In fact, Wang Ling feels that he is really not a stingy person... Spend money where it should be spent, and never waste a penny on things that shouldn't be spent. This is what Wang Ling has learned from his father and mother since he was a child. The concept of consumer economy established under the guidance of the Communist Party of China. A haircut was just a trivial matter, but Wang Ling was more willing to spend the money on something simple.
Recently, he heard that Little Raccoon had released a new flavor. He heard that it was isatis root and mustard flavor. Wang Ling planned to buy a pack and try it out. If I could save the money for this haircut, I could buy several more packs!
In the barber shop, after a moment of silence, the apprentice named by Wang Ling showed an expression of disbelief and turned to Wang Ling and bowed solemnly: "Thank you for your trust in me! I I will definitely work hard!”
Wang Ling nodded indifferently, and then found a place to sit down.
Everyone around him looked at Wang Ling with strange looks... because the apprentice barber was actually a very scary existence. The level of horror is no less than that of a new intern nurse in the hospital. The only difference is that one person sticks needles in your skin and the other touches your scalp.
Probably, only Wang Ling has the courage...
This should be the first time this apprentice brother has cut a customer's hair. He is holding an electric razor in his hand, and a few drops of cold sweat are flowing from the corners of his eyebrows. It's like a little sister who is about to contribute her first time to the world. Somewhat nervous: "I...I'm going to start."
It’s just a matter of trimming an inch, just push the sides and the back cleanly... It’s not difficult!
The apprentice brother comforted himself in this way, but the moment the electric razor touched Wang Ling's scalp, the brother's hands shook!
In an instant, a piece of Wang Ling's head was shaved off...
Bro:"… "
boss:"… "
Wang Ling touched his bald scalp and shook his head. Then the hair there grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon it grew from Wu Ke to a Saiyan...
The boss and his friends were all shocked: "..." Damn it! ? Is there such an operation
In about an hour, Wang Ling walked out of the barber shop smoothly.
The boss grabbed Wang Ling and said, "Don't leave, real person!"
Then, Wang Ling saw the boss take out two hundred dollars from his trouser pocket and stuff it into Wang Ling's hand.
Wang Ling: "???"
The boss pointed behind him, where there was a lot of hair on the ground, and looked at Wang Ling with a grateful face: "Thank you for the hair provided by the immortal for my shop... The quality of the immortal's hair is really good, and it can be made into a high-end wig. ! This two hundred yuan is the price of hair. I hope you can come here often when you are free!"
Wang Ling: "..."
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Wang Ling got his hair cut and went home with his pockets full of dry noodles sold at half price in supermarkets. This time he shaved his head and picked up two hundred yuan for free, which replenished Wang Ling's dry noodles inventory to a certain extent.
When he got home, Wang Ling found that many people had come to the house today.
Throwing Lei Zhenjun and Song Qingshu were waiting in the living room. The old man politely served them both bowls of mung bean soup. In the summer, the elderly have the habit of making mung bean soup to relieve heat. Mr. Wang's mung bean soup was still a star dish in the restaurant when he was young. The supply is limited every day, so it’s hard to find a bowl…
But it's a pity that these two idiots don't know how to cherish or be grateful. I stared at this bowl of mung bean soup and began to wonder what the mung beans in it meant. In just a short while, I even counted how many mung beans there were in the bowl.
Song Qingshu actually didn't have this problem at first, but after being with Zhenjun Throwing Thunder for a few days, he was led astray...
"Brother Ling!" Seeing Wang Ling appear, Dului clasped his fists politely. Song Qingshu beside him also stood up and saluted, mouthing the words "Ling Zhenren".
Lord Throwing Thunder looked at Wang Ling, who had shaved his head. He seemed to have heard from the old man before that Wang Ling was going to participate in military training: "Did you get a haircut?"
Wang Ling said "hmm".
Lord Throwing Thunder: "Tsk, brother Ling! I think it's better to have long hair to look more elegant!"
Wang Ling: "..."
The old man doesn't care about Wang Ling's affairs, he still has to follow the drama! Seeing Wang Ling coming, he quickly waved his hands and said to the two of them: "What's in it... There's still some mung bean soup in the pot. If it's not enough, go ahead and put it in. You guys can talk first."
"Okay, thank you, senior!" Lord Throwing Thunder nodded sternly.
At the same time, he was thinking in his mind: Later, he must bring out the mung bean soup and take it home, and carefully study the mystery in this soup! Maybe if you drink this soup, you will be able to enter the realm of spiritual practice!
Wang Ling: "..."
Returning to the topic, Lord Throwing Thunder sat on the sofa, looked at Wang Ling and said, "Brother Ling, I came to you this time because I have good news to tell you! This time, thanks to Xiao Song, the Stone Ghost Noodles maker has already Missing!"
Song Qingshu echoed: "I just provided a few clues. Thanks to Senior Lord Throwing Thunder and Senior Black, they located the location based on the clues."
Hearing this, Wang Ling nodded. In the end, Song Qingshu fulfilled his promise and did not break his promise. And being able to find the maker of the Stone Ghost Noodles means that soon, the Stone Ghost Noodles matter will come to an end. As for the Immortal Castle that attempts to use the stone ghost face to rise secretly, its conspiracy will be completely shattered.
Of course, this is an ideal situation.
In fact, Wang Ling was also curious about the identity of the mask maker.
"According to the location given to me by Xiao Hei, the maker is actually not that far away from here." Lord Throwing Thunder opened the location text message sent by Xiao Hei. The displacement distance between the two points was clearly marked on it, a total of 800 kilometer.
An ordinary monk can reach this point in twenty minutes with a flying sword.
Wang Ling held his chin up and looked at the coordinates sent by Xiao Hei, and slowly frowned. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that this place was a bit familiar...
"Brother Ling, please rest assured that this place was found by Xiao Hei after repeated calculations and verification combined with my powerful tracking. There is absolutely no mistake!" Lord Thunder-Throwing Lord said confidently.
However, Wang Ling always had a bad feeling, and his eyelids started to twitch again.
A one-star disaster warning, and I don’t know what will happen next...
Wang Ling asked True Lord Throwing Thunder and Song Qingshu to put their hands on his shoulders, and then with a "snap" sound, the three of them teleported in the direction of the coordinates at the same time...
Immediately afterwards, a shaky-looking old-school restaurant appeared in front of us.
Looking at the huge words "Late Night Canteen" on the plaque hanging at the door of the restaurant, Wang Ling fell into deep thought... Damn it! Why is this place!
Could this shop owner be a weapon refiner before? From weapon refining to cook... Wang Ling thought this was even more exaggerated than the crossover singer!
Seeing the twitching expression on Wang Ling's long-lost paralyzed face, Lord Throwing Lei couldn't help but be curious: "Brother Ling, it seems that you have been here before?"
Before a few people even entered the door, melodious singing started to come in the store: That is the person I miss and love deeply day and night...
Wang Ling couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Life is indeed a circle!
(End of chapter)