I don’t know if I have a fate with the number three, but the house Liu Jianming rented here is also on the third floor.

After going downstairs to a noodle restaurant on the street and ate a large bowl of beef noodles, Liu Jianming ran to a barber shop next door to shave his head.

The master of the barber shop is an old man in his forties or fifties, wearing small glasses.

When Liu Jianming walked in, he was listening to the radio, slapping it, it was very unpleasant.

"Oh! Hello! Hello, young man, are you going to cut your hair?" The master turned off the radio and greeted him with a smile.

Liu Jianming looked at him and said, "I'm not cutting my hair when I go to the barber shop, so why am I here?"

"Haha! Young man, don't blame me, come and sit on the chair here." The master took a dry towel and dusted the rotating chair twice, then wiped it.

Liu Jianming sat up his butt.

The master brought a white cloth over and said with a smile, "Young men of your age rarely come to stores like ours. You all like to go to those high-end, elegant and high-end foreign stores. Look, I have learned a few foreign words. Only older people will come in stores like ours. It costs a lot of money to shave their heads and shaved their faces. You young hairstyles like to be in a trend and refuse to come, and they are not short of that amount of money..."

"Boss, are you still doing business? If you don't do it, I'll leave?" Liu Jianming's ears were so noisy that he had a calluse, and he was about to stand up and want to change his family.

"No! No! Please sit, please sit. The young man should not have such a big temper. As for people, you must be calm when you encounter problems. You will understand until you are old. Come on, lift your neck a little."

Liu Jianming patiently raised his neck a little.

The master put the white cloth around Liu Jianming, clamped the collar with a clip, and then asked, "Young man, what kind of hairstyle do you want to shave? Middle part? Three-seven? Or two-eight? Big back head is OK."

“…”

Liu Jianming thought for a while and said, "Whatever you want, just make it simple, just shave it short."

"Shave your head flat or cut your hair?"

"Just shaved your head flat," said Liu Jianming.

Shaving a little shorter is very different from your previous hairstyle, and it is not easy to recognize if you don’t pay attention. Second, you are nervous about your actions and don’t have time to come out to get a haircut.

"Okay."

The master took an electric push and immediately started to work hard on Liu Jianming's head. Threads of hair fell down with the buzzing sound, rolling down the white cloth.

Liu Jianming asked: "Master, do you need help here?"

"Help?" The master paused for a moment, then suddenly realized, and he said, "Oh, young man, you want to find a job. Old man, you are not too busy, I am busy alone, so there is no need for the time being."

"Oh." Liu Jianming stopped talking. He was about to shave his head and go out to the streets. He could still be suffocated to death by urine while he was alive.

The buzzing sounded again.

The master shaved for a while, then stopped again and said, "Look at my head, did you see the restaurant across the street? Yes, it's the Eight Immortals Hotel, his family is hiring temporary workers for sex. I think it's quite suitable for you. The work in the hotel is not too tiring, and it's also a bit cumbersome. If you don't have too high requirements, you should be able to do it."

"Eight Immortals Hotel? Well, thank you boss, then I'll try it out," said Liu Jianming.

The restaurant has food, drinks, and money, but it is not eye-catching. It is indeed a good place. Liu Jianming really wants to give the master a thumbs up, and the idea he provided is good.

Buzzing...

The master is still shaving his head.

"Master, can you tell me more about the situation of the Eight Immortals Hotel? I want to know more." Knowing more about the situation will help you succeed in applying for the job.

"Well..." the old master laughed philosophically.

"I'll add money." Liu Jianming immediately said that after living in Hong Kong Island for so long, he had already understood the habits of the common people. This habit is obviously not divided into regions.

At least that's what Liu Jianming thinks.

The promise was promised by the master while continuing to shave his head, "The original owner of the Eight Immortals Hotel was Zheng Lin, a real local, and the store is his own. He can have five or six people in total, with his family and his family. Wang Zhiheng is his shop's friend and has been here for more than two years. I heard that he came from the mainland. Later, I don't know what happened, but the hotel changed its owner overnight, which is the current owner of the guy, Wang Zhiheng."

"What's the situation when you change your master overnight?" Liu Jianming asked.

It’s not that he likes gossip, but that he feels really curious or suspicious. Maybe it might be because of his own police professional habits.

"I don't know much," said the master, "The man surnamed Wang told people that all Zheng Lin's family had immigrated overseas. The hotel was transferred to him by Zheng Lin's family for 200,000 yuan. However, the kid's skills are indeed good. The guy has not been in vain for a few years. The hotel is booming in his hands and is famous in all villages, especially the char siu buns in his store are awesome and can't buy it if you go late."

"That's right."

It is a good thing to have a prosperous business. It seems that working in the Eight Immortals Hotel is very prosperous, and at least it should not be owed wages.

"But Wang Zhiheng's weak boy is easier to bet, and I heard from others that he likes to pay a thousand yuan for gambling, but he still refuses to admit it. But every time he is lucky, he doesn't catch him."

Liu Jianming smiled and said nothing.

I guess this old man suffered a loss at the hands of the Wang surnamed.

"There are also the Eight Immortals Hotel who once hired a choreographer named A Guang. He is as tall as a stinky salted fish. He is lazy and likes to gamble." The master said, "I knew he hadn't worked for a long time. Yesterday I went to buy char siu buns and didn't see A Guang's figure. Wang Zhiheng said he was fired and sent him out for money. If you want to go to his place, you have to be more diligent and learn from A Yue from the Revenue Station. Don't learn that dead A Guang."

"Thank you, boss, I will." Liu Jianming said.

It's just a little bit of work. My melee combat ability is as high as 8.2. In addition to bringing K people, it's really a piece of cake to actually do some small work in a restaurant. I guess I'm very rich when I take it to the construction site to move bricks.

"Oh, by the way," said the master as if he suddenly remembered something: "The char siu buns sold in the restaurant were very delicious yesterday. I went there late and only bought one box. I also wanted to buy two more boxes for my wife to try. If you go to work, you will have a good time in the future."

Liu Jianming nodded.

What kind of char siu bun is not his hobby, but it’s so delicious that it’s OK to try it when the old man says it’s so delicious.
Chapter completed!