Chapter 30 Section 3

After more than a month. At dusk near dinner time, there was only one middle school student who had just finished school cutting his hair in the barbershop. A pair of scissors cut off the hair of the boy who had no special requirements alone, and the other two female barbers were either flipping through some spoiled exclusive reports and Jade magazine, or watching TV. While looking at the TV with her head, Xiaofen tidied up the accumulated hair strands under the shampoo sink, so as not to block them all. In the past two years, the number of chain convenience stores has increased, almost driving out more than half of traditional grocery stores from the streets. There are five or six more popular magazines in convenience stores, which are dedicated to introducing the most fashionable hairstyles and styles of Japanese young people. Correspondingly, chain hair design shops have also become popular, and hair salons such as Kobayashi, Random Cut, Japanese William and Mando have sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

The semi-family barbershop where Xiaofen stays was introduced by her aunt. The five barbers on shift are all at least in their thirties, and three of them are already mothers. Although all of them have good skills, they are too lazy Learn to cut the latest popular hairstyles for young people. Compared with those chain hair salons with bright and clean windows, the decoration of this semi-family barber shop also looks very old-fashioned. If this store is not completely transformed, it will be submerged sooner or later. Everyone knows that the original proprietress said that she plans to redecorate after the Chinese New Year, but it is probably just talking casually. Where did the money come from?

Xiaofen secretly prayed that if the shop really closes down, at least she will last until she learns how to cut hair, otherwise, she will immediately switch to another shop to apply for a job, and she can only start as a shampoo girl. Xiaofen sorted out the potions, her eyes couldn't help looking at the row of drawers. When will you have your own drawer with designer scissors? The door was pushed open, and wind chimes rang. The three barbers on duty turned their heads naturally, and their eyes were instantly occupied by two groups of darkness. Two burly men in black walked into the store almost at the same time, like two stone statues of door gods.

The mighty men in black leaned to the sides, lowered their heads slightly, and respectfully made way for an open path. A middle-aged man of moderate build and also wearing a black suit slowly walked into the store. This self-evident aura belongs exclusively to underworld elements who live in the shadow of swords and swords. "..." The middle-aged man looked around, as if looking for something. "..." The barber in the shop was dumbfounded, and the only scissors that were in progress also stopped. "..." Xiaofen held the dye and opened her mouth wider than anyone else.

The middle-aged man met Xiaofen's eyes, coughed lightly, and slowly walked towards Xiaofen. "That... that... are you looking for the wrong person?" The proprietress hurriedly stood up and said falteringly, "You are that... um? Are you..." She didn't know what she was talking about. Turning a blind eye and hearing nothing, the middle-aged man sat on the chair—the chair in the same position as a month ago, raised his legs, and said calmly to the dumbfounded Xiaofen in the mirror: "Cut your hair. " Come here, don't cut your hair, is there anything else to do?

After thinking about it, Xiaofen pulled herself together, picked up a can of shampoo and walked behind the middle-aged man. "Then let me wash your hair first." Xiaofen covered the middle-aged man with a blanket, and directly wiped a large amount from the shampoo on the oily hair of the middle-aged man who looked like the gambling god Chow Yun-fat. She scratched and scratched again, and the hair that had been combed deliberately The god's head suddenly became out of shape. For Xiaofen, she washes her hair as soon as she washes her hair. There is really no second way to wash her hair. At most, some customers like her to use her nails, and some customers like her to use her fingertips. She follows the usual rhythm Start pushing the foam.It's just that the atmosphere in the whole barber shop is really strange, the two door gods didn't move at all, guarding behind the middle-aged man, only one step away from Xiaofen who was washing her hair.

"Hello." Xiaofen grabbed the foam: "Are you a 'hooligan'?" "?" The middle-aged man seemed to be taken aback. "A hooligan? Are you and your two friends hooligans?" "We are... the underworld." "Isn't the gangster just a hooligan?" Xiaofen frowned. "That's right. We are hooligans." The middle-aged man said with a half-smile, "I haven't heard people call us hooligans for a long time, so I'm not used to it." "Some people call me a hair assistant, and they say it's more respectful, but a hair assistant is a hair-washing girl, so just call me a hair-washing girl. The hair assistant sounds too advanced and weird." Xiaofen said disapprovingly: "So you rogues are rogues."

"Yes." The middle-aged man replied bluntly. "Then the two big hooligans next to me are your little brothers?" "yes." "If they don't cut their hair, go out, otherwise I will have a hard time doing things." The faces of the two burly hooligans beside Xiaofen changed, their facial features were distorted, but they didn't dare to attack. If you listen carefully, you can hear five hearts beating faster in this room at the same time. "Go out, go to the door... No." With his legs crossed, the middle-aged man said slowly, "Go to the alley for a walk, and come pick me up in an hour."

"But big brother!" The two followers said in unison. The middle-aged man didn't give any more orders, but just looked at the two people in the mirror with indifferent eyes, and the two servants immediately bowed their heads and left the shop obediently, not even daring to turn their heads. The conversation between Xiaofen and the underworld man just now did not deliberately lower the volume, everyone could hear it clearly, and the atmosphere in the store became even more strange.After finishing the cut and not washing his hair, the middle school student who was talking and laughing just now paid the money in a hurry and left.There was only the gangster brother left in the whole shop.

Every hairdresser pretended to be busy watching TV and magazines, all of them felt uneasy. Everyone wanted to find a reason to quit work and go home early, so as not to be called by the gangster to help them cut. Aunt Zhang, who has a bad heart, was the first to attack: "Ah! I forgot that my husband will work overtime tonight, and I have to pick up the kids to make up math. I'm really bad. How can I be a mother like this?" Just tidy up and left. Only the proprietress and the two barbers on duty are left, if you don't leave, then... Sister Wang with twitching eyelids followed closely: "I have guests coming, oops, why did I not remember this until now? No, no, no... I haven't even bought food yet!" Putting the scissors in the drawer and Lock, take the purse and jog out.

Two of them left at once, leaving only the proprietress and sister Juan. The proprietress glared at Sister Juan, whose butt was five centimeters away from the chair. Sister Juan had no choice but to stick her butt back to the chair. It's not that the head of the underworld has never been cut, why is this head with a younger brother standing guard today, and it is particularly evil? Xiaofen's hair washing technique is impeccable, careful and gentle. The comfort made the gangster's eyes narrow into a line. "Is there anything else that needs to be strengthened?" "..." "Then I'm going to flush." "it is good." After washing her hair, Xiaofen simply blow-dried her hair until it was half dry and half wet, and Sister Juan automatically took her place. The mafia man who had just opened his eyes shrugged and looked at Sister Juan holding scissors in the mirror. Sister Juan forced a smile: "What kind of hairstyle do you want?" The underworld man turned his head to look at Xiaofen, who was laughing in front of the TV. "I want her to cut it." "Xiaofen? She hasn't graduated yet, so it's up to me..." "I want her to cut it." In the second sentence of the underworld man's flat tone and repeated words, there is a kind of naturally formed majesty. Sister Juan had no choice but to walk quickly to Xiaofen who was fascinated by watching TV. "Me?" Xiaofen couldn't believe it. "Go quickly." Sister Juan rolled her eyes. "Me?" Xiaofen was dumbfounded, pointing to her nose: "I'm a teacher?" "From now on, you are a teacher." Gritting her teeth, Sister Juan turned the scissors upside down and handed them to Xiaofen's palm: "Use my scissors for the time being, it shouldn't hurt you too much. Quick, quick!" Just like that, Xiaofen, who was completely unprepared, stood blankly behind the mafia man, holding the scissors with a cold edge, looking at the unexpected guest, and also at the strange self in the mirror. Thanks to this underworld man, the dream has somehow come true.but…… "Let's just say, I've only cut the hair of plastic human heads." "Ok." "A total of sixty-six." "So you dare not cut my head?" the underworld man said contemptuously. "Dare, dare, but I'm afraid you won't dare to cut it for me." Xiaofen showed a bright smile that she had never seen before, and said, "Let's talk about it first, the first hair I cut will definitely not Good to see where to go." Just like that, without giving the underworld man a chance to repent, Xiaofen snapped the knife. The first bundle of broken hair, which is quite commemorative, fell to the ground. "Hey, hey, you forgot to ask me which kind of haircut I want." The underworld man half-joked. "It's my first time cutting, don't give me a question, please." Xiaofen bit her lower lip and said confidently: "I just want to cut what I know, um, I will help you cut the results of my practice in the past few nights Bar." "Then..." The underworld man tried his best to resist the urge to laugh. Click, click. Xiaofen sealed the mouth of the underworld man with two decisive knives. Then there is the happy click click click click. For the sake of caution, each cut is shallow, which can be called meticulously crafted. After each cut, Xiaofen stands a step away, appreciates the "irreversible consequences" of this cut from another angle, and then conceives how to continue with the next cut. One knife show. The underworld man simply closed his eyes, not knowing whether it was a fake sleep or real sleep. Wow!Xiaofen's eyes were opened. It turns out that the professional scissors used by Sister Juan are so good. The hand feel is different. The tactility of cutting real hair is also much different from that of cutting wigs.As expected... as expected... She was amazed, and the knife in her hand couldn't help speeding up. The more Xiaofen cut, the more excited she became, but sister Juan, who was watching from a distance, became more and more serious. From the changes in the hair on the top of the mafia man, it can be inferred that there will be a murder in this shop ten minutes later. "What should I do?" Sister Juan asked the proprietress in a breathy voice. "Help her fix it later." The proprietress was so weak that she couldn't hold onto the table legs. "No. I can't be rescued." Sister Juan said firmly. So, does it mean to run away? After spraying some water, angled the ends of her hair, and trimmed her sideburns, Xiaofen finally blew off the remaining hair from the scissors, and proudly used a brush to remove the crumbs from the underworld man's face. Taking a deep breath, Xiaofen picked up the big mirror and put it next to the back of his head, shouting: "You're done!" The underworld man opened his eyes. The self in the mirror is completely different from the self who just stepped here. An hour ago, he was still the mafia boss with astonishing momentum, and without speaking, a look could make the other party have a heart attack.The corners of the mouth raised slightly, as if the city government was deeply spying on the other party.If you open your mouth, it will be a street war that moves ten halls. Now…… After the intensive torture of a hundred knives, the self in the mirror is very much like a life in the middle of picking up girls in Ximending. "How?" Xiaofen smiled and said, "Let's be thirty years younger in one breath!" The proprietress and Sister Juan suddenly lost their legs.Miserable, miserably, now even the strength to climb out of this shop is gone. The underworld man stared at the stranger in the mirror who seemed to have known him before. "This is how I want to feel." He nodded firmly, showing a satisfied smile. This smile really frightened the proprietress to faint, but fortunately sister Juan helped her up in time. "Great, then I'll help you rush." Xiaofen, who was praised, was overjoyed and started to help the underworld man flush the water. Warm water poured into her hands, and then ran down the man's hair, washing countless dandruff into the bottom of the groove. Simply apply a little shampoo, and then wash the hair for the second time, and the hair will be cleaner. "Isn't it better for people in your line of work to be as fierce as possible?" Xiaofen was in a good mood and began to hala. "Most of the time, it's better to be kind and make money." The underworld man actually answered casually. "That's right, that's not how movies are played. They all play you hooligans fighting and killing." "Don't talk about killing people, even fighting is very troublesome. Those who make things big will come in to take care of them. At that time, they will either draw lots to get someone to hand them over, or raise a sum of money to ask the management district to suppress the matter." "Wow, I know this, the little brother is helping the big brother take the blame, right!" "...Yes." The mafia man had a strange expression on his face. "It's really bad for you to be big brothers. One person does things and one person is in charge. Why do you want my younger brother to help you go to jail? To be a big brother is to memorize everything to be called a big brother!" Xiaofen said sarcastically. Pound the honeycomb. "...That's not what I said." The underworld man's expression looked like he had been stabbed in the stomach again. "It's great to be a big brother, why would anyone want to be a little brother?" "Oh." The underworld man sighed: "Every big brother starts from a little brother..." "Yes?" "Every younger brother has helped his elder brother take the blame. It's really hard for those who haven't been blamed to be in the top position." "Superior?" "Just be the big brother." In this way, Xiaofen chatted with the underworld man through a pile of sticky foam. I don't know if it's missing a muscle, or I don't think this man is scary at all. The two of them, who are 25 years apart, chatted quite enthusiastically, as if they were a quick question and answer from a young reporter interviewing a gangster star. "By the way, you ended up going to the hospital by yourself that night?" "No, I guess those bastards also sent people to stop me in the emergency room of a nearby hospital. I just called the doctor I knew and went to his house to get it done." "So cool!" "So-so." The underworld man said lightly, "If it wasn't for the stabbing that was a bit deep, I'd go home and wipe off the disinfectant and sleep with a woman! I'll wake up the next day..." As soon as he said the underworld man, he found out that he had made a slip of the tongue. Fortunately, Xiaofen didn't seem to care, or missed it at all. "When you were cut that day, was it cut by your little brother, or by another gang?" "It's another gang, but it's considered acquainted. Just because of the acquaintance, the hacking is particularly ruthless." "Do you have revenge?" "Revenge? Waiting for my revenge would be too bad for a man. The next day they handed over ten little fingers and asked the younger brother who cut me to send them here. He knelt on the ground and said it was a misunderstanding." "It's scary! I've seen this in a movie!" Xiaofen wondered, "Then what do you do?" "It's all done like this, don't treat it as a misunderstanding, don't you lose face? Haha!" "Wow, so are you on the side of justice?" "This...how should I put it..." After a pause, the underworld man was rather embarrassed: "Let me think about it." "Or all hooligans are bad people, but some are more bad and some are less bad?" "You can say that. Everyone has done a little bit of bad things." Most of the time Xiaofen is asking some strange questions that are not very polite, like a machine gun.It's not strange to say that those questions are weird, it's just too direct, so direct that people can't help but sweat for her, and the expression of the mafia man's answer is a bit annoyed and funny, not really annoyed. It was originally a simple hair wash for the second time, but it took another 20 minutes. From that weird evening, Xiaofen started her career. The next day she bought the first pair of scissors for hairdressers in her life, entry-level and the cheapest. Very very happy.