Chapter 12

Han Mo agreed happily. Happy Valley gave money happily. Fifty thousand yuan soon arrived, but he was a little helpless when he looked at the money. In the past, money was just a number for him. Work was not for money, but a sense of achievement, reputation and status. Now when he looked at the money, he couldn't help sighing in his heart that money was a bastard, but it was really good-looking.

He paid the rent for a year and set aside the living expenses of the little guy's kindergarten. There was little left of 50000 yuan. If you want a decent life, you must seize the time to find a job.

The original major education is no education, work experience, no work experience, a lot of time is not used in the right place, and it's useless to think about something.

But now is really not the time to criticize the original owner. Han Mo walked on the most prosperous central street in Beidu and made several job calls. As soon as others heard about his education and work experience, they directly refused him, and didn't even give him an interview.

I thought that although 50000 yuan was not much, there would always be some surplus after paying the rent and leaving the tuition. Unexpectedly, the north of the world was the same as his life. The rent was frightening. Han Mo touched the little money left on his body and looked at the crowd in a hurry on the street. He didn't feel that he also accelerated his pace.

On both sides of central street, there are all the best hotels, bars, shopping malls and shops in Beidu. As long as they can operate here, no matter what business they do, they must be the best in Beidu. Of course, the price is also very top.

Han Mo is a little aimless. He doesn't have much money. It's no problem to support him for a month. It's not necessary to find a job today, but he can't do it at home for a minute.

Although he was a top stylist in Z country in his previous life, all his achievements were the same and could not be achieved overnight. He still remembered his first days in the store. At that time, he was very happy despite his hard work. He contacted different people every day. As long as he studied technology, there was no intrigue.

Han Mo thought about his mind. Unconsciously, he had walked to the front of a store and looked up at the sign, "Nantian style".

A two-story small building looks simple and generous in decoration. There is no need to think about this place and decoration. It is expensive. In previous lives, you can see your photos as long as you go to this high-end facade. It is treated as an industry leader. Unfortunately, here, you don't even have the confidence to spend your money in your pocket.

Han Mo shook his head with a wry smile and was ready to leave. There was a fierce quarrel in the store. It was not a quarrel, but a person who was losing his temper, and others were explaining what kindly.

The glass door is not very soundproof, and Han Mo used to be in this industry. After listening to one or two words, he understood why the man lost his temper. When he heard a keyword, he was ready to turn around and leave, and took back his steps and hesitated.

"If you don't give me an explanation today, old... I won't go yet." Meng Si stroked the back of his head in the air. The original position of the braid was empty at the moment, and his anger was even stronger. "He just said to change the shape for me. Who asked you to cut all your hair, who and who gave you the right." Meng Si said with his hands on his hips.

Facing Meng Si's accusation, the unlucky stylist just stood helplessly and let the powerful roles in front of him vent.

Meng Si's anger was not dispelled because the other party was silent. On the contrary, he held his orchid finger angrily and pointed to his hair, "1880, do you think it's worth the price? I don't care which celebrity you cut your hair for, I'll ask you, is it worth it? "

At this time, the hairdresser was wrong in everything he said. He simply didn't say it. Meng Si said that the store manager was very embarrassed. Their store is the most upscale store in the whole North. Generally, celebrities and celebrities can come to them for consumption. In short, they are all public figures. Everyone can smile and return satisfied. It is this evil man who can toss a little moth every time, Hairdressers are afraid of him.

Meng Si saw that no one spoke, and his thin and small voice raised an octave again. "If you don't give me a satisfactory result today, no one will want to get off work."

Meng Si sat down on the sofa and put on a fighting posture.

The hairdresser didn't say a word. She was busy looking for opportunities. What the manager could do. She was also very desperate. She whispered to the hairdressers around. All she got was shaking her head, "I won't go."

Meng Si was furious, "no one, right? Your Nantian style boasts of being the leader of the industry. Now no one is there, right?"

There was a repressive silence in the store... Even the sound of breathing became obvious.

"Yes!" Han Mo has pushed the door in.

He was tall and stood conspicuous at the door. Everyone's eyes looked in the direction of the voice. Originally, the manager heard that someone was willing to accept the dish, but he thought he was the hairdresser in the store, but he was a stranger. He didn't look like someone who was able to serve the master in sand hair.

"Who are you?" Before the manager had time to speak, Meng Si took the lead in speaking, narrowed his charming eyes and exuded a feminine atmosphere from top to bottom.

Han Mo didn't look at Meng Si carefully outside the door just now. He just saw a figure and thought it was a woman. When he walked in, he found that this guy was a man. He just raised his hands and feet... But Han Mo didn't wonder about it. He just glanced at it and didn't change his expression.

"It doesn't matter who I am. The important thing is that I can satisfy you." Han Mo was confident and calm. Everyone present took a breath of air-conditioning. Several hairdressers behind him secretly smiled, hum, a man who didn't know how to live or die came.

Meng Si picked up the corner of his mouth and showed an evil smile. He was a little surprised at the certainty spread by the young man with high appearance in front of him. At the same time, he also knew that behind this confidence was not to learn * * to do good things, "what are your conditions?"

"You have to give me the same price." Han Mo can already hear the whispers of people around him, and even some people laugh at him without scruples.

Meng Si got up from the sofa chair, pinched his orchid finger and said coldly, "young man, why do you rely on it?"

"I'm worth it."

"Ha ha ha." After a burst of laughter, Meng Si put away his expression, "yes, I'll give it to you, on the premise that you're really worth it."

Han Mo didn't speak any more and went straight to the hairdresser who had just been scolded by Meng Si, "can you lend me your tools?"

The hairdresser was stunned for a while, and then he was a little happy. No matter whether the guy who didn't know how to live or die could be satisfied with Meng Sijian, he didn't have to listen to the reprimand anymore. He quickly replied, "yes."

Meng Si sat in front of the central stage on the first floor. That position was the chief hairdresser who cut his hair. It was also the most expensive hairdresser in Beidu.

The assistant in the store had the foresight to dress Meng Si again and stepped aside. The hairdressers exchanged their eyes with each other. They didn't believe that Han Mo could satisfy Meng Si. If they couldn't handle Meng Si's hair, no one in the whole North would be able to do it. They dared to report and courageously cut Meng Si's hair.

Han Mo stood behind Meng Si, looked at Meng Si in the mirror and said calmly, "your cheekbones are very high, your face shape is thin and long, and the sideburns on both sides can't be too short. You should just stay at the cheekbones. Your forehead is narrow and your temples collapse. You need to modify your face shape with bangs. There are also short people who try to make their heads fluffy and increase their height slightly. "

Han moyue said that Meng Si's face was more ugly and was about to explode. The employees in the shop around the mirror stage couldn't help staring. This was the first time that someone dared to say to his face that Meng Si had high cheekbones, collapsed temples and short stature, although these were facts.

Meng Si's hand under the cloth has saved his fist. If he is not satisfied with the scissors, he will tear off the cloth and throw it on Han Mo's face.

Han Mo is very calm. In his previous life, he has seen more strange heads than Meng Si. He doesn't know how many stars are more difficult to handle than Meng Si. The scissors move flexibly in his hand. With the short and broken black hair falling to the ground, Meng Si clenches his fist ready to explode and gradually relaxes.

The disdainful smile on the hair stylist's face disappeared, and his expression became serious. He kept his eyes on the movements of Han Mo's hands, like a textbook.

Han Mo put down the scissors, picked up the hair dryer and took the last step. The hair dryer was not for modeling. His hair never needed special modeling in the later stage, but just to blow off the broken hair. The wind stopped. Han Mo hooked his mouth like a smile and stared at the works in the mirror.

"That's great. Why haven't I seen you in the north before?" The hairdresser behind Han Mo couldn't help but exclaim.

They couldn't wait. They hurried around to study the hairstyle they couldn't cut. He perfectly covered up the defects of Meng Si's face with his hairstyle. At the moment, they forgot that the person sitting here was Meng Si, completely immersed in the praise of Han mo.

"Have you ever learned this technique in the United States before?"

"I haven't seen it before. This style is completely self-contained."

"There will never be such a foundation without ten years."

"But looking at his appearance, he is 28 years old."

"Beauty, his beauty and skills are combined very well."

After several hair stylists whispered, they couldn't help looking at Han Mo who was already standing by.

Han Mo heard what they said. Both the previous contempt and the present surprise worship are meaningless to Han mo.

Meng Si rubbed and stood up from the big work chair. He pulled off the cloth and threw it aside. The hairdressers chattered on his head like studying headmodels, which made him a little crazy.

Meng Si's reaction made the already relaxed hairdresser nervous again, and the manager took a breath of air conditioning. Didn't he be satisfied with such a high level? The manager's brain is running fast, thinking about the next words.

But this time Meng Si didn't go to her, but went directly to Han mo. all the people in the store moved with Meng Si's movement, held their breath and didn't dare to speak. Are they angry again.

Han Mo looked coldly at Meng Si, who was a head shorter than him and came towards him angrily. There was no wave in his eyes.