Uncle's Crisis

Chapter 164

The girl smiled and said, "Wash your hair first, then have a massage, and then get a haircut. This is the most orthodox haircut procedure."

Depend on!
I have lived half my life, and I don't even know how to cut hair.

Seeing him in a daze, the girl simply grabbed his hand and dragged him into the room.

Her hands were soft and a little slippery, comparable to Pang Hongzhu's, but not as warm as Pang Hongzhu's, like a cold dead fish.

Gao Zhiyuan couldn't resist anymore, walked in and sat on a dirty leather seat.

The girl said: "Brother, let's start washing our hair."

Gao Zhiyuan agreed, adjusted his posture, and lay down gently.

At first, Gao Zhiyuan closed his eyes tightly, fearing that the shampoo would splash inside, but the eyelids seemed to be supported by an invisible object, and they couldn't close them no matter what.

In this way, he saw a "beautiful" scenery and couldn't help but panic.

But the more flustered he was, the more he wanted to see, the more he couldn't extricate himself, his eyes became two straight lines.

"Brother, is this comfortable?"

"Well, comfortable."

"It's good to be comfortable, remember to come to me next time, my name is Xiaohong."

"Ok."

As Xiaohong said, she curled up one leg and put her knee on the armrest of the recliner.

Since then, Gao Zhiyuan has completely collapsed. He closed his eyes tightly, diverted his thinking, and forced himself to think about other things.

"Brother, how do you feel?"

"Xiaohong, don't do this, it's not good, it's really not good."

"Brother, why are you so feudal?"

"It's not a matter of feudalism or not."

"What's the matter?"

"It's really... it's really..."

"Can't bear it, can't you? That's good, you can do whatever you want, and my little sister won't charge you too much." Xiao Honglang said loudly, leaning forward.

It seems that this is really a black shop.

No, you must not cross the line. If it spreads, it will be troublesome.

"No...no, I don't need it, I'm here to cut my hair!" Gao Zhiyuan pushed her away and ran outside.

"Plop!"
The girl named Xiaohong fell to the ground, let go of her shrill voice, and yelled like a pig butcher: "Someone... Come here quickly! Kill him! Catch him quickly, don't let him escape!"

Gao Zhiyuan ran desperately, but as soon as he reached the door, he was blocked by three strong young men, all of them with ferocious faces and fierce looks.

"What do you want to do?" Gao Zhiyuan stopped and asked them without confidence.

"Boy, do you have to ask again? Either pay the money obediently, or wait for death!" A tall young man in front said viciously.

"I didn't do anything, I didn't even cut my hair, how can I pay?"

"Aren't you stubborn?" A chubby fat man came over, patted Gao Zhiyuan on the head, and cursed, "You're still fucking stubborn, I'll see if I won't screw it off for you!"

Gao Zhiyuan had an idea, thinking that they had too many people, so he couldn't force it, so he softened and said, "Brothers, I just want to come to get a haircut, why bother? Let Xiao Hong continue to do it for me."

"Are you here for a haircut?"

"Yes."

"Have you washed your hair? Have you massaged?"

"Okay, even if I wash and press it, tell me, how much will it cost?"

The fat man stared at Gao Zhiyuan, and said, "You kid made the girl look like that, do you want to kill yourself?"

"I don't care about her."

"Grass mud horse, how dare you play tricks!" A tall and thin man raised his big paw like a shovel and slapped Gao Zhiyuan.

Gao Zhiyuan dodged and dodged.

"Damn, you dare to play this with me?" The big paw rushed forward.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Gao Zhiyuan bent down to drill out, but was blocked by several other people.

He has no way to escape, and is in a situation where he is under attack from both sides.

Several ruffians gathered around, pressing arms, pressing arms, pressing legs, and captured him alive without saying anything.

A black hand reached into his trouser pocket, took out the wallet from inside, handed it to the girl named Xiaohong, and said, "See if there is enough money in it?"

Xiaohong took it, turned around and left.

Gao Zhiyuan became impatient, his blood gushed out, and his whole body swelled up.

He jumped up, overturned the person holding him to the ground, ran to a small tea table next to him, reached out and grabbed a fruit knife, held it high in his hand, and shouted angrily: Return the money to me, or else, I will be rude!"

"Boy, are you tired of working?" The guy with a pair of mouse eyes slowly approached him.

Gao Zhiyuan muttered and cursed: "You bastards! You are too bullying, if you dare to do something reckless again, I will fight you!"

"Brothers, don't be cruel, it will affect the business if it gets bloody, let Brother Sun handle it." The bald head took a step forward and shouted at the mouse eyes.

Gao Zhiyuan's heart was trembling, and it seemed that he couldn't fly even if he pierced his wings. Who were they talking about, Brother Sun?

Could it be the "boss"?
That kind of heart is cruel and vicious, if it really falls into his hands, it will not be fun.

How to do?
In a panic, he took out his phone.

Someone shouted: "He wants to call!"

Several people came forward, wanting to snatch it, but they dared not approach because Gao Zhiyuan had a knife in his hand.

In a hurry, Gao Zhiyuan dialed a number and shouted loudly: "I've been blackmailed at a fashion house on Hepan Road, please report it to me!"

Someone scolded disdainfully: "Damn, do you want to report the crime? Well, report it, report it! This will save us even the phone bill."

The fat man said, "We should have called ourselves, in case it wasn't Brother Sun who came."

"That's right, what if someone else handles it? That's hard to say." The fat man picked up the phone, dialed the number, and said into the microphone: "Brother, please excuse me, here's the food."

Only then did Gao Zhiyuan know that they had called the police first.

After a few minutes of stalemate, a van stopped outside the door, and two young men in police uniforms, one tall and one short, got out of the car.

Going forward with a bald head, he smiled all over his face: "Thanks for your hard work, Brother Sun."

"Where is the person? Where is it?" Probably because the light in the room was too dark, Brother Sun didn't see where Gao Zhiyuan was.

"No, where is it?" The bald head pointed to Gao Zhiyuan, who was holding a knife in a desperate posture, and said, "It looks like a bird, stealing meat and beating people, asking for money and refusing to pay, and using a knife to commit murder."

Brother Sun said: "You can't go too far, take it easy."

The bald head said: "It's not too much, or he would have bled him long ago."

Brother Sun sneered, walked up to Gao Zhiyuan swayingly, and shouted: "Brother, put down the knife!"

Only then did Gao Zhiyuan realize that he had committed a big taboo, how could he show his knife in front of the police?

Taking a closer look, the person in front of him doesn't look like a policeman, even his police uniform doesn't look like that, he looks like a co-op.

But in any case, people are here to perform official duties, so they should obey the control.

So, he threw away the knife and explained: "I came here for a haircut, and I was blackmailed by this group of people without doing anything."

"Do you feel wronged?" "Officer Sun" asked.

"Isn't that right? I didn't even care about it. They wanted money, and they stopped me from leaving." Gao Zhiyuan said with a sad face.

"Didn't do it?"

"Yes."

"Then what's the matter with your hair?" "Officer Sun" asked sharply.

Gao Zhiyuan stared at the police sign on his chest, and he knew it in his heart. This person surnamed Sun was 100% a police assistant.

"Which unit are you from?" Sun Xiejing narrowed his eyes and looked carefully.

Gao Zhiyuan shook his head and said, "I don't have a unit."

(End of this chapter)