Chapter 162： Life is a circle (1/2)

In fact, Wang Ling feels that he is really not a digger ... Spending money should be used where it should be spent, and no money should be wasted where it should not be. This is Wang Ling ’s father and mother Under the guidance of the establishment of the concept of consumer economy. Haircuts are just a trivial matter. By contrast, Wang Ling is more willing to spend the money on a simple face.

Recently, he heard that the baby raccoon has a new flavor. It is said that it is a wasabi root mustard taste. Wang Ling plans to buy a pack to try it. If you can save the money for this haircut, you can buy more bags!

In the barbershop, after a silence, the apprentice brother named by Wang Ling showed an incredible expression and bowed solemnly to Wang Ling: ”Thank you for your trust in me! I Will definitely work hard! ”

Wang Ling nodded indifferently, then took a seat and sat down.

Everyone around him looked at Wang Ling with all kinds of strange eyes ... because the apprentice hairdresser was actually very thrilling. Its horror level is no less than that of a new intern nurse in the hospital. The only difference is that one person puts a needle on your skin and one person breaks the ground on your scalp.

Probably, only Wang Ling can have this courage ...

This should be the first time this apprentice brother has treated his guests hair. The brother is holding an electric razor, and a few drops of cold sweat are flowing from the corner of his eyebrow. A little nervous: ”I ... I'm going to start.”

It's just an inch, as long as the sides and back are pushed cleanly ... it's not difficult!

The apprentice brother comforted himself, but when the electric razor was attached to Wang Ling's scalp, the brother's hand shook!

In a split second, he shaved the back of Wang Ling's head ...

Bro:”……”

boss:”……”

Wang Ling touched his bald scalp and shook his head. Then the hair there grew at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and soon grew from Wu Ke to Saiyan ...

The boss and his friends were shocked: ”...” ? Still this kind of operation?

For about an hour, Wang Ling walked out of the barbershop smoothly.

The boss grabbed Wang Ling: ”Live, don't leave!”

Then, Wang Ling saw the boss pull out two hundred dollars from his pants pocket and put it in Wang Ling's hands.

Wang Ling: ”????”

The boss pointed behind him, and there was a lot of hair on the ground, and he looked gratefully at Wang Ling: ”Thank you for the hair that the real man provided for my shop ... Fairy hair is really good, it can be made into a high-level wig. Set! These two hundred dollars are the price of hair, I hope real people will come often when they have time! ”

Wang Ling: ”...”

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Wang Lingli went home with his pockets full of crispy noodles sold for half the price in the supermarket. This time he shaved his head and picked up 200 yuan to make Wang Ling's crispy noodle inventory to a certain extent.

When he got home, Wang Ling found that many people came home today.

Diorui Zhenjun and Song Qingshu waited in the living room. The old man was very polite and filled the bowl with mung bean soup. In the big summer, the elderly have a habit of boiling mung bean soup. Father Wang's mung bean soup was a star food in the restaurant when he was young. Limited supply every day, a bowl is hard to find ...