Reborn at 90, taking space to counterattack and become rich

There were seven or eight men and women sitting in the small barber shop, so crowded that even when walking, one had to turn sideways.

As soon as Xia Chutang entered, all eyes were on her.

The woman with dreadlocks was the first to stand up, complaining, "You're finally here! I thought you were letting me go!"

The other men and women looked at the girl who came in, and some people began to question: "Sister Xin, is this the master who changed your look? It doesn't look like it."

"You know what I mean, people should not be judged by their appearance."

Meng Xin scolded and turned around: "Hey, what kind of candy? These are my new little brothers and sisters, and they all want you to do styling."

In the small town of Xihai in 95, where had I seen such an avant-garde European and American style?

As soon as Meng Xin stepped out, she immediately attracted a group of young people from society.

No, she brought people here today to boost her momentum.

When the proprietress heard this, her eyes were as bright as two light bulbs, and she smiled brightly: "Oh, Xinxin, you are really the God of Wealth in our store. What do you want to drink? I will buy it for you."

Meng Xin ignored the proprietress, looked at the girl who said nothing and asked, "Hey, there are so many of us doing it, do you think it's cheaper?"

"No bargaining."

Xia Chutang squeezed into the store sideways. When she got to the hair washing area, she turned on the faucet and washed her hands. She took out her gloves and cosmetics and said lightly, "Are you still wearing makeup?"

The girl's indifferent attitude disgusted Meng Xin.

But it happened that she had something to ask for.

Sitting on the barber chair angrily, with a slumped face, he complained, "I brought so many people here to support me, why can't you count it as a discount?"

The landlady winked at the girl and signaled her to take the job.

Xia Chutang looked indifferent and turned a deaf ear.

He took out the cosmetics, looked at the woman's face in the mirror, and asked, "Do you still want the same makeup?"

Meng Xin, without makeup, looked very unhappy, with dark and yellow skin and some acne marks, and she looked completely lethargic.

Fortunately, with the embellishment of dreadlocks, she doesn't look ugly.

But it still lacks spirit and style.

The lack of sugar, oil and salt in early summer made Meng Xin a little irritable and impatient, "It's up to you."

"Today's makeup is 120 yuan, let me confirm with you."

Xia Chutang just picked up the powder puff and asked again, "Are you sure you want to melt it?"

The social girl sitting in the room was chewing gum and yelling: "Sister Xin, I often put on makeup, and it only costs thirty yuan for a session. This girl is taking advantage of you!"

Other young people in society also laughed: "That's right. One hundred and two yuan for just two strokes? You might as well grab it!"

"Look at her own face, it looks like a steamed bun with make-up..."

Listening to the chattering of men and women in society, the landlady noticed that Xia Chutang's face was a little red and swollen.

Fingerprints can be vaguely seen, it must be that someone hit him.

There was some worry in the eyes of the landlady: I ​​haven't seen this little girl for a day, what has she been through?

Xia Chutang ignored what others said and only looked at the woman in front of her: "1 I came here to work overtime because you increased the price. I can't lose a penny of 120 yuan."

"You're here, why don't you count me a hundred dollars?" Meng Xin asked in a rogue manner.

The girl put down the tool in her hand with a cold face.

He turned around and said to the landlady: "I'm leaving first. See you on Friday."

No nonsense, just put down your things and walk out.

Meng Xin's face changed drastically, and she quickly shouted: "120 is 120, hurry up and draw."

This girl really didn't give her any face!

"150 yuan. Do you want to paint?" Xia Chutang turned around and asked.

"You...what do you mean? Raising prices on the ground?"

Meng Xin looked embarrassed, "The agreed 120 yuan!"

Xia Chutang nodded lightly, half-smiling but not smiling, "Yes, it's 120 as promised, but if you want to break the rules, then I will follow your example."

Meng Xin: "..."

Last night, Meng Xin stole the show. Tonight, several big brothers came to support her and said that she must wear this makeup.

"150 yuan, hurry up!" Meng Xin gritted her teeth and admitted defeat.

She will find someone to deal with this girl later!

Raise the price with her? court death!

Xia Chutang didn't say anything unnecessary, took the money and started working.

As she applied it with her hands, a piece of European and American makeup appeared in front of everyone.

A woman who originally looked bad looked like a queen in the blink of an eye.

The men and women who had looked down on Xia Chutang just now were so shocked that they couldn't even say a word when they saw this "head-changing technique". They could only open their eyes wide in shock and envy.

After putting on makeup, Meng Xin looked left and right in the mirror, but couldn't get enough of it.

Several young women standing at the door shouted: "Draw it for me too."

Meng Xin brought this group of men and women here just to win people's hearts with makeup.

It's just that this girl's price is too high.

It's a lot of money to bargain, and with so many people doing styling, Meng Xin can't afford the money.

For a while, Meng Xin was a bit stuck.

"Sister Xin, can you do some styling for us too?" Several girls surrounded Meng Xin and fawned over her.

Meng Xin looked at the girls and asked, "How many of them will you put makeup on?"

"Don't draw."

Xia Chutang packed up her things and looked like she was getting off work.

Meng Xin was humiliated again.

There was an uncontrollable sullenness in his eyes: "Hey, I'll just pay. Why are you so picky?"

"If they want to do it, they have to change their hair."

Xia Chutang glanced at the girls dressed in green and red clothes, and said calmly: "It is estimated to cost about 600 per person. Are you sure you want to do it?"

600 yuan per person? Several girls kept their mouths shut.

Meng Xin's temples were also twitching, and she counted silently in her heart: one, two, three, four... There are six girls here, so that's 3600 yuan?

She is acting like a big sister, not someone who is taken advantage of.

There was silence in the room for a moment, but it was Xia Chutang who spoke first: "I don't have time to do the styling for so many people today. I can do it for two or three people at most."

"Sister, pick me!"

"Choose me, my skin is better and it's easier to put on makeup!"

"Choose me, choose me..."

Several girls were chattering and crowding in front of the girl.

Xia Chutang pointed behind them: "You have to ask your eldest sister who to choose."

"Just Xiaocui, Meimei, and Miaomiao."

Meng Xin pointed to a few people and said, "The rest will come back next time."

The girl who was chosen was very happy, but the girl who was not chosen looked sad.

Even if they had opinions, they did not dare to say anything in front of Meng Xin.

Xia Chutang made three looks based on the temperaments of the three selected girls, and asked for 1500 yuan.

After finishing all the styling, it was almost midnight.

After Meng Xin and the young people from the society had dispersed, the proprietress took out the agreed 800 yuan and took a commission.

There was also a separate 150 yuan from Meng Xin. She handed it over and asked with concern: "Tangtang, what happened to you at home? I see why your face is swollen?"

After working all night, the landlady didn't have time to ask.

It was now closed, so she was free.

Xia Chutang pretended to put the money in her pocket and put it directly into the space.

It’s not safe to walk at night with so much money on your person.

"Sister, I won't hide it from you anymore. My dad beat me."

Xia Chutang lowered her eyes and said half truthfully: "My mother's hand was broken. She had surgery today and I owe a lot of money. That's why."

So even though he knew Meng Xin was a trouble, he still raised prices for her.

"Ah? What do you think your mother thinks? She still wants to live with your father?"

The landlady stopped sweeping the floor, thinking of her past self, and said seriously: "Tangtang, if you want to persuade your mother, you must leave the man who did it. Even if he is your father."

Xia Chutang raised her head, looked at the woman in front of her, and asked curiously: "Sister, do you mean to divorce my mother?"

She didn't directly talk about the divorce just now because she was afraid of disagreeing with the boss's wife.

After all, in a small northern town like Xihai in 1995, divorce was more terrifying than a scourge.

Once you bear the title of divorce, you will be drowned in the spit of people around you.

The landlady looked distressed and took the girl's hand, and said seriously: "Tangtang, once a man does something, he will never change it. I don't understand the ways of you city people. Anyway, just remember, leave the man who hits him. The further away the better!”