A-Lian 1

Ah Lian (Part 1)
Ah Lian might not be her real name; it's the name she used at the foot massage parlor. As you might know, women working there often adopt stage names, much like celebrities. Andy Lau isn't actually his real name either; his real name is Lau Fuk-wing, and he only got that name after his debut. Ah
Lian and I met at the foot massage parlor. Sometimes I think that if we had met in a different place or at a different time, we would have had a different kind of connection and story. But since we met at the foot massage parlor, no matter how deep our feelings were, we were still just customer and service provider. Ah Lian was just a very small part of my life, but it was a profound experience. It gave me a different impression of the women working at foot massage parlors. Everyone is just trying to make a living; some people live effortlessly, while others struggle. Like the foot massage parlor girl, I belonged to the type who struggled to survive. From another perspective, we were kindred spirits.
Let me tell you my story with A-Lian. I remember it was a summer Friday. After get off work, I had a small get-together with some colleagues and we had a few drinks. There were four of us and two bottles of alcohol. I drank less, and the other three colleagues shared the rest. We were all quite full and slightly tipsy, which was perfect for nightlife. They were noisily looking for a place to play cards, but after looking around several places, they couldn't find a suitable card room. Just when our legs were starting to ache from walking, we inexplicably ended up in front of a foot massage parlor. This foot massage parlor was located in an alley called Xiaokangcheng in Huai'an. Xiaokangcheng was originally a self-built housing area, but after the district rezoning, it became a convenient entertainment area with a variety of restaurants and a concentration of foot massage parlors. In Xiaokangcheng, you could eat, drink, and have fun all in one place without ever changing areas. The foot massage parlor was called "Forget Me Not," which was incredibly tacky. The foot massage parlor's door was made of glass, the lower half frosted and the upper half transparent. Inside was a reception area with a bar and a set of sofas. The parlor's decor was incredibly tacky, with colorful little lights flashing at the entrance and inside. Several foot massage girls were sitting or lying on the sofas in the reception area, most of them heavily made up, but they looked particularly alluring to a slightly tipsy person. The four of us stood at the entrance of the foot massage parlor for a long time, watching the girls walk around inside. We could only see their upper bodies through the glass; their lower bodies were completely obscured by the frosted glass. I thought to myself that the owner of this foot massage parlor had used the concept of scarcity marketing with this glass door design—letting you see but not see through. If you want to see through, you have to come in, and once you're inside, you're guaranteed to spend money.
The guys weren't really in the mood to find another card room. They exchanged knowing glances, rested briefly, and then went into the "Forget-Me-Not" foot massage parlor one after another. The older woman sitting at the bar quickly came to greet us. Later, I became a regular customer, and she told me her name—Ping. I always called her Sister Ping.
Sister Ping: Are you all here together?
Me: Yes. Do you have any private rooms?
Sister Ping: Yes, would you like a large private room, or a small private room for each person?
Her question made the guys' hearts race with excitement after drinking. With things so strictly regulated now, there probably wouldn't be any prostitution services, right? Even if there were, it'd probably just be masturbation or something. Men who drink don't go home; they always want to find some fun, but usually they go out alone. Since we were a group, we had to consider our image and standing in the eyes of our friends, so no one said anything. Sister Ping is quite perceptive; people in the entertainment industry are adept at interpersonal relationships, and she likely sensed our concerns as new customers. She arranged a large room for us, big enough to fit four massage chairs, accommodating all four of us at once.
While turning on the TV and air conditioning, Sister Ping instructed the staff to bring water and fruit, then asked if we knew any foot massage girls. We all waved our hands, and Sister Ping said she would arrange it as she saw fit.
Soon, the girls started coming into the room. Since I was the host, I politely assigned the first girls to my three colleagues—the girls who had been sitting or lying at the door earlier. They were all heavily made up; I felt like they had over a pound of makeup on their faces. However, after the third girl came in, no one else entered. After about ten minutes, I got a little impatient and called out loudly for the boss. Sister Ping came over, saw that no one was giving me a foot massage, and quickly came up with a smile, explaining to me.
Ping: I'm sorry, young man, it's Friday today, we're busy. All ten of my girls are upstairs in the private rooms. Please wait a little longer, I'll recommend a good, pretty masseuse later.
Me: Hurry up and arrange it, anything will do. I came with some buddies and we're leaving together. If you keep me waiting too long, my buddies will have to wait too long too.
Ping thought for a moment, seemingly hesitant, but after much consideration, she finally said: "Young man, a young girl just came from my hometown, but she's currently working as a waitress, the one who just poured you water. She teaches foot massage during the day, but she's only been learning for less than a week, so her technique might be a bit rusty. If you don't mind, would you like her to give you a foot massage?"
I'm really sensitive to pressure during foot massages; I can't handle too much pressure. Whether it's a good or bad masseuse, I always ask the masseuse to be gentle, so I didn't mind and nodded in agreement. Then I heard Ping call out, "Ah Lian, Ah Lian, come in and give this young man a massage."
As soon as she finished speaking, A-Lian entered the private room. It really was the waitress who had poured us water earlier. Because she hadn't paid attention earlier, she hadn't really looked at her properly. A-Lian wasn't a young girl; she was probably over 25. Back in her hometown, she was a married woman with children, a typical rural woman. But A-Lian was from the city, and she couldn't bear the farm work in the countryside, so she insisted on finding a job in the city. Hearing that Sister Ping from her hometown was doing business in Huai'an, she came to rely on her. She initially thought Sister Ping owned a shop or factory, but it turned out she ran a foot massage parlor. A-Lian had considered leaving Sister Ping and returning to her hometown, but remembering her promises back home and the hardships of farm work, she compromised.
A-Lian and Sister Ping initially agreed that she would only work as a waitress, cleaning and serving tea and water, and wouldn't do the foot massage business. But people really do change when it comes to money, especially for a woman like A-Lian with low education and few skills. After working as a waitress for about a month, Pingjie would count out the money for each person in person every time they got paid. The foot massage girls each earned tens of thousands of yuan a month, but when it came to A-Lian, Pingjie would only give her about 20 bills, the extra few being out of consideration for their shared hometown.
At first, A-Lian didn't care, but as time went on, the women started comparing their clothes, possessions, and even the brands of their phones and investments in beauty and hair treatments. A-Lian began to waver. Desire is a strange thing; when we're calm, we say we can fight it, but can we really resist it just by saying we will? Especially for women, the desire to compare and the vanity they have can easily lead many women like A-Lian to willingly succumb to it.
One day, after finishing cleaning, A-Lian found a moment when Pingjie wasn't busy and quietly told her her idea: she wanted to work as a waitress while learning foot massage. Pingjie smiled and praised A-Lian for finally getting it. A-Lian then told Pingjie, "I'll only learn the kind of foot massage the girls on the first floor do; I won't learn the ones upstairs." Ping smiled at A-Lian and joked, "You want to learn, but I won't let you. The foot massage upstairs costs money to learn, but you can learn for free downstairs." A-Lian blushed and told Ping, "I won't learn from upstairs, downstairs is fine."
So A-Lian began her days of working as a waitress while learning foot massage. Before she had even been learning for a week, she met us, and I became A-Lian's first foot massage customer.

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