August has entered autumn, but the temperature is still unbearably hot.
Song Yanxi had been busy for most of the month. Today, Du Juan called her to go for a beauty treatment together, which was a rare moment of leisure from her busy schedule.
Du Juan almost couldn't hang out with her anymore. Fortunately, Song Yanxi wasn't the type to look down on people after getting rich.
The two met downstairs. Du Juan didn't like driving when she was with her; sitting in a convertible Bentley was much more enjoyable.
Song Yanxi only drove the porsche panamera when there were many people; normally, she drove the Bentley.
"Song Yanxi, your Husband has rented an entire floor of office space again. It seems your family is going to unify the fruit market in Shijing Mountain."
In late july, feeling that the Headquarters were insufficient, Chen Pingsheng rented the entire ninth floor again to be the finance department and training room for Tengsheng Fruit.
This could be considered Du Juan's sincere congratulations.
Haven't you seen how fast they've developed this year?
After having no opponents in Beixinan, they directly expanded to Shijing Mountain. Now, many people are still talking about it there.
Few of her colleagues at their company dared to believe it.
The Chen Pingsheng who used to ride a small motorcycle to pick up his wife every day developed so quickly all of a sudden.
"Unification is definitely out of the question. It's just that opening stores is faster now. Pingsheng is preparing to open some community stores over there, so our family will be busy for the next two months."
"Being busy is good! If you're not busy, who will maintain this Bentley of yours?"
Du Juan said, "Speaking of which, wasn't this car bought by your Husband? Why haven't I seen him drive it?"
"He thinks it's too high-profile and doesn't like driving it. He still drives his own big car all day. I can't just leave such an expensive car at home to collect dust, right?"
That makes sense. So this gift was actually given to herself.
Du Juan was speechless. Given her family's conditions, having multiple Bentleys didn't seem like a big deal either.
The two agreed to go for a beauty treatment.
Song Yanxi had always remembered her man's instructions: if there was a chance, she should open her own high-end beauty salon.
She also mentioned this to Du Juan and asked her to keep an eye out.
The beauty salon they came to wasn't too high-end; it was a large chain.
It specialized in women's beauty treatments.
It seemed that to better understand these beauty treatments, the courses Song Yanxi signed up for here included buttock maintenance, facial maintenance, breast maintenance, and uterine maintenance.
As for how many women's treatments there were, a card could be opened for any single part of the body.
For example, buttock maintenance.
There was news before that someone spent millions every year on maintenance just to maintain their perky buttocks.
She wasn't that exaggerated, but she still spent 9,800 yuan to get a ten-session buttock maintenance card.
The main effect was buttock lifting.
As for breasts, there were even more treatments.
There were those specifically for preventing sagging and those for breast lifting.
Breast lifting was a truly significant treatment in beauty salons, and it was also what many women were most willing to spend money on.
There were many beautiful women nowadays, but most had small chests.
As for men, those who know, know.
Before getting together, when they could only hold hands, they looked at faces. After getting together, they paid a lot of attention to breasts.
After all, large breasts were the favorite of countless men.
Breast maintenance also became a popular treatment in beauty salons.
As for facial maintenance, that was a bottomless pit.
Many female celebrities from Hong Kong were called ageless goddesses and even publicly taught people how to maintain their looks.
In fact, that was all nonsense.
The real meaning was still being willing to spend money.
Just like this beauty salon, the best facial maintenance treatment cost as much as 68,000 yuan for ten sessions.
I heard it was a France brand.
68,000 yuan was only enough to maintain for two months. If you wanted to have a twenty-something's face when you were forty, you had to use this kind of high-end facial care brand long-term.
Or anti-aging.
After truly understanding beauty salons, Song Yanxi suddenly understood why her man had half an eye on them.
Too profitable.
The treatments were diverse.
For example, these beauticians could become qualified after studying for three months.
For a 980 yuan facial maintenance, their manual commission was only a few dozen yuan.
The rest was all profit margin.
If this business was done well, it could truly be said to rake in money daily.
The treatments in the store were secondary; the key was that beauty salons also had partnerships with medical aesthetics and plastic surgery companies.
If they brought a customer over, they would get half of the commission without having to manage anything else.
For example, a beautician here took an A-list client to a high-end plastic surgery hospital in Beijing last month.
Both her eyes and nose were done, costing over 500,000 yuan.
This beauty salon just made an introduction and got half of the over 500,000 yuan without taking any risks.
It was clear how profitable this industry was.
Song Yanxi also had her own exclusive beautician, who was not much older than her.
She was also from out of town.
Her biggest dream was to buy a house in Beijing. Looking at her conditions before, it seemed she was just average.
So the packages she recommended were not particularly high-end.
Later, after discovering that Song Yanxi actually drove a Bentley sports car, the recommended treatments were never less than a few thousand yuan.
And they were for single sessions.
Later on, all the recommended card packages were tens of thousands of yuan.
Song Yanxi was rich now; her private small vault could produce seven or eight million yuan at any time.
But she was just rich, not foolish.
If this were her own beauty salon, she would definitely spend freely, but the key was it wasn't hers.
The most expensive she got was the 9,800 yuan buttock maintenance.
And the 6,800 yuan breast maintenance.
No matter how much the beautician talked it up, she wouldn't go for those flashy, impractical treatments.
But this not-so-large beauty salon was truly surprising to her.
After finishing her facial treatment for the day, she also did some buttock maintenance.
She was going home to surprise her Husband.
When the two left, a consultant manager came out of the store.
Looking at her face, she was shrewd and cunning.
"This woman is rich! Why didn't you get her to sign up for a France treatment?"
"I told her, but she didn't sign up."
"She drives that kind of car, what's so hard about getting her to sign up for a treatment costing a few thousand? If you can't do it, next time we'll switch Xiao Lin over. Only if she signs up for the France treatment do we have a chance to get her to open a 68,000 yuan course card."
Beauty salons were all about tactics.
The manager had been watching Song Yanxi for a long time. Logically, someone driving a Bentley was at least a B-list client at a beauty salon.
Rising to A-list was definitely just a matter of time.
But this big client was stuck below and couldn't move up.
She felt this was a problem with the beautician. Next time she came, they must switch to the store's top salesperson to serve her.
As long as she moved up once, she could maintain that spending level long-term afterward.
A woman driving a Bentley, if she didn't spend hundreds of thousands on her face every year, was she doing herself justice?
How could she keep a man's heart?
Invisibly, Song Yanxi became this store's big leek.
Song Yanxi drove to the children's playground to pick up Chen Qi and Xiao Anan. If it weren't for Chen Qi, this Little Aunt, helping her take care of her daughter for the past two months, she would have been even busier.
Chen Anan seemed to have returned to the days when she didn't have her parents supervising her, playing joyfully every day.
All day long, she was either thinking about playing here or going there to see animals.
Song Yanxi was still thinking about enrolling her in that kind of interest class, but Chen Pingsheng felt it was unnecessary.
When they were growing up, they didn't learn this or that.
Didn't they turn out just fine?
A child's childhood should be spent as it should be.
There was no need to be like those Beijing parents who kept shouting about winning at the starting line every day.
The so-called winning at the starting line, in Chen Pingsheng's view.
Was to earn more money and give his daughter a building in the future, with daily rent collection.
Wasn't this much better than learning dancing or playing cotton?