The richest man in Xihong City, I am Wang Duoyu

Chapter 8 100 Haircuts
Wang Duoyu and his party followed Lin Mei around the alleys near Qianda Plaza.

It was also the first time for Lin Mei to come here. Before, she only heard about it from her friends and took it as a gossip. She never thought that she actually came to this hairdressing shop for a haircut today.

After she reconfirmed with her friend just now, the other party also sent Lin Mei the address of the stylist.

However, this address is indeed a bit confusing. Unlike ordinary barber shops that are set up in shops or office buildings in shopping malls, this hairdressing shop is the home of a stylist.

"It's here." Lin Mei led the crowd and stopped outside a small two-story building.

If the location of my friend is correct, it is the small building with a certain age in front of me.

Wang Duoyu looked at the house in front of him, the rusty iron fence seemed to be peeling off at the slightest touch.The white walls have already turned yellow and black, hey, good guy, the house feels older than him.

However, although the house is old, the lush green creepers and the small garden outside the house add a touch of greenness to the house.

"Knock on the door."

Wang Duoyu glanced at Zhuang Qiang, who immediately knocked on the door very sensiblely.

He said he was knocking on the door, but it was actually an iron fence. Through the iron fence, he shouted into the house: "Is anyone home? Let's get a haircut."

Zhuang Qiang yelled twice, and some sounds slowly came from inside the house, and the door of the small building was gently pushed open from the inside.

"Haircut? Do you have an appointment? No appointment."

A man with glasses asked lazily.His hair was scattered on both sides of his face, and when he spoke, he was serious and stern.

Wang Duoyu greeted with a smile through the fence, and said, "I'm sorry for the temporary interruption, mainly because I want to have a hairstyle."

"Oh, I don't have an appointment, I'll be free in the future!"

The other party ignored Wang Duoyu, left a word coolly, and was about to enter the house.

Wang Duoyu saw that the writing was not good enough, so he could only use his own trump card, and asked: "10 yuan, is it worth it?"

The barber paused while opening the door, looked back at Wang Duoyu with a smile and said, "I didn't expect him to be a rich man, but 10 yuan still can't impress me."

"30 million!"

Wang Duoyu tripled the price at once. Even though he was a little far away, Wang Duoyu saw the other party's chest begin to beat and his breathing became more rapid. It was obvious that he was a little moved.

Although the price of 30 yuan made his heart beat, it did not break through the other party's bottom line. The other party just looked at Wang Duoyu but said nothing.

Wang Duoyu looked at the other party's movements and understood what the other party wanted. He smiled and continued:
"50 million!"

The hairdresser Zheng Ding is not calm at the moment. Doing the styling by himself costs only six figures, and doing the styling is not a haircut. The job is equal to the three or four jobs I used to do.

It's impossible to say no.

At the moment Zheng Ding was thinking, Wang Duoyu said another number impatiently: "100 million!"

"One-buy price, 100 million, as long as you give me a haircut today, the money will arrive immediately!"

Wang Duoyu patted the big bag on Wu Xiang's back and said.

100 million obviously exceeded Zheng Ding's psychological expectations. Before Wang Duoyu could say anything more, Zheng Ding looked at Wang Duoyu with red eyes and shortness of breath, and said loudly, "Li, I'll give you a haircut right away."

Hearing that the other party agreed, Wang Duoyu showed a smile on his face, and said to Zhuang Qiang and others beside him: "Look, no one in this world can block the charm of money!"

Listening to Wang Duoyu's one-sided remarks, Xia Zhu wanted to refute the other party, but the facts were in front of her, but she was unable to struggle. She could only smile miserably and look away. She didn't want to see this scene. It really conflicted with her values. .

After the two parties negotiated the price, Zheng Ding walked quickly to the iron fence, opened the door, and welcomed Wang Duoyu in.

The small building is Zheng Ding's home. He prefers this kind of old-fashioned building, and although the small building looks unattractive, it should have all the modern facilities inside.

Zheng Ding led Wang Duoyu to his styling studio with a smile on his face, while his wife and children looked at Zheng Ding in surprise.

My wife knows Zheng Ding very well. This time is his nap time. He usually doesn't make an appointment to go out, and according to his schedule, today is also free. Why did he suddenly take an order.

But although he was puzzled, Zheng Ding was the head of the family, and his wife quickly took the child back to the room on the second floor, leaving the first floor to Zheng Ding.

Sitting on the barber chair, Wang Duoyu solemnly opened the cabinet in the house and took out his food.

First put a white cloth on Wang Duoyu to prevent the hair from running into Wang Duoyu's clothes.

Everything was ready, Zheng Ding chatted with Wang Duoyu, wanting to understand Wang Duoyu's request.

The other party spent 100 million to find him a haircut, so there must be a request, otherwise, any barber shop on the side of the road can help him cut his hair.

"Mr. Wang, what do you think about your hairstyle?"

Zheng Ding stood behind Wang Duoyu, looked at each other in the mirror with Wang Duoyu, and asked.

Wang Duoyu's eyes moved, and he said casually: "You can figure it out, I only have one request, to be worthy of my one billion net worth!"

It was the first time he heard such a weird request, the corners of Zheng Ding's mouth twitched, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

On the contrary, it was Zhuang Qiang, Lin Mei, Wu Xiang and Shi Sanxiang who immediately applauded and praised: "Duoyu, your idea is absolutely brilliant."

"Yes, the hairstyle should match your billionaire net worth, boss."

There were a bunch of sycophants at the scene, only Xia Zhu stood aside with her arms folded and her clothes neatly dressed, watching all this with cold eyes.

Everything Wang Duoyu did today exceeded her cognition.

She understood the desire to spend extravagantly after inheriting a billion dollars, but she didn't expect to wrap up the clothes in the Armani store directly, and now she has spent 100 million haircuts.

Think about yourself, after working hard for several years, you only saved 10 yuan. Now the other party simply asks for a haircut, which costs 100 million yuan. You have to eat or drink for a long time before you can earn this money back!

The more he thought about this, the more Xia Zhu hated Wang Duoyu in his heart.

She has already made up her mind, and she will tell Mr. Jin when she goes back tonight to see if she can transfer herself. There are so many customers in the group, as long as she can change customers, she is willing to do anything, as long as she doesn't stay in Wang Lots of fish around!
While Xia Zhu was thinking, Zheng Ding's mind was also spinning rapidly, thinking about how to help Wang Duoyu design a hairstyle worth a billion dollars.

Sure enough, the 100 million is not easy to earn!

A trace of bitterness also flashed across the corner of Zheng Ding's mouth!
(End of this chapter)