I am a super cop

Chapter 1754 Hidden Barber Shop【Two Chapters in One】

Inside the office.

Hearing He Junchao's "tragic" experience, everyone originally wanted to sympathize, but who didn't know who didn't hold back, just burst out laughing.

Soon, the whole office burst into laughter.

Lu Weiwei touched He Junchao's head, also bursting into tears and said, "This hairdressing apprentice is really not interesting, how can he shave his hair like this?"

"Don't touch it." He Junchao pushed Lu Weiwei's right hand away, put on the baseball cap again, and couldn't help complaining:
"I don't understand. Since when did the atmosphere of the hairdressing industry become what it is now?"

After a pause, He Junchao turned around, looked at everyone with a golden knife, and said without hesitation:
"At the entrance of our community, there used to be one hairdressing shop, but a month ago, it became two. One is a barber shop, and the other...is also a barber shop."

"Pfft!" Hearing what He Junchao said, Lu Weiwei couldn't hold it back, and smiled with a puff: "Aren't you talking nonsense? Have you read too much nonsense literature? Not two hair salons, but two roast duck restaurants? A hamburger?"

"Lu Weiwei, don't interrupt." Originally, he wanted to complain a few words, but when Lu Weiwei interrupted him, He Junchao's head suddenly went blank, and he couldn't help saying:
"Hey, what did I just say?"

"You said that there are two roast duck restaurants at the gate of your community." Lu Weiwei said.

"Yes, there are two roast ducks at the gate of my community... Ah bah, it's a hair salon."

"Pfft!" Hearing this, everyone burst into laughter again.

He Junchao pushed Lu Weiwei away, and said angrily: "Lu Weiwei, don't stand by my side, I've been led astray by you."

"I don't care about it." Lu Weiwei turned around and sat back in her seat, and also picked up the yogurt on the table to enjoy.

He Junchao sighed, and said helplessly: "Actually, it's not quite accurate to say that, because I'm not sure, does the other one count as a barber shop?"

"Because strictly speaking, it's a... place where you can get a haircut. I can't even remember what the name of the shop is?"

"It's normal not to be able to remember. There are too many barbershops now, with all kinds of weird names. It can't be completely blamed on you." Lu Weiwei also talked eloquently while drinking yoghurt:
"After all, everyone here, can you still remember the name of the shop where you got your haircut last time?"

"I don't remember, do you remember?"

"I don't remember either, it just feels like a haircut place. What's the name of the store? I really didn't notice it."

"I don't remember either."

……

Hearing Lu Weiwei's remarks, everyone reacted.

Feel like it's hard for everyone to remember the name of the store where you got your last haircut?
He Junchao snapped his fingers and said, "Isn't that right? Sometimes I feel that all the barber shop owners seem to be afraid that others will remember the name of their shop."

"Maybe in this industry, the name is not important. Everyone has a unified store name." Officer Wang hesitated for two seconds, and said lightly:
"Anyway, the more incomprehensible the name of the shop, the more expensive it is. The shop where I often get haircuts at the entrance of the community is more realistic. What is it called... Guifang Hairdressing, the haircut costs 10 yuan, and the price has not increased for many years."

"10 yuan?" Hearing Officer Wang's remarks, Lu Weiwei's eyes widened and she said, "Is there such a price for a haircut now? Is it the one that doesn't include shampoo?"

"No." Lu Weiwei seemed to be making a fuss, as if she had never been to such a small shop.

So Police Officer Wang said eloquently, "It's the kind that washes your hair with soap, then shaves it, and washes your hair with soap again."

"By the way, the kind that shaves your beard and picks out your ears. After all, how much does soap cost? Cutting your hair depends on craftsmanship. It belongs to the kind of neighborhood business that makes small profits but sells quickly."

Glancing at He Junchao's failed hairstyle, Police Officer Wang couldn't help holding back a smile and said, "He Junchao's kind of consumption probably isn't low?"

"Isn't it? The kind that still needs to bring an appointment." He Junchao is also depressed now, feeling that he is in a terrible mood, and it is indeed a very "terrible" kind.

When Gu Chen heard this, he also asked him curiously: "So tall? Do you need to make an appointment for a haircut?"

"Bad...about the same." He Junchao thought for a while, and said involuntarily:
"Anyway, the last time I went to get a haircut, I chose the expensive one. After entering, the front desk asked me if I had an appointment? I said no."

"He said I could pick one of their hair directors, and he gave me a list."

"And then, I took the list. Well, I read it for a long time, but I didn't know who to choose? Because it's all in English."

"I said I chose this... what, um, anyway, I just couldn't understand it, so I was very entangled, so I chose a word with a long name at random, and I said this."

After a pause, He Junchao also picked up the empty thermos cup on the table, and couldn't help saying to Ji Zhe, "Brother Sanji, get me a cup of hot water."

"No problem." Hearing this, Ji Zhe quickly took He Junchao's thermos and walked towards the water dispenser.

He Junchao sighed faintly: "Anyway, in my impression, shouldn't the hairstyle director be called Tony, Jim?"

"Haha." Hearing this, Lu Weiwei asked him with a suppressed smile, "Then you had a pretty good haircut last month, didn't you? I remember just trimming the corners."

"Yes, actually, the reason why I chose to go to that expensive store this time is because of last time."

"This haircut has to be a link between the past and the future?" Gu Chen was puzzled by this, feeling that He Junchao is still playing with causality?
He Junchao waved his hand, took the thermos cup handed over by Ji Zhe, took a sip, and said:

"Actually, last month, after I ordered the hair director, the front desk stared at me with a strange smile from the beginning to the end."

"Anyway, I never thought that one day I would feel inferior in a barber shop."

"I didn't even think that my low self-esteem is not because of my hair, but because of knowledge, because I can't read the English name of the hair director."

"So I don't understand, when will the current trend of the hairdressing industry start to catch up with Internet companies?"

"Pfft!" Gu Chen, who was drinking water, almost choked after hearing He Junchao's words, and asked him curiously:

"Senior brother He, what kind of weird hair salon did you go to? Why is it still in line with Internet companies? Could it be that this hair salon is a chain brand?"

"Chain the yarn." He Junchao Erlang raised his legs, and said in an angry way: "Let me tell you this, anyway, what is even more annoying is that this hairstylist whose name I can't name, when he was cutting my hair, They recommended a bunch of projects to me and asked me to apply for a card.”

"I said I was sorry, I didn't understand, I wasn't interested, and then he said a bunch of nouns to me."

After a pause, He Junchao also gesticulated with his fingers: "What... what kind of granular matrix spotting, decentralized spiral highlighting, empowering inspiration."

"Anyway, except for applying for a card, I didn't understand any of the words he said."

"I know what each word means, but I just don't understand why our Chinese can't communicate?"

"Indeed." Gu Chen listened carefully to He Junchao's introduction of nouns, but he was still confused.

Just like these nouns sound quite lofty, but what does it look like in practice?Maybe this is similar to opening a blind box?

He Junchao also said helplessly: "Anyway, that guy still complained about me, saying that it seems that you don't know much about fashion, and also said that I can ask him any questions."

"If I don't speak, it will be very impolite, so I can only reply perfunctorily, such as 'ah', 'yes, right', or asking 'what do you do for work'?"

"Pfft!" Hearing He Junchao's words, Yuan Shasha couldn't hold back any longer, and just burst out laughing and said:
"Brother He, you asked the barber what kind of job you do? Don't you feel embarrassed?"

"This... I didn't want to talk about it at the time, but he insisted on interacting with me, using that very plastic English." He Junchao said with a helpless look on his face:
"Whenever there was a little confusion on my face, he would frown, and that look of foolishness made me feel ashamed."

"But I'm so ignorant, and I still don't apply for a card, so I'm too unwilling to make progress."

"Anyway, this experience left an indelible shadow in my heart, so I thought, I have to find a way to get back the self-esteem lost in the barber shop, right?"

"So Senior Brother He got the card right?" Gu Chen asked.

He Junchao nodded silently: "That's right, I just bit the bullet and got a VIP card."

"So these two days of being depressed, I thought about changing my hairstyle and mood. In order to restore my damn self-esteem, I made special preparations."

"But when I went to that hair salon again, I found that I seemed to have no choice, because the other store, that is, the one next to it, had closed down, so I could only go to the hair salon where I had a card. "

"That means the haircut last time was okay." Officer Wang said with a smile as he drank his wolfberry tea.

He Junchao nodded silently: "It was okay last time, but the consumption was a bit high, and it also made me feel a little inferior."

"So the inferiority complex that was lost, I had to find it again, so when the front desk asked me what I needed? I said it was relatively simple. I was the edge level of the horseshoe-shaped partition, and I lacked a sense of three-dimensionality."

"I want the barber to adjust the double reference line for me to highlight the visual tension of the square edge level."

"I asked him, which hairdresser's flow do you think is more suitable for my needs?"

"Haha, you really know how to find trouble." Lu Weiwei can probably understand why this time it was like a dog gnawed, and it was He Junchao who co-authored it and ran to kill him?
He Junchao also sighed, and said helplessly, "Anyway, the front desk was taken aback for a while, and then he said, uh...do you have an appointment?"

"I said no, what directors do you have?"

"Then he gave me the list, and I pretended to look at it for a while, and I said I want this, Love Bella."

"The receptionist was dumbfounded when he heard it, and said 'ah'."

"I said I want this, isn't it convenient? Forget it, call Ekaterina."

"Anyway, I always had a faint smile throughout the whole process. This is the calmness of knowledge. I have to find my lost self-esteem here."

"Then the front desk asked me if I was sure? I said I must be sure and sure, let her hurry up."

"Well...and then?" Gu Chen couldn't help asking weakly.

He Junchao sighed, shook his head and said, "Then the front desk shouted loudly, Cuifen, come and fix your head."

"puff!"

When everyone heard the words, they also suppressed their laughter.

The whole office burst into laughter.

Officer Wang also burst into tears with laughter and said, "This Cui Fen, from the name, shouldn't be too young?"

"Probably... about 50 or [-] years old." He Junchao said.

"That shouldn't be an apprentice, right? At least he's a barber who has been working for many years, right?" Lu Weiwei also felt that if she could have such a name with a sense of age, she was basically an aunt who had been working in the barber industry for many years.

He Junchao heard the words, but he wanted to cry without tears: "It would be great if this is the case. Unfortunately, I didn't know until I started. It's the boss's aunt who came to help with cooking and cleaning."

"Of course, I also have some haircut skills, but as soon as I started, I felt something was wrong. I said to cut it shorter, and then she shaved me like this. Maybe he cut it for the old man?"

"Haha." Seeing He Junchao's frowning expression, Lu Weiwei couldn't help complaining, "Then what are you going to do now? Are you wearing a hat all the time?"

"Let's see if we can remedy it." Officer Wang said.

With a helpless expression on his face, He Junchao could only take off his hat, pointed to his dog-like haircut and said, "Is it all shaved like this? How can I fix it?"

After finishing speaking, Gu Chen glanced at He Junchao's hairstyle and said, "Senior Brother He seems to have shaved too much on the right side."

"Isn't it?" He Junchao showed the right side in front of everyone, and he couldn't help complaining: "When I got my haircut, I was still chatting with her fellow villager on the mobile phone, but in the end, the hair on the right side of the ear was blown away. It was shaved off, and there are still a few pieces missing, isn't this the end of the calf?"

"Haha." Seeing He Junchao's speechless face, Police Officer Wang also reminded him: "I know there is a barber shop that specializes in shaving that kind of shape. Anyway, I saw people in the first group and the second group have shaved there. , the effect is not bad."

After a pause, Police Officer Wang walked up to He Junchao, looked around, and then said: "You have shaved too much, and there are some gaps. I think it should not be a big problem if you modify it a little."

"Really?" Seeing that Police Officer Wang knew where it could be repaired, He Junchao immediately asked, "Old Wang, are you sure my hairstyle can be repaired?"

"As long as the head is not bald, you can modify it." Officer Wang thought for a while, and asked He Junchao: "By the way, He Junchao, do you know that there is a shop selling Goubuli steamed buns on Furong North Road?"

"I know." He Junchao said.

"Just go in the alley next door. There is a back street yard. The barber shop is in that yard. You can find it when you go in."

"If you want me to say, at noon, you might as well just go there for a haircut and eat there by the way. The barbers over there are all fashionable and specialize in shaving oily heads."

"I think your haircut is ridiculously short, but it's not unrecoverable. Go try your luck at noon."

"Okay, that's the only way to go." He Junchao was already in a terrible mood, but now he felt that there was still a glimmer of hope, so he agreed after thinking about it.

……

……

noon.

He Junchao sat in Gu Chen's car and went to the secret barber shop that Police Officer Wang mentioned.

Lu Weiwei, who was sitting in the co-pilot, couldn't help turning her head to look at He Junchao in the back seat and said, "He Junchao, are the Goubuli buns authentic?"

"Maybe? I haven't eaten it either." He Junchao said.

Lu Weiwei thought for a while, and then said, "We'll accompany you there, and you just invite us to eat Goubuli buns? What if it's not authentic?"

"Then I'll treat you to another bowl of hot and sour noodles. The hot and sour noodles over there are delicious. I've eaten them before. They should suit your taste, Lu Weiwei."

He Junchao was also drunk, and felt that asking the two of them to accompany him to a haircut was really too much to ask.

Obviously Lu Weiwei also wanted to cut her bangs, but she gave such a high-sounding reason.

What to accompany yourself to get a haircut?
Xin said that under the pretense of accompanying her to get a haircut, she could have a meal for nothing, this is Lu Weiwei's wishful thinking.

According to the address given by Police Officer Wang, Lu Weiwei first found the Goubuli Steamed Bun Shop, and then found the alley.

After Gu Chen parked the car, everyone packed three buns at the Goubuli Steamed Bun Shop, then went to the next door shop to pack three hot and sour noodles, and then walked into the alley together.

At this moment, everyone discovered that the alleys were all paved with blue bricks.

Furong North Road is a modern commercial district.

But passing through this ancient alley, we came to an ancient building complex.

The buildings here are not too tall, and many of the building's house numbers are marked by the Jiangnan City Cultural Relics Bureau.

In other words, many old houses are old and belong to the level of cultural relics.

Walking along the alley to the end, there is a relatively spacious open space.

The other buildings were built around this circular open space, with many wicker chairs and wooden tables in the middle, with teapots and cups on them.

And on a wall, there is a hanging backboard. Although it is old, the net is new.

Looking inside again, in an old house, there were laughter and laughter from various young people.

There is a wooden board at the door, and there is a handwritten signboard, just five words: hair art studio.

"It should be here, right?" Lu Weiwei couldn't find any other stores, so she went to the door to find out.

At this moment, several short-haired young men were talking and laughing with their jobs in their hands.

Seeing someone standing at the door, a tall and thin man with dark skin put down his bowl and chopsticks, walked over and asked, "Are you here for a haircut?"

"I... trimmed my bangs, he..." Lu Weiwei turned her head to look at He Junchao who was wearing a baseball cap and looked a little embarrassed.

So he immediately pulled He Junchao to him, and took off He Junchao's baseball cap: "Look at his hairstyle, is there any possibility of saving him?"

"Pfft!" Seeing He Junchao's doggy hairstyle, the dark-skinned tall and thin man couldn't help holding back his laughter: "Where did you get your haircut? This barber can do whatever he wants?"

"Haha, it was shaved by a middle-aged woman named Cui Fen, probably an apprentice. I also heard from my colleagues that you are better at cutting short hair here, is that true?" Lu Weiwei asked.

"Does it need to be said? We have a lot of oil trimmers here, and we can also provide some personalized needs according to the requirements of customers." The tall and thin man said.

"Personalized needs?" Gu Chen was a little confused, so he quickly asked the tall and thin man: "What aspects of personalization do you mean?"

"Hey!" Hearing Gu Chen's words, the man directly showed the side of his head, pointed in the direction of his left ear and said, "The sides can create many texture patterns for you, and you can have any type you want."

"We can use electric razors here to make flowers for you, and you will be satisfied."

"Then... can I make flowers out of my hairstyle?" He Junchao also pointed to his terrible hairstyle and said.

The tall and thin man with dark skin did not reply to He Junchao immediately, but clamped He Junchao's head with his hands, looked around, and then replied:

"Your hairstyle, on other people's side, may not be able to be saved, but I can do it here. I just need to shave some textures on the sides of the hairstyle to modify it."

"Then I'll help you shave off some other parts to get a trendy shape. I guess it's completely achievable with your face shape."

"Then..." Looking at Gu Chen and Lu Weiwei, He Junchao hesitated.

After all, this young man looks like he is only about 20 years old, with an immature look on his face, and he doesn't know how to use technology?
After all, after being tricked last time, He Junchao doesn't trust the barber very much now.

Seeing this, the tall and thin man just grinned: "Then it's up to you. If you want to talk about this area, I'm the only one who can help you bring this damned look back to life. You can think about it yourself."

After the words fell, the man sat back on the small bench and continued to enjoy a simple lunch with the other two young men.

Lu Weiwei touched He Junchao's shoulder, and also reminded: "I said He Junchao was recommended by Lao Wang, so it should be reliable. Lao Wang can't cheat you, right?"

"Besides, I heard that some of the first and second groups also come here for a haircut, so it's probably okay."

"Yes Senior Brother He, just let him try." Gu Chen also echoed, after all, Gu Chen didn't want to waste too much time here.

After He Junchao hesitated again and again, he also let out a long sigh, and asked the tall and thin man: "Then who is here to give me a haircut?"

"Me." The tall and thin man turned his head and said while holding the rice bowl.

"Then how long have you been in this business?" He Junchao asked again.

The tall and thin man snorted coldly, and said helplessly, "I went to a technical secondary school, and that's what I learned. Counting the three years of study in the technical secondary school, plus a year of part-time work, it only takes three years to open this store by myself. It’s been a month, but I have a good reputation here.”

"If you trust me, I'll shave you after I finish eating this bowl of rice. If you don't feel at ease, you can do whatever you want."

"Okay." I feel like I've been robbed of lunch, so it's impossible to come here for nothing, right?
He Junchao gritted his teeth and replied, "Then you can shave it for me."

"Come on, you guys sit down first, I'll come over after I finish these few mouthfuls of food." The tall and thin man finished his sentence and continued to scramble the food.

So He Junchao sat on the barber chair in front of a mirror.

Gu Chen and Lu Weiwei sat on the bench in the back and began to enjoy the so-called authentic Goubuli buns.

On the other side, after the tall and thin man wiped out the last bite of food, he took out a few paper towels from the small wooden table, and couldn't help but lick his mouth.

Then crumpled up the paper towel, pointed it at a trash can by the door, and threw it directly.

"Da!" The paper ball fell hollowly, and the tall and thin man looked indifferent.

Afterwards, the paper towels used by several other people on the table were crumpled into three paper balls.

Within 1.5 seconds, consecutive right-hand throws hit the center of the trash can.

After the throw, the man didn't seem to wait and see at all.

This throwing technique still caught Lu Weiwei's attention.

Lu Weiwei quickly touched Gu Chen's shoulder, and reminded, "Junior Brother Gu, this guy is very accurate in throwing paper balls. From such a long distance, all four paper balls hit, and he still throws with his back."

"It's quite powerful." Gu Chen also noticed this, and couldn't help grinning.

"Then he should be able to play the game of throwing hoops outside." Lu Weiwei suddenly felt that the barber seemed to have a good hand, which was a bit interesting.

At this time, the tall and thin young man also walked up to He Junchao, began to tie an apron on him, and used the watering can on the table to moisten He Junchao's short hair.

After just observing He Junchao in the mirror, the tall and thin man immediately picked up the electric razor on the table and began to trim He Junchao's left and right sides.

In just 3 minutes, the tall and thin man turned off the tool, blew on He Junchao's head a few times, and said, "It's done."

When He Junchao heard this, he immediately turned his head to look in the mirror.

Then he picked up a small mirror on the table and began to observe from side to side.

After a while, He Junchao couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "It's really amazing workmanship. Not only will it not feel out of harmony, but it will feel a little trendy and cool."

"Please believe in our craftsmanship." The tall and thin man untied He Junchao's apron and said with a smile:
"I also made a set of repairs for you based on the actual situation of your hairstyle. Are you satisfied?"

"Satisfied, so satisfied." He Junchao saw his dog-gnawing hairstyle suddenly come back to life, and immediately felt that this young guy did have some skills.

"Would you like to wash your hair for you?" the tall and thin man said.

"Yeah." He Junchao nodded silently.

The tall and thin man said "呵呵" to the other two young men who were eating, and the young man who had finished his lunch first came over and invited He Junchao, "Come with me and wash your hair."

Another 5 minutes passed, and Gu Chen and Lu Weiwei basically wiped out the Goubuli buns, and added a bowl of hot and sour noodles.

And He Junchao also sat back in his seat, and the young man who washed his hair dried his short hair with a hair dryer.

Seeing that all the dust had settled, He Junchao let out a long breath and said, "Perfect."

"He Junchao, are you happy now? Are you still depressed?" Lu Weiwei also said with a smile.

He Junchao shook his head and smiled teasingly: "Depressed? That's only temporary. I, He Junchao, am always an optimist."

After the words fell, He Junchao turned his head and asked the tall and thin man, "How much?"

"80." The tall and thin man said.

"How much?" He Junchao thought he heard it wrong, so he repeated.

The tall and thin man continued, "80 yuan."

"So expensive?" He Junchao suddenly felt that he had entered a black shop.

It took less than 3 minutes to cut hair for 5 minutes, wash hair for 10 minutes, and blow dry it for less than 80 minutes. This guy actually wanted to charge himself [-] yuan?
Are you crazy about money?

He Junchao stared at him immediately, and said a little annoyed, "I said boss, you need 80 yuan for a haircut here? Are you sure?"

The tall and thin man didn't speak, but knocked on the price list on the wall and said: "Our minimum consumption here is 80 yuan, and the maximum consumption is 188 yuan, all of which are at this price."

"On your side, I just modified it for you, so I will charge you the lowest price, and you can just give 80 yuan."

"No." When He Junchao heard this explanation, he immediately felt a little cheated, and he said without hesitation: "You just modify it for me. In less than 3 minutes, you want me to be 80?"

After thinking for a while, He Junchao said again: "And that shampoo, I only used a little bit, isn't that unreasonable?"

"Sir, do you have any misunderstanding about our store?"

Feeling that He Junchao didn't want to give money, the tall and thin man frowned, and said with a displeased face: "Our minimum consumption here is 80 yuan, and we only do high-end products."

Pointing to He Junchao's shaved hairstyle, the tall and thin man said again: "For your hairstyle, if you want to turn decay into magic, no one else can handle it except for me. This is the difference between the master and the ordinary barber." gap."

"It seems easy, but in fact it requires a lot of skills. Anyway, I can't explain a sentence or two to you."

"Besides, we only do high-end products here. I may not be in the store at ordinary times. Customers who come to my store for haircuts usually need to make an appointment."

"Pfft!" He Junchao was overjoyed when he heard that, and he said without hesitation, "It's just a small shop like yours, you still need to make an appointment to come here? Are you bragging?"

"Are you looking down on people or what?" A strong young man said angrily when he saw He Junchao speak like this.

The tall and thin man glanced at him and told the strong man not to interrupt, but he explained patiently:

"Sir, I didn't lie to you. I'm usually not in the store, and our hair art studio is usually not open for business, and only accepts appointments by phone."

"Today is also a coincidence for you. You came here when we came here for dinner, and we happened to be there, so I shaved it for you and charged you 80, which is not expensive."

"Wait." Hearing what the tall and thin man said, Gu Chen also looked curious, and asked him: "It looks very deserted here, why do you still need to make an appointment?"

"Or, you don't come here for business every day?"

"No." The tall and thin man shook his head.

"Then how many days do you work a week?" Lu Weiwei became more and more confused when she heard it, feeling that these guys were interesting.

The tall and thin man grinned, and also took the initiative to explain: "Generally speaking, it's either 9 or 5. Anyway, I work three days a week, and the working hours are from [-] am to [-] pm."

"Besides, we only accept customers by appointment. I also saw that your hairstyle is a bit of a failure. I really can't stand it, so I want to help you modify it. Therefore, I don't want to drive up the price. You can go around and ask. I have always been That's the charge."

"Really?" Lu Weiwei glanced at He Junchao's hairstyle, then glanced at the tall and thin man in front of him, and asked weakly, "Then if I cut my bangs or something, you guys will charge 80 yuan too?"

"As long as we pick up the tools, it will be 80." said the thin man who just washed He Junchao's hair.

"Tsk tsk." Lu Weiwei couldn't help but tsk tsk twice, feeling lucky that she didn't let the barber do it first, otherwise how many shrimp flavored potato chips would she lose by cutting her bangs?

At this moment, the tall and thin man's mobile phone on the table suddenly rang, and the tall and thin man didn't hesitate, and walked over to answer the phone:
"Hello? That's right, I'm in the store, yes, come over, um."

Simple communication, the tall and thin man hung up the phone.

"A Biao?" asked the strong man beside him.

The tall and thin man nodded silently: "That's right."

"Maybe it's about that again, so shall we go or not?" The thin man who washed his hair also seemed hesitant and unwilling.

The tall and thin man hesitated for two seconds, then said calmly, "Let them come over and talk."

Glancing at He Junchao, the tall and thin man said again: "Sir, please pay the money."

"If you think my technique is not worth the 80 yuan, I don't need to charge you a penny, but if you are satisfied with this hairstyle, then please pay 80 yuan."

"If you're not satisfied, you won't be charged?" He Junchao heard that this tall and thin man really had a personality.

I really wanted to say that I was dissatisfied, but I couldn't save my face.

After all, I was very satisfied with my hairstyle just now.

And after He Junchao looked at it repeatedly in the mirror, he really couldn't find too many faults.

Generally speaking, this barber is indeed a talent, but the fees are too high, which makes He Junchao feel a little bit pained.

Thinking of myself as a policeman, it is impossible to renege on my debts. Thinking about it, I can only bite the bullet and open the QR code of the mobile phone.

Facing the payment QR code in front of the cashier, He Junchao looked up again: "Is it really 80?"

"Hmm." The tall and thin man looked indifferent, as if there was no room for bargaining.

At this moment, He Junchao also endured the aggrieved, and directly scanned the QR code to pay.

He Junchao suddenly remembered a sketch from the Spring Festival Gala when he heard the receiver's voice broadcast, he smashed it down with a hammer, and screamed 88 times, feeling that the current craftsmen are really good at making money.

"Lu Weiwei, do you still want to cut your bangs?" He Junchao asked.

"I... I don't need it anymore. I think the bangs are pretty good, so I don't need to fix them." Seeing that He Junchao charged 80 yuan for a haircut, Lu Weiwei thought I was stupid?

You, He Junchao, have already learned from the past, how can I, Lu Weiwei, follow in your footsteps?

He Junchao immediately walked back between the two of them, took his hot and sour noodles and Goubuli buns from Lu Weiwei's hands, and said to the tall and thin man, "Then I won't charge for eating here, right?"

"There is no charge, please do as you please." The tall and thin man also glanced at it, and then said.

He Junchao took a bite of the Goubuli bun, and asked Lu Weiwei, "Is this bun authentic?"

"Authentic." Lu Weiwei said.

"But why do I feel like I have no appetite?" He Junchao looked depressed.

At this moment, a tall and burly man with a beard and long hair, accompanied by two equally tall men, entered the room together.

Seeing the tall and thin man, the bearded and long-haired man asked him directly: "How are you thinking? The boss is still waiting for an answer."

"The last time my brother was injured, it was all because of them. He hasn't recovered yet. I don't want to take this job." The tall and thin man took out a cigarette and lit it for himself.

Then he sat behind the cash register with a calm expression on his face.

"Hmph!" The bearded and long-haired man snorted coldly, and said with a glare, "Don't be shameless? Have you forgotten who made you stand out in the first place?"

"Now that your wings are hardened, you can ignore the boss? Do you know the consequences of your refusal?"

"Of course I know, but my brother's health is more important, you should hire someone else." The tall and thin man seemed not to be afraid of the threat of the bearded and long-haired man at all, and he smoked a cigarette leisurely.

The strong man next to the tall and thin man didn't seem to be as domineering as him, so he said to the bearded and long-haired man in a submissive manner:
"Brother Biao, it's not that we don't want to make this money, it's just that the brothers all have injuries, and it's not that you don't know about Xiao Chen's injuries last month."

"Those people don't talk about martial arts, and they are too ruthless. Xiao Chen is almost useless, so we can't take this job."

"If you change the group of people, maybe we can still agree. If it's for that group of people, then we really have nothing to do."

"Hehe." Hearing what the strong man said, the bearded and long-haired man didn't appreciate it. He patted the strong man's shoulder twice, and said with a sneer:
"Tie Niu, you're still nicknamed Tie Niu, so you're scared? Are you afraid? Go home if you're afraid, don't come out to mess around, what are you doing?"

Staring, the bearded man immediately pointed at a few people and cursed: "If I hadn't come to introduce you, what would you be? Little things that are not well known."

"It's fine now, the wings are stiff, I, A Biao, can't even please you guys, can I?"

Glancing at the thin hair-washing man, the bearded and long-haired man named A Biao also pointed at him and said, "You, Hu Cheng, when you ran to play cards with someone, the one who lost was left with a pair of underpants. Who rescued you?" ? Who? Tell me who?"

"Yes...it's Brother Biao." The hair-washing man named Hu Cheng also replied weakly.

"And you, Tieniu, back then, your girlfriend cheated you out of every penny of your money. Who sent you 300 yuan through WeChat to get you back by car from out of town? Who was it?"

"Yes...it's Brother Biao." Hearing this, the man named Tieniu lowered his head obediently.

Both belong to the kind who are afraid of Brother Biao.

But Gu Chen couldn't see any fear in the eyes of the tall and thin man in front of him.

The tall and thin man threw the exhausted cigarette on the ground, crushed it with his foot a few times, and then said, "Brother Biao, unless you promise that those guys won't mess around."

"If you can guarantee it, I might think about it. In addition, what I want to say is, Brother Biao, you are kind to us, but we have also done a lot for you. These kindnesses have been offset, and we owe nothing to anyone. of."

"I just want to be free and live the life I want. I don't want my boss to kidnap me morally with the so-called 'gratitude'. I am King, and I have to think about my brothers."

"Ha ha."

Hearing what the tall and thin man said, Brother Biao couldn't help but snorted twice, and said in a bad mood: "You are indeed King, but you are afraid of tanks, and you dare not face tanks. This is also an indisputable fact. I'm right. Bar?"

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