Only symtry truly aligns with natural beauty.
"Sir, your physique is truly perfect."
The female manager unsurprisingly praised him. If she were to seemingly caress him involuntarily, it would surely be more fitting, but because of the cunning sophistication required for her position, she dared not.
Since Lanxin Hotel changed its brand, it’s rare to see both owners appear simultaneously to welco a guest.
After removing the shirt, the female manager kneeled, crouched beneath Jiang Chen’s legs, and began helping him with his pants.
Indeed.
Kneeling.
Wasn’t it agreed not to be a tycoon?
Due to the posture, her heel lifted off the red bottom of her high heels, revealing a gray silk-wrapped foot, with a shrimp-like line on the tights that climbed up from the sole, along the sexy calf, disappearing into her pencil skirt.
Alright.
The pants ca off too.
Only the briefs remained.
The female manager folded the clothes neatly, placing them on the bent thigh, surprisingly, the service wasn’t over yet.
Kneeling beneath him, she raised her head, lifted her hand, seeming to help Boss Jiang fully disarm.
Although not newly innocent, being transparent with a woman he just t, Boss Jiang felt sowhat uncomfortable.
After all, he isn’t a casual person.
"That’s unnecessary."
So, he said.
The female manager obediently complied, without any insistence, holding the clothes and finally stood up.
"Then please wait, sir."
And then.
On the suspended giant screen TV appeared rows of photos, slowly rolling, each picture detailed with height, weight, asurents, and age.
Even.
Graduation institution.
This was far clearer than individuals introducing themselves one by one.
"Seoul University? Is that true?"
Jiang Chen looked at the giant screen TV, prompting a query.
Seoul University.
A top school in Korea.
It’s the "Dragon Gate" that Koreans dream of.
Ordinary Koreans want to change their fate and have only one chance, which is to earnestly study and stand out in the fierce competition, getting into an ideal university.
To make an inappropriate analogy.
Just like heading to a club for leisure, and finding out the technician graduated from Huaqing Jing University, what kind of feeling would that be?
"Sir is joking; how dare I deceive you? All the information above is absolutely true. Even if one graduates from Seoul University, it doesn’t necessarily guarantee an ideal inco, but here, we absolutely won’t mistreat any employee."
The manager is indeed a manager, speaking skillfully, succinctly, targeting directly.
What is the purpose of studying hard?
It’s still for improving life, gaining wealth.
Graduates from prestigious schools mostly end up in corporate conglorates, few enter governnt institutions.
Still being beasts of burden.
What’s the difference?
"You handle it."
The sheer number was overwhelming; Jiang Chen couldn’t be bothered to look closely.
"Please wait, sir."
Unexpectedly, she could be chosen too; generally, managers don’t serve directly, but in special circumstances, special treatnt applies.
Yet since Boss Jiang lacked interest, the manager certainly wouldn’t insist, only perhaps the Japanese Miss Fujiwara might forcefully sell.
The gracefully poised female manager stepped out respectfully.
Jiang Chen changed out of the briefs, entered the thermostatic pool, initially scooping up water to wash his face, leaned against the pool edge, then lifted his arms onto the shore, enjoying the heat kissing his skin, closing his eyes.
Although he didn’t check the ti, likely not much had passed.
There’s movent in the lavish room.
A woman entered, uncertain how long she’d been here, staring at the naked back by the pool, seemingly a bit uneasy, carrying a small suitcase, slowly maneuvering to the poolside.
Without greeting.
Wasn’t it said that passing the assessnt was necessary for employnt?
Doesn’t this field have backdoor entries too?
Naturally, Jiang Chen wasn’t asleep, just disinclined to open his eyes, though listening to the footsteps, it seed like only one person.
Wait.
Why have such thoughts.
Wasn’t it expected to arrange multiple people?
"Thunk."
The sound of a suitcase being set down.
Next, a pair of smooth, tender hands touched Jiang Chen’s back.
Without any prelude, directly starting the service?
Not even planning to state their number or if they’re from Seoul Busan or Daegu?
But it makes sense.
This isn’t so low-end foot massage city.
Why would the wealthy and powerful care about this?
Her hands are a bit cold.
And it’s not crucial.
Jiang Chen unexpectedly noticed that the hands wandering on his back were trembling slightly, and the massage technique didn’t seem professional at all.
This isn’t just a matter of being new or not.
This level of ntal fortitude, it’s clear she wasn’t ready to take on this line of work.
"First day on the job?"
Jiang Chen still had his eyes closed.
The manager definitely wouldn’t dare.
He wondered if Xu Kuan was behind this, using him for staff practice.
"..."
Silence.
When dealing with distinguished guests, they indeed need to know when to keep their mouths shut, but if a guest asks you a question and you don’t answer, that’s exceedingly disrespectful.
"Get soone else."
Jiang Chen didn’t lose his temper, as there’s no need to make life difficult for a "technician", his request was reasonable.
"Is there sowhere that’s uncomfortable? Should I use so more pressure?"
Hearing about a replacent, the person panicked and finally spoke up.
Hearing the voice from behind, Jiang Chen could feel the warm breath by the back of his head, his eyes snapped open, but he didn’t turn his head.
So things haven’t yet reached the point of no return, there’s still room for maneuver.
It’s like when being robbed by bandits, you shouldn’t see the bandit’s face.
"Get soone else."
Jiang Chen repeated.
"I’m not switching."
The other party showed a small mont of stubbornness, although her hands were still trembling, the pressure increased a bit, and though her technique was crude, her attitude was sincere, she was genuinely trying.
"Nonsense!"
Jiang Chen said in a low voice, "Is it Xing Jie or Xu Kuan? Call them in!"
"It’s nothing to do with Mr. Xu and the others, I’m doing this of my own will."
Seeing him angry, the technician’s voice quickly softened, "Mr. Jiang, am I really...that bad?"
I wasn’t sure if she ant the technique.
Or sothing else.
No.
Even the manager doesn’t know Boss Jiang’s true identity, how could she, a technician, know "Mr. Jiang"?
At this mont, Boss Jiang must feel a bit stiff, staying in the water wasn’t right, and getting up seed even worse.
You have to know he wasn’t wearing clothes, just a pair of bathing shorts.
This is just a personal habit.
If he really went bare, it’d be even more awkward.
"Is this a place you should be?"
"Then how about Mr. Jiang? Is this a place you should be?"
Although the sheep is docile, once it becos stubborn, it’s quite persistent.
Faced with such a situation, Jiang Chen was genuinely at a loss.
"What do you want to do?"
"I don’t want to do anything."
A firm and pleasant voice ca from behind, "I just want to tell Mr. Jiang, whatever other won can do, I can do as well, and even better."
Hmm.
The pressure of her hands increased again.
But a massage isn’t just about applying force.
"Bring my towel."
Jiang Chen ordered in a low voice.
"It’s not ti yet, it’s just begun."
After massaging his back for a while, those tender hands climbed over his shoulders and began to venture toward Boss Jiang’s chest.
The service attitude was indeed impeccable.
But the other party’s taking advantage was more than Boss Jiang could tolerate.
"Jin Zhuxuan!"
In the steamy heat, the exquisite features, captivating eyes, and high nose bridge, kneeling behind Jiang Chen, who was now wholeheartedly dedicated to the service, could only be Korea’s forr Divine Beauty.
It was unclear whether it was due to the high temperature or so other reason, but that legendary beauty, still a template for countless beauty salons in Korea, was flushed with a noticeable blush, vibrant and alluring.
Good heavens.
Not only did she bring a suitcase, but she also changed into a sleeveless dress, a light voile material, cloud-colored with dark green accents, half-hidden, half-revealed, a mix of temptation and elegance, a resonance of classic and lustful.
"Mr. Jiang, there’s no need to be so loud."
She said softly.
"I can hear you."
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