Chapter 46: The Undeliverable Delivery (V)

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As a "treasure boy" who hasn't been out of the army since he was a soldier, it's only logical that you don't know what the legendary health care is.

Maybe I've heard of it, but I haven't even thought about it.

So your first reaction is that this person is coming to scam money.

"What big care?"

You ask with a quirked brow, "Are you selling health products on the side here?"

The lecherous man froze for a moment, reacting quickly to reply, "No, it's the kind of health service that makes you feel good physically and mentally ......"

He danced and gestured with his hands.

"Really, it's very comfortable!"

You suddenly remember that the baths are staffed with back rubs and some kind of oil back opening!

When I was in the army, my teammates were trained so hard that they couldn't even lift their arms, so they helped each other by rubbing their backs and applying safflower oil.

Having just lifted the iron, you feel that your back muscles would be more comfortable if they were massaged, so you hesitate for a moment and ask with a "come and see" attitude.

"Okay? So how much does a massage cost?"

The lecherous man is happy to see that you have an idea, and replies.

"That depends on what standard you want, three hundred, four hundred, five hundred and one thousand!"

You almost jump when you hear the price.

"What? Three hundred, four hundred, five hundred, one thousand more?" You find it unbelievable, "I can't accept that price!"

Just kidding, if we don't cycle tomorrow, we won't be able to eat dirt with less than $1,000 in our account!

"So ...... how much do you want then?"

The lecherous man is dumbfounded to see you so stingy.

"One or two hundred at the most, no more than that! I'll do it myself if it's more!"

If it wasn't for the inconvenience of carrying himself on his back, he wouldn't even have paid a couple of hundred!

"OK, but think about it, a couple of hundred is not very good quality."

Hearing that you can do it yourself, the lecherous man looks at you with a look of incoherence.

"And we only take cash."

You agree, and the lecherous man invites you into a separate "lounge".

Not long after, a middle-aged, thin massage therapist came in.

You take one look at the other's small arms and legs and frown in dissatisfaction.

"I'm all dead meat and firm, this is too skinny! How about another one?!"

The skinny masseuse gives you a blank look and goes out.

Another rather fat woman came in.

You are even more disgruntled.

"Why is it still a woman? Can this woman have strength in her hands? And it's not convenient for me to be a female master!"

You pull your robe over to cover yourself.

"Where is the man who just brought me in? Tell him to bring over a male master with strength in his hands!"

"You're a lot of fun!"

When the fat woman hears your words, she suddenly laughs and looks at you like you're something rare, then twists around and walks out, shouting the name of the lecherous man.

After a while, the lecherous man walked in with an ugly expression.

"What's wrong with you people?"

He looks at you as if you were a fool, "Is that all the money you have and you need a man with strength? We don't offer that kind of health service here! We're a proper bathing centre!"

"Weren't you the one who said it would soothe the mind and body?"

You are exasperated and laughing.

"Who can feel good when you find a female master with thin arms and legs? If I didn't have a hundred pounds of strength in my hands, I wouldn't be able to move my muscular body. If it wasn't for the effort of giving me a massage, I wouldn't even pay two hundred dollars!"

"Also, isn't this the men's section? The female technician should go over to the female guest area for a back rub, and there's clearly something wrong with the division of duties in your place!"

Feeling a headache as he suddenly understands what's going on, the lecherous man pulls two hundred out of his pocket and slaps it in front of your face.

"Here's your two hundred, back to you, go go go! I don't have what you want here!"

"What business do you have if you don't have anyone!"

You see that he has no work ethic at all and glare at him viciously.

"It's fun to tease isn't it!"

The lecherous man sees you looking at him and protects his chest in fear.

"Don't you look at me, I'm not in business!"

"Something's wrong! A waste of time!"

What's the point of hustling if you're not in business!

And protecting her breasts is unbelievable!

Even if you're going to beat someone up, you don't get so girly as to smash a small hammer into their chest!

You huff and puff, retrieve the two hundred dollars, pull on your bathrobe and stride out of the single lounge.

You're in a bad mood after being played with, and after the previous incident at the gym, you decide to leave this shitty place that doesn't even have a strong male technician.

The advertisement says "luxury", what a ploy!

Next time never again!

You get dressed, carry your dirty clothes, leave the door of this bathing centre and give it a bad review in the public review.

The service is so bad! I was looking for a back rub in the men's area, but it was all women and not a single strong male chef! Is this a massage or an itchy massage? This is the kind of massage you want.

After commenting, you feel like a fastidious knight in shining armour, dashing off with your dirty laundry to the lottery.

"By the time you find a lottery station and walk in, the tickets have been drawn for almost half an hour.

It was clearly after nine o'clock, but the lottery stand was full of people, all red-faced and enthusiastic.

You somehow squeeze in and you hear someone shouting inside.

"Five hundred million! Who the hell would buy a hundred bets on one number? Who isn't a normal old lottery player who buys a compound!"

The middle-aged man with the fiery eyes kept stamping his feet and saying things you wouldn't understand such as "there must be an inside job" and "we are the leeks".

"I just don't believe it's true! Unless that person who won a hundred bets has the guts to claim the lottery without hiding his head! I'd like to see what kind of person it is to win half a billion!"

Is this someone who has won 500 million?

You get the idea.

Wait ......

Five hundred million?

You hear this figure and suck back a breath of air.

'Wouldn't a normal person buy a hundred bets on one number?'

You've never bought a lottery ticket before, but you can't hide your excitement.

What the heck, someone bought it and won it anyway, so you can win it too!

Tomorrow it will be your turn to buy 100 bets!

You rush over to the boss sitting in front of the TV and ask, "Which bet won? Which bet?"

The boss points to a set of numbers on a small blackboard and kindly reminds you that the lottery has already been drawn and the numbers are useless, there is no such thing as two sets of the same numbers winning.

But you still borrowed a pen and paper and wrote the number down in the palm of your hand.

You didn't study very well at school and you weren't very sensitive to numbers, so you memorised the set all the way home, more intently than you had memorised the text at school.

[Please make sure you time the cycle tomorrow!

You go back to your rented basement and close your eyes with these thoughts in your mind as you mumble the numbers.

Your day is over.

》"

Another new day.

You open your eyes and the first thing you do is still touch your phone.

The time display tells you that it is not a "new day" but an "old day".

The balance in your paypal and the sticky feeling on your body also tell you that it's still "a day in the past".

But you're so happy for the first time.

"Hahahaha, I'm about to have 500 million!"

Just thinking about the numbers you memorised last night, you can't help but leap out of bed and jump on it like a madman.

"Five hundred million! Ouch five hundred million!"

"Ouch!"

As you bounce around, the bed board finally squeaks and collapses.

You pull your foot out of the sunken improvised bed and look at the large chunk of skin rubbed off your foot, the pain curbing the ecstasy in your heart.

You don't find the tracksuit you've just bought in your improvised wardrobe, nor do you get the shoes you've just bought, and that's when you remember that time has gone backwards again and you now only have your uniform to wear.

With a sigh of resignation, you put your uniform back on and head out to buy a lottery ticket.

You're up too early, it's just dawn and the lottery isn't open yet.

You're about to have 500 million anyway, so you rub your tummy and go to TangGe, a particularly famous Hong Kong-style restaurant, to try the legendary "morning tea".

You order a table of "prawn dumplings", "barbecued pork buns", "steamed phoenix claws", "steamed pork ribs" and "steamed intestine noodles". "Steamed noodles," and you happily devoured them, despite the astonished looks from the crowd.

You can't eat straight and you've only eaten a dozen snacks and you haven't even finished them.

You look regretfully at the forty-odd morning tea meals on the menu and decide to come back for a little bit every day until you've eaten all forty-three of them.

When you paid the bill, you were heartbroken for a moment, but the pain flew away when you thought that you were about to have five hundred million, and you paid the bill with glee and asked the waiter to pack the rest of the dim sum for you.

It is now 8.30am, but the lottery point is not yet open, so you carry your snacks to the business point.

By now you are late and you see your colleague Mr. Wang still at the door, but this time instead of squatting on the floor, he remotely directs his daughter to apply to Tsinghua University because he has read on the internet that Peking University has withdrawn a student from a poor county.

"Go to Tsinghua University, the school spirit is good!"

You hear Mr. Wang say with all seriousness, "Our family is not well off and I'm afraid you'll be discriminated against!"

Mr. Wang doesn't sound like he's joking. You rub your chin and wonder if Mr. Wang has a daughter who is a student.

When you arrive at the business site, unsurprisingly, you are scolded by your master together with the cold-faced team leader for arriving late on your first official day of work.

You thought that you were about to have 500 million, and instead of being upset or angry at being scolded, you accepted it all with a smile, and even offered them the dim sum you brought from that deadly expensive "TangGe" with both hands.

When they saw TangGe's packing bag and the expensive snacks you bought, the master and the cold noodle team leader were too embarrassed to lecture you again and gave you an extra 50 pieces for the task, so they went happily to eat the snacks you brought.

You're a little upset about the extra 50 deliveries you've been given.

But the thought that you'll have 500 million by the end of the night makes you happy again, and the penalty for not getting the job done isn't much anyway.

No, you're almost half a billion dollars, what's the point of working!

You are full of energy as you drive the delivery truck straight to the lottery spot, this time forgetting about the old man on the roadside, as the direction of the lottery spot does not pass him and you are preoccupied with buying tickets.

You rushed into the lottery place, which was already open, and bought 99 bets on the numbers you remembered, spending almost two hundred dollars.

The lottery owner advises you not to buy this way, as the money will go down the drain, but you insist on spending the two hundred dollars and carefully put the ticket away.

When you got out of the lottery spot, you would have liked to continue to touch the fish, but you are a responsible person by nature, so your reasoning woke you up anyway.

You think that if you go to work for a day, you have to do a good job for a day.

So outside the lottery point, you open the delivery in the sorting van and look rather freshly at the fifty extra deliveries that have come in today.

These fifty deliveries are the ones your master is supposed to deliver in the morning and overlap with the precincts you deliver to. Considering that it's quite boring to deliver to the same places every day, you decide to give priority to these deliveries that you haven't delivered before.

With a dream of five hundred million dollars in mind, you set out to continue delivering.

When you reach the thirtieth or so delivery, you ring the number of the owner of one of the deliveries as usual.

The person who answers the phone is a woman who tells you that you are away on a business trip but that you have someone at home and would like you to deliver the delivery to your door.

You look at the address on the third floor above and agree without much hesitation, but then the other party makes a request.

It turns out that the mistress of the courier travels a lot and she suspects that her husband at home is cheating on her and often takes the opportunity to bring women home for the night, but she cannot find any evidence.

She wants you to look in for her when you go up to her house to deliver, to see if there is a woman in the house, and if there is a woman there, it would be a good idea to take a picture of her secretly.

Because she doesn't want to divorce and give this kind of scum a cut of her money.

She said he would thank you heavily.

As a man with five hundred million dollars at stake, you are certainly not moved by "heavy money", you just think it's a shame that a relationship has come to this point.

The woman on the other end of the line sounds sad and pleads with you in a pleading voice, and you begin to hesitate.

Should we take her photos and check them out, or just deliver the delivery and leave the rest?

Author's Note: A little theater.

The service is so bad! I was looking for a back rub in the men's area, but it was all women and not a single strong male chef! Is this a massage or an itchy massage? This is the kind of massage you want.

It was strongly mobbed in the middle of the night that day, with thousands of likes: hahahaha everyone come and see this simpleton!

Local Police: (Compliment) Thank you to this person for the cryptic reminder, we have accepted the report from the public and investigated the premises and seized the illegal business items *(&*&&&^%^%#@@......

You tilt your head and one slowly appears in your mind: ......?

Announcement of yesterday's poll.

210 points for choosing to see and be seen.

204 points for electing to reject.

Published at: 02/25/2022 20:00