Although it is thick, there are still very few hairs. After all, the place does not see sunlight all day long, and photosynthesis and aerobic respiration cannot be carried out well. The nutrients cannot keep up, so the hair grows less. Wang Busui's magical operation, the hair Burnt with fever, Li Jinzhong suddenly became half bald.
Wang Busheng's face was full of embarrassment, as if he was carrying two kilograms of pork to see his father-in-law for the first time, and it turned out that his father-in-law became a believer. He was so embarrassed.
"I'm really sorry that this is my first time styling someone. I have no experience and my hands are a bit raw. Please forgive me, but it still looks good with hair on one side. It's very popular in Jurchen in Jianzhou. Mr. Li, you are already at the forefront of fashion." Wang Bushi forced himself to explain.
But the results were of little effect. It was like adding salt to Li Jinzhong's wounds and adding fuel to the fire. Tears fell down Li Jinzhong's face. He, a noble playboy from Songjiang Prefecture, was so humiliated. This was more than just a slap in the face. The problem has risen to the problem of how to meet people,
"If the king is not dead, please give me a good time and don't humiliate me like this." This is what Mr. Li wants to say most at the moment,
Li Jinzhong whimpered with a rag stuffed in his mouth.
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, everything is a misunderstanding. It is inevitable the first time, but it won't happen next time," Wang Bushi explained feebly.
Reheat the soldering iron and prepare it for next time.
Everything is a familiar process, and failure again and again is preparation for success. Failure is success. His mother's words make sense.
The second time he started, Wang Busui seemed much more serious. The temperature of the soldering iron was very high, so the temperature had to be controlled. The speed of clamping the hair must be fast, and the straightening process must be even and fast to ensure that the hair is not burned. Previously, the hair was drawn at a constant speed to ensure that the hair could be straightened without bending again.
Any technology is a kind of knowledge. With rich theoretical basis, it is often confusing in practice, and the hands and feet cannot keep up with the head.
The hair on one side of Li Jinzhong was already burnt to the point of being burnt, so he just used that side to practice with. The basket of eggs was almost broken, and Wang Budie didn't mind breaking them all. The worst he could do was drink egg soup.
"Ouch, don't worry, I used too much force and burned a few more ones."
"Oh, Mom, I'm so sorry, I pulled out a few of them too fast."
At first, Li Jinzhong still reacted, resentful because of the pain, angry because of the humiliation, but later he had no reaction at all. His wife caught him sleeping with his sister-in-law. You still want to live, but you just want to die with dignity. People who are determined to die have no nostalgia in life.
After all, he is a dandy, and his reserve of tears is small. At this moment, Li Jinzhong's tears have dried up, and his eyes are staring at the roof blankly. Even if the strong light irritates his eyes, he ignores it and watches the web forming. Li Jinzhong was extremely envious of the spider who lived in the house. It was good to be a beast.
The repeated failures made Wang Busui a little anxious. The cow he had just blown was hitting his face again and again. The rhythm of the two-eight beats was very pleasant. His own dogs were all styled by themselves. This is true. Yes. It is true that he is the most handsome boy in the whole community. Every time he walks in the community, his dog is the most popular one. Countless pet dogs who are eager to end their single life surround him. They are a little impatient and don't care at all. With so many people present, the things that need to be done were done directly on the spot. Who would have thought that straightening boards with the same system as modeling would be so difficult at this moment. Wang Busui was a little discouraged. lack of confidence.
Those who work hard will eventually be favored by the gods in the sky. When Li Jinzhong had three or five hairs left, Wang Busui finally succeeded. He saw the hair hanging straight down without any traces. Bend, Wang Bushit showed a satisfied smile.
The greatest happiness in life is to die with the creditor and become the second generation. After repeated failures, you will finally see the dawn of victory.
Practice makes perfect, it’s also muscle memory. When he attacked Li Jinzhong on the other side, Wang Busheng seemed to be very familiar with it, and there was no such thing as burning or pulling out the hair with too much force. Nothing is done overnight, it needs to be repeated over and over again. Repeat, this process is very boring, but Wang Busui is not impatient at all. This is a sign of respect for art.
Wang Busui repeated the action over and over again, heating the iron, clamping the hair, and then quickly sliding it down, over and over again, until the hair was completely straight.
While making a cup of tea, Wang Busui finally completed his artistic masterpiece. Looking carefully at his work, the hairs hung down regularly, like willow branches in spring, waiting for friends to break off the willows to say goodbye. Although It's beautiful, but Wang Busui is not very satisfied. On the road to pursuing art, Wang Busui will strictly demand himself. He is serious about pursuing perfection. When he sees the few hairs remaining on the burnt side, Wang Busui takes it. He took out the dagger to cut it off, and then saw the hair hanging down above him. Wang Bushu stretched out his hand and tied it into a small braid.
Many times, the effect of haircut is the same. The only difference is the final design. This is a person's talent. This is also the ability of a superb barber that is different from others. Under Wang Busheng's design, the original mess is really Fa, it is much more pleasing to the eye now, and Wang Busheng also has a satisfied smile on his face.
Taking off his mask, gloves, and white coat, Wang Busheng took out his mobile phone again. Art needs to be preserved for a long time. This is a treasure of human culture. He clicked on Li Jinzhong's body, including the whole body, and several close-ups.
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooww~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~" It's a shameless thing, but you still have to be ashamed.
"Haha, Mr. Li, don't be nervous. We are all friends. I just keep it for myself to appreciate and won't show it to others." Wang Bushui hurriedly explained as if he saw Li Jinzhong's inner thoughts.
"Woohoo", the sow can go to the tree, and the man can't help it. For the promise of Wang's immortality, Li Jinzhong did not believe in his heart.
He took back his phone and looked at Li Jinzhong with a smile, especially his own work. Wang Bushu was very happy. It was his first time styling someone and he could achieve such an achievement. It seemed that he not only had the talent of being a cook, but also a stylist. Worth trying.
"Do I need to make a mark, just like those writers who have read a few books and leave a signature as a souvenir?" Wang Bushi thought in his mind that his work can be regarded as the pinnacle of art, with the influence of foreign barbarians. I am wild and wild, but also have the modesty and restraint of the people from the Central Plains, the maturity of adults, and the enchanting charm of young women. Wang Busheng felt that it was necessary to leave a name, maybe he could be famous throughout the ages.
Taking out the dagger, Wang Bushui began to look for a place to write.
Without knowing what was going on, he saw Wang Bushit holding a knife and wandering around below him. Li Jinzhong felt a chill in his heart. He quickly came back to his senses and rekindled the hope of life. Could it be that he was planning to use the knife on his lower body? The rabbit was not dead but the dog was already cooked. This was like burning the bridge by crossing the river. After using it, he wanted to destroy it. , Li Jinzhong began to twist his body, trying to avoid Wang Busui's blade.
After the man in white sent Mr. Qian to the hospital, he drove to the Songjiang Mansion Prison. Anyone who is kind to the eldest father is the benefactor of the entire Qian family. Any harm to the benefactor is the fault of the Qian family, so the man in white drove The speed is very fast.
However, the man in white is not very worried about Wang Bu's death. The man in white has heard about the reputation of Songjiang Mansion Prison. Wuhao Yamen is a spiritual and civilized unit of the Ming Empire. There should be no abuse of lynching and oppression of innocent people. The man in white still has great confidence in the imperial court.
The speed of the four grunts must be faster than their feet. Soon the man in white's car stopped in front of the Songjiang Mansion Prison. He got out of the car and came to the door of the Yamen. The man in white politely held up his hands and asked, "Excuse me, what were you doing here just now?" Did I arrest someone? This was a misunderstanding. I want to take him away now."
The yamen servant looked at the man in white with disdain, then looked away, muttering in his heart, "Where did you come from, you fool? It's up to you to decide whether to misunderstand or not. That's the right way to pay the money and leave. Besides, you asked about things." , you didn’t even pay for it, you are looking down on the spokesperson who holds the image of Songjiang Prefecture Prison.”
The king of hell is easy to mess with, and the kid is difficult to deal with. Seeing that the government officials did not pay attention to him, the man in white was helpless. He couldn't break in. He didn't need a good tutor.
"Little brother, I know you, Mr. Li," the man in white was making his last effort.
The yamen servant finally withdrew his gaze and looked at the man in white. With a face full of contempt, "Hey, everyone knows the reputation of Mr. Li. Who doesn't know my master? He can stop crying at night. Moreover, my master is usually approachable and gets along well with others, even those who are big enough to pick up excrement." Uncle, everyone greets me in a friendly way, it’s normal for you to know my family, it doesn’t mean anything.”
The yamen officer refused to let him in, and the man in white had no choice but to make a phone call to Li Suzuo.
Eyes are a good thing. They are not only the window to people's souls, but also the most direct organ for expressing all people's emotions. One glance is like a Jin Yong martial arts novel, a glance is like a Qiong Yao drama. A helpless world.
But many people's eyes are just two holes. Their only purpose is to prevent others from being blinded. For example, the yamen guard at the door. If the yamen servant's eyes were a little brighter, he would have noticed that the man in white came in a car. Yes, there are many people in Songjiang Prefecture who own cars, and some wealthy businessmen will also buy cars for transportation. However, if you look carefully, you can see that the car of the man in white is custom-made, and the license plate number is still 002.
Look at this person's attire, a white gown, a limited edition from Yuyifang, which is priceless but not marketable. Look at his temperament, his face is white and beardless, his eyes are bright, and his cheeks have been shaved with a knife. He can definitely charm all living beings. This way How can a person be a mortal? I really suggest that if the yamen’s eyes are useless, they can be donated to those in need.
Qian--002 has exposed the identity of this person. This person is Qian Duoduo, the eldest grandson of Qian Guogong and Qian Duoduo, the elder brother of Qian Duoduo and Qian Duoduo. Mr. Qian is not a mortal, but one of the four dukes of the Ming Empire. Qian Song, the Minister of Household Affairs who controlled the finances of the entire Ming Empire, was also the Qian Song who was ostracized by the Shun Dynasty court because of his poor appearance.
It can be said that Qian Song was ill-fated. He was full of knowledge and determined to serve the court and the people. He never thought that just because of his unsatisfactory appearance, he was sent to Liangshan, a place full of thieves and bandits. What was even more unfortunate was that he He was kidnapped and taken to the mountain by another prince, Song Qian. From then on, he became a bandit and embarked on the road of rebellion.
Because Qian Song is from Songjiang Prefecture, although his Duke's palace has always been in Jinan Prefecture, Qian Guogong spends most of the year in Songjiang Prefecture, and he is currently with Zhang Luzi. This is also one of the reasons why he can be close to Wang Bushi.
After receiving the call from Qian Dazuo, Li Xingzuo rushed over without stopping. Although Qian Guogong's temper was much stronger than that of the British Duke, he had also been a bandit, and his killing skills were not too bad.
Li got out of the car out of breath, trotted up to Qian Duoduo, hurriedly clasped his fists and bowed, "Young Master Qian has been waiting for a long time. I will admit my guilt."
Although Qian was more elegant and had the sour smell of a scholar, Li Jingzuo did not dare to look down upon him. He did not want to offend the people of the world, nor the powerful people of the day. This was the first step for an official to establish himself. Qian Guogong's status is not insignificant and he cannot be provoked.
"Haha, Mr. Qian came uninvited and disturbed Mr. Li. Please don't see Mr. Li." Qian Duoduo also responded politely.
"I wonder what Mr. Qian is doing when he comes to my prison in Songjiang Mansion?" Li asked politely, his tone sounding very humble.
I have no contact with any of the princes, so the money coming here is naturally not for relationship reasons, but for real business.
Although he is from a rich and powerful background, he does not have the domineering and domineering temperament of those playboys. He appears to be polite and courteous in every aspect.
"Master Li, it's really presumptuous of me to come here today. It's like this. Due to some misunderstanding, a friend of mine was arrested by Songjiang Mansion Prison at noon today. I heard that it was you who personally gave the order, Master Li. This friend of mine usually It's all about duty. If it's a misunderstanding, I ask Mr. Li to be accommodating and let him go. Of course, if my friend is guilty, I also ask Mr. Li to deal with it impartially. He will be punished as he should be. Our Ming Empire has laws. In such a place, I, Duke Qian, will not bully others and will do everything in accordance with the law."
What we said about having more money is spot on. In a word, we are being reasonable. All the choices are yours. Of course, there is only one result of your choice. Let your friends go politely.
Li Xingzuo was shocked after hearing the words "Money is bigger", because there has been little business comparing prices recently, and there have been few criminals in the past few days. However, he still had an impression of the person arrested today. He answered the call from his cousin and it was him who sent him. Someone went to arrest him. Could it be that he was a friend of Mr. Qian? This is considered to be poking a hornet's nest.
Speaking of my cousin, it was my first love, a feeling I couldn't let go of, my only emotional contribution. The first love was beautiful, but the ending was tragic. Like all the love affairs of young men and women, they broke up peacefully. , so far as there is no property dispute involved.
Although they are acquaintances in the same city, they have never met each other. Now that they have separated and each has his own family, he only wants to be well. A contact is a hurt. Of course, it is not surprising that both parties are disabled. One of the reasons for meeting.
But I never thought that my first love would harm me and cause me such a big trouble. How could I afford to offend Qian Guogong, the four great princes, as a small criminal director? Li Zuozuo, who has been in the officialdom for many years Know how to make trade-offs.
With a righteous expression on his face, Li Jinzhong said impassionedly, "This must be a misunderstanding. How could Mr. Qian's friend be guilty? It must be a misunderstanding. Mr. Qian, you know that as long as a client reports a crime, our Songjiang Prefecture Prison will arrest him." It is our duty to come back and investigate."
Since he is no longer in love, Li Xingzuo does not suggest giving Mr. Qian a good deal and using his first love as a shield.
"That's good. I also hope that Mr. Li will handle the matter impartially. Those who deserve punishment will be punished. Everyone is equal before the law." Qian Duo said sternly with his hands clasped behind his back.
"Yes, yes, I am the emperor's salary, and I will naturally handle matters of loyalty to the emperor impartially and impartially."
