Chapter 180 Stubborn old man

The old man didn't pay much attention to Jian Heng. Jian Heng could not wait for the old man's response after three sentences. Within five minutes, Jian Heng stood up and said goodbye.

  The old man didn't get up to see him off either, he lit up his cigarette pouch and continued to sit on the chair with his eyes closed, feeling numb. Anyway, it means not sending customers away.

  Go out the door, put the cardboard box containing the dog in the back of the car, and put the dog into the space casually. At this moment, someone patted Jian Heng behind him.

   "Brother, I want to ask you something!"

  Jian Heng was taken aback by the sudden arrival, turned his head and glared at the person who came, and said, "I said you can walk without making a sound, it scared me, do you know?".

   After speaking, he closed the car door casually, preventing him from seeing the empty cardboard boxes.

   The middle-aged man I met in the courtyard just now took the picture of Jian Heng. Hearing what Jian Heng said, he apologized twice: "Brother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault!"

   "Why haven't you left yet?" Jian Heng asked curiously.

  The middle-aged man took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, popped out one, squeezed out one with three hands and handed it to Jian Heng: "Do you smoke?"

   "I don't smoke!" Jian Heng raised his hand and gently pushed the cigarette away in front of him.

  The middle-aged man withdrew his hand and gestured to Jian Heng, meaning can I smoke? Seeing Jian Heng nodded, the middle-aged man took out the lighter and lit the cigarette first, and then said to Jian Heng: "How can I dare to leave if no one is invited? By the way, what is the relationship between you and the old man?" ?”

Jian Heng is also a little interested in the old man: "What relationship can I have with him? I met a week ago when I was going to the market, and asked him to help buy a pair of four-eyed black. No, the old man helped me find it today. I'll come to pick it up. Dog, it’s such a friendship! How about you?”

   As they spoke, the two stood still by the side of the car, posing for a chat.

  Jian Heng's car was parked at the entrance of the alley about twenty meters away from the old man's house, so he was not afraid that the old man would hear it, so the two chatted.

The middle-aged man said: "Me? The boss has an idea, we don't want to break our legs if we take other people's money! Our boss asked me to invite this massage master to help us train a group of massage and massage employees. A salary of 10,000 yuan, don’t you think it’s a lot? Hey, this old man would rather farm here than 5,000 yuan a year. Do you think this person is stupid and has trouble with money?”

  Jian Heng almost ignored what the middle-aged people said about the relationship between money and money, and focused on other things: "You said the old man can massage with one hand, which is pretty good?"

  When the middle-aged man heard this, he immediately looked at Jian Heng with a vigilant expression: "Don't you be a colleague?"

  Jian Heng smiled and took out his American passport from his 'pocket': "You and I are not in the same business. I do small business in the United States. Even if I want to, I have no ability to take him to the United States!"

  Jian Heng said eloquently.

Seeing the passport in Jian Heng's hand, the middle-aged man felt relieved, stretched out his hand and pulled Jian Heng to the side of the road: "If this old man talks about massage techniques, he is really first-class, and he has done it in several places before. But in places like bathing and massage, if there are no girls or anything, how could that be possible! If you get someone, you will naturally drive him away. You say this old man, if he was driven out once, he will come back like this the second time.

"You guys still want to hire people like this?" Jian Heng sounded interesting. In Jian Heng's consciousness, what kind of massage is there? .

"There is no way, the old man's craftsmanship is too good, isn't it? Besides, our boss has a wide range of people, and we are not afraid of him reporting. Let's put it this way, no one in the Public Security Bureau can do this business. It's not just the police, it's black and white. You have to eat! If only a few certificates can kill you, don't you think so?" The middle-aged man said proudly.

After saying that, the middle-aged man's face collapsed again, and he let out a long sigh: "This old guy is not a thing, do you think it's not good to make money? If we insist on doing things that ruin our jobs, we didn't force those girls to do it." This kind of thing! One is willing to fight and one is willing to suffer. Now there are people who are stupid enough to believe that there is such a thing as coercion? In this materialistic era, where is there any need to coerce, there are so many lazy women who want to spread their legs to make money! Our stall is classy, ​​and it’s not like any kind of woman can spread her legs if she wants to! Not only must the dishes be beautiful, but the work must also be good!"

What middle-aged people say is quite vulgar, but it is true, not only in China, but also in Europe and the United States. Women who are willing to take off their pants for money are full of cars, just like what middle-aged people say, laughing at the poor but not laughing at the prostitutes, As long as you can make money, who cares where your money comes from.

   "It's all the same, and it's almost the same in Europe and America!" Jian Heng nodded with a smile.

The middle-aged man heard that Jian Heng also agreed with his point of view, so he said: "But this old man is brainless, and he deserves it. With his virtue, he directly annoyed his son. He wants a bride price of 100,000 yuan to marry his wife. The old man can't afford it, so the son's marriage has not been concluded, and his wife doesn't like to talk to him, and now he and his son have moved to the city, and they are acting as if they don't get along with each other, why do you think it is necessary!"

  Jian Heng listened and nodded: "That's right, so what are you doing now?"

As he said this, Jian Heng felt disdainful in his heart, and said in his heart: It doesn't matter if you don't have such a son, if you get married, it's good if the family can raise the money, if the family can't raise the money, it's my fault ? Are you a person with hands and feet who is so old? What's more, a woman who won't marry you because of a gift of 100,000 yuan is worth breaking the relationship between father and son?

   Jian Heng despised the old man's son in his heart.

   "The boss instructed, go in and grind with the old man later!" The middle-aged man said with a sigh.

  Jian Heng heard and said: "Then you grind, I'm going home"

  The middle-aged man sighed: "Go slowly!"

  Jian Heng put on a posture, but he had another idea in his heart. The old man actually has good massage skills? My own ranch was just thinking about launching this project, and I decided to find out how the old man's craftsmanship is. Compared with the old massage masters in Chinatown, who is better and who is lower!

  But the middle-aged man squatting at the door made Jian Heng feel ashamed. He just said he was going to leave.

   "Damn, my brain, I forgot something at the old man's house..." Jian Heng was stunned for a while, then reached out and pretended to search in his pocket, showing that he had forgotten something.

Who knew that Jian Heng's performance hadn't finished yet, the middle-aged man's cell phone rang in his pocket, after the call was connected, the middle-aged man waved his hand at Jian Heng and ran with Xiao Pao Arrived next to a Buick, opened the door to get in the car, and then ran away in a hurry.

   "Damn, I went upside down before I finished the performance, I really don't give face!" Jian Heng muttered, then turned and walked back to the old man's yard.

   Hearing the dog bark once or twice outside the courtyard, Jian Heng yelled again into the house.

   "Why haven't you left yet?" The old man came out, looked at Jian Heng and said with an unhappy expression.

  Jian Heng said: "I heard that you know how to massage. My cervical spine is not very good due to sitting for a long time. I would like to ask you to massage for me. It is easy to say what the cost is."

   "One hundred!" The old man heard that Jian Heng came for a massage, so he directly quoted the price.

   "One hundred is one hundred" Jian Heng no longer has this kind of small money in his hands, so he immediately nodded his head in agreement.

  In this way, the old man let Jian Heng in.

  The old man didn't speak, and directly took Jian Heng into the side room, and motioned Jian Heng to strip himself to only his underwear, and then lay down on the massage table.

  Then the old man put oil on Jian Heng's body, and then began to press it seriously.

   Ouch! Ouch!

  Jane Heng made a painful and happy sound from time to time!

I have to say that the old man's technique is very good, a few levels higher than those of the masters in Chinatown. To be honest, Jian Heng doesn't know anyone who can massage like this. If it hurts, it's not too painful, it's not sore. It's too sour, but it feels as if the old man's hands have found the uncomfortable spot on your body. As soon as the hands pass by, the muscles are immediately relieved.

   This kind of comfort is still the kind that reaches the top of the head, how rare it is!

  (end of this chapter)