Founding Qinlin Beauty Club
Xie Qin showed real backbone too. Holding the tea He Peiling had just brewed, she took a deep breath and continued.
"I took a look just now, and the space on the second floor is plenty for a small beauty and body center. Right now, you're the only one doing the hands-on work, Chu Fei, so anything bigger would be wasted. My suggestion is we pool some funds first to renovate the second floor properly and hang up a sign right away."
"No objections from me, Little Aunt. But how much are you planning to invest total? And what share do you want? I think Afei should get the lion's share here—we can't let him come out on the short end."
"Naturally."
Xie Qin nodded. "I don't have much in personal savings—maybe two or three hundred thousand. But I can help out in other ways too, so if Chu Fei takes a bit of a hit and gives me 5% shares, that'll do just fine."
"5%?"
Chu Fei nearly jumped out of his skin. Two or three hundred thousand? That was enough to take over the whole shop!
"Too much? Then make it 3%. I don't really care about the money anyway—just want the shareholder title. But Chu Fei, you have to promise me one thing."
"Uh, go ahead!"
"From now on, any client I send your way—no matter what they're like—you have to give them your all, your best service. And if possible, satisfy every single demand they have!"
"…"
"Don't worry, the ones I send won't be the sleazy type... And keeping them happy will only do you good!"
"Alright, I'll do my best."
"If Little Aunt's putting in three hundred thousand for just 3%, then I'll kick in two million for 10% to start."
Zhang Lin pondered for a moment before chiming in. "This beauty and body center is targeting a niche crowd anyway, so two million upfront should cover the initial push. If it's not enough, I can always add more."
"Qin-jie, Lin-jie... you're getting the raw end of the deal here!"
Chu Fei couldn't hold back any longer. It just didn't sit right—they were fronting all this cash for such a tiny slice of the pie. Two million could open several shops like this!
"You think we're losing out?"
Zhang Lin and Xie Qin exchanged a glance and burst into laughter. "Let me run the numbers for you... You think your rates are high already? Sure, to outsiders. But Afei, you have no idea what this industry's real market is. Once we're renovated, every single service? We'll jack the price ten times over at least!"
"Ah!!!"
"A full session then? One million in revenue. Get it? My 10% is a hundred thousand, so twenty clients like that and I'm square."
"…"
Chu Fei was utterly dumbfounded.
"You didn't think your little aunt couldn't drum up twenty clients? Let me tell you straight—this shop could turn into a top-tier private club. Then you'll see how much we're stealing from you now. You'll regret it!"
"No way in hell!"
Chu Fei waved his hands frantically. "No matter what happens down the line, I'll never forget Zhang-jie's help—or yours, Qin-jie!"
"Enough, enough—save the sweet talk for later. I'm waiting on that massage!"
Xie Qin clearly wasn't one for pleasantries; she waved him off. "I'll withdraw the cash tomorrow, get someone to handle the paperwork and registration... Oh, and we'll need a new name for the shop, right? Chu Fei, think of something catchy."
"Uh... me?"
Chu Fei blinked, stunned. Naming things was his personal nightmare.
"Of course—you're the majority shareholder. Who else?"
Zhang Lin snickered.
"How about Qinlin Beauty and Body Club?"
Chu Fei had a sudden flash of inspiration, blending a character from each of their names. It even rolled off the tongue nicely.
"Ha, call you dumb and you pull a smart one out of nowhere!"
Zhang Lin laughed and cursed him playfully. She locked eyes with Xie Qin, both women radiating quiet satisfaction. "Settled then! Tomorrow I'll get my husband's design firm to scope the place and draft something killer. Alright, Afei—go massage Little Aunt first. She's about to burst. I'll head downstairs, get my hair done with your mom. Lunch out together, then hammer out the details."
"Got it!"
Like Zhang Lin on her first go, Xie Qin—who'd been so reserved before—was far bolder this time. The moment they entered the room, she stripped down confidently, lying on the massage table in just her underwear. "Skip those cheap massage oils, Afei—they're junk, no good for the skin. Just work me like this. We'll get the good stuff later."
"You got it!"
Chu Fei stepped up and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Qin-jie, face down first?"
"No rush—start with the front. Gives us time to chat."
"Alright then. Here we go!"