Tycoon: I Have an Unlimited Modifier

After dropping off Du Xinxin, Qi Sheng wasn’t in a hurry to head back to National Gold Mansion.

He drove his RS6 to a massage parlor with a great reputation.

It happened to be in the Chunxi Road area as well, located on the 13th floor of the Junyue Hotel.

The decor was new, looking bright, grand, and high-class.

"Hello, sir. Are you here for a massage for one?"

An enthusiastic young lady at the front desk asked as soon as he entered.

"Yes, find me a private room."

Qi Sheng nodded and glanced at their prices.

The most expensive spa package was only 688 yuan.

"This way, sir."

After Qi Sheng changed his shoes, the front desk manager led him to a private room.

"Sir, what service would you like to try today? We have packages from 298 to 698. Please take a look at the price list."

The manager handed him a tablet, showing him the services and fees for the different packages.

"I’ll take this Bali Island luxury spa package. And pick a pretty technician for me."

Qi Sheng casually sipped the barley tea the manager had poured for him, showing no sign that this was his first time in such a place.

’Love begins with the chime of a bell, but when the bell stops, the feelings are hard to quell.’

In his past life, he was a lonely bachelor.

He’d "taken care of" his fair share of these supposedly poor girls with their sob stories about tattered clothes and broken homes.

They knew how to sweet-talk a guy and were especially good at providing him with emotional value.

Giving them a little extra business was only natural.

"Alrighty, then. I’ll get you number 88. She just finished a session. You can change your clothes first and wait a little bit."

The manager tapped away on the tablet, refilled the cup Qi Sheng had only taken a few sips from, and then left the room.

Qi Sheng unhurriedly changed his clothes.

He sat cross-legged on the massage bed, waiting for the familiar sound of high heels tapping on the floor.

"CLICK-CLACK-CLICK..."

He had to admit, the sound of high heels on the floor of a massage parlor had a magical power to make a man’s blood boil.

Even though Qi Sheng was surrounded by beautiful women these days, he was still affected by this instinct, something seemingly encoded in a man’s DNA.

"KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK."

The girl was very polite. She knocked and asked, "Sir, may I come in?"

"Come in."

Qi Sheng’s voice was steady, not at all like the excited trembling of a rookie.

The technician entered carrying a small case, her slender figure concealed by a form-fitting uniform.

Her pretty face wore a hint of a smile.

She gave a slight, respectful bow to Qi Sheng on the massage bed.

"Hello, sir. Technician number 88 is happy to be of service."

He had to say, for her to get a special number like 88, she definitely had the assets to back it up.

Her looks were an 82 out of 100, the kind of beauty you’d call the class flower.

Her figure was curvy in all the right places, enough to make any poor soul who ended up with a 40-something-year-old auntie weep with envy.

"You’ll do."

’It’s not like you’d find a supermodel in a place like this,’ Qi Sheng thought.

This girl’s looks were already outstanding for this kind of establishment.

"Thank you for your approval. Please lie down."

Technician number 88’s lips curved into a slight smile; she was clearly very confident in her looks.

Ever since she started working here, she’d never once been rejected by a client.

The number of compliments she’d received, however, was too high to count.

Qi Sheng lay on the soft massage bed, having already removed his shirt.

"You can use more pressure. If you do a good job, I’ll add two more hours later."

He made the casual promise as he felt the girl’s soft little hands rubbing essential oil onto his back.

"Okay, I’ll apply more pressure then. If it hurts, just let me know."

The technician straddled Qi Sheng’s waist directly.

Using the strength of both hands, she pressed on the acupoints on his back, a sensation that was both painful and pleasurable.

’She’s the ace of this place for a reason. She’s really got some skills.’

During the massage, the two of them made idle small talk.

When she had first come in, the girl hadn’t gotten a clear look at the Rolex on Qi Sheng’s wrist.

Now that she saw it up close, her attitude toward him immediately became much more enthusiastic.

"So, what do you do for work?"

"I’m unemployed."

"You’re so funny. A great guy like you must have plenty of pretty girls around you, right?"

"I’m not lacking for them, but they’re not as understanding as you girls are."

Qi Sheng closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of the technician’s soft little hands kneading his back.

’It feels so good not having to worry about her time being up.’

In his past life, whenever he got a massage, the session would always end before he’d even had a chance to enjoy the conversation.

Faced with the girl’s expectant gaze, Qi Sheng could only dodge awkwardly.

’Adding more time was impossible. A completely platonic session had zero value for the money.’

"My name is Xu Jiao. You can just call me Jiaojiao. Remember to ask for me next time you come, okay?"

As she said this, Jiaojiao leaned down close to Qi Sheng’s ear.

Whether intentionally or not, she blew a puff of hot air that sent a jolt through Qi Sheng, nearly making him sit up.

"Next time for sure."

Qi Sheng had just taken a peek at this girl, Jiaojiao. She’d had three boyfriends.

’Her private life is relatively clean, but I’m not really interested.’

"I doubt you’ll really ask for me next time. You men are all talk. How about we add each other on WeChat?"

Seeing Qi Sheng’s perfunctory attitude, Xu Jiao gave him a light, feignedly annoyed pinch.

"Er..."

Qi Sheng hesitated for a moment.

’In his past life, he had added a few technicians on WeChat before.’

’At most, they’d just meet up for a late-night snack.’

’If you really wanted something to happen, you’d have to pay an extra one or two thousand yuan.’

"Alright."

Qi Sheng logged out of his current WeChat and switched to his alternate account.

AHEM. ’How could a mature man not have a few alternate accounts?’

"Wow, you’re not a very faithful one, are you? Bet you cheat on your girlfriend all the time."

Xu Jiao couldn’t help but cover her mouth and giggle when she saw how skillfully Qi Sheng switched between his WeChat profiles.

"It doesn’t count as cheating. Girlfriends always have their inconvenient times of the month. Otherwise, where would you girls get your chance?"

Qi Sheng wasn’t bothered in the slightest.

Although he was very fond of Tan Hua and Du Xinxin, he would never forget his roots.

Without the system, he’d still be that pathetic loser no woman wanted.

Sure, a girlfriend deserves to be spoiled.

But picking a few wildflowers once in a while was no big deal.

"So... you’re saying I have a chance?"

Xu Jiao’s eyes lit up, sensing the hidden meaning in Qi Sheng’s words.

"There’s definitely a chance, but it depends on your performance."

Qi Sheng smiled, his tone ambiguous.

"You’re such a tease. How about you add four more hours for me? I promise I won’t disappoint you."

Xu Jiao was eager to please Qi Sheng, but she was also afraid this big shot would just enjoy the freebies and run.

’A five-hour session would barely be worth my good looks,’ she thought.

One hour was 688 yuan, so five hours would be 3,440.

She’d only get less than 1,500 of that, which was practically a rock-bottom price.

Usually, even if a client offered to add ten hours, she would refuse that kind of order.

"How about we forget it? Just focus on the massage. I’ll tip you the cost of two hours later."

Seeing Xu Jiao being so forward, Qi Sheng’s interest began to wane.

At the end of the day, he was no longer the pathetic loser from his past life.

He was a genuine, bona fide, tall, rich, and handsome man.