There is always a rotten smell coming from the health center next door, but the boss swears that no one has died.
Until I saw it with my own eyes as he stuffed a body into a massage table.
The next day, he mysteriously handed me a membership card:
"Try the new 'Death Wish Massage'? Lie down and don't think about it."
I clutched my ancestral peach wood nail and sneered: "Did you know that three generations of my family have owned funeral parlors?"
But his eyes lit up and he held my hand tightly:
"Great! Then can you draw the talisman of death? There are still three KPIs missing this month!"
So, my daily routine became:
During the day, I make money by selling paper, and at night, I help my neighbors "deliver customers".
He was responsible for massage and comfort, and I was responsible for physical salvation.
Until one day, a "client" suddenly sat up on the massage table and asked quietly:
"I heard... You provide after-sales service here?"
Lao Zhang and I looked at each other and took out our notepad at the same time:
"Dear, please give me a five-star review and get twenty yuan in cash back."
