This was Chen Ping's true goal.
How much could massages earn? Even with extended sessions, working all day wouldn't bring in much money!
No matter what, he was a young man who had grown up amid the collision of two major forms of human development.
Even if he had never had the chance to personally put them into practice, he had heard of countless ways to rake in money fast. He could always adapt a few of them.
Massage was just a pretext. Back on Blue Star in his previous life, how many people had actually gone for the therapeutic effects of a massage? Weren't they all there for the emotional value provided by the masseuses?
Chen Ping only needed to hire a few employees, give them a crash course, and have passable massage skills on display.
What would truly keep Shrek students coming to spend money at his shop was the effectiveness of those supplements.
That was where Chen Ping's real profits lay, and it was also the technical moat that would keep others from copying him and splitting his profits.
It was just that Chen Ping had been too poor at the beginning to afford opening a shop. He had needed to earn his first pot of gold through other means first.
"Can it really make you run faster and farther?"
The moment this Class One student asked that question, Chen Ping knew that his plan was already halfway successful.
When Chen Ping had first discovered that his aptitude was lacking, the first thing he asked after the system awakened was whether there was some pill-refining method that could change his fate. It did not even need to give him the pills—he could learn to make them himself.
It was the Scholar Cultivation System, after all. As long