It was March, and the winter was still in deep sleep. It did not seem to be getting warmer at all. It was still very cold. There were very few pedestrians on the street. The trees on both sides of the sidewalk were cold, waiting for the warm spring wind to blow.
As usual, Huang Mengjun woke up early and went out after washing his eyes. The boss was very good to him, but he was also very strict. During his five years of apprenticeship, waking up early was the boss's rule for him. He could not break the rules for a day.
Because he was handsome and hardworking, his master was strict with him. He taught him diligently and he learned diligently. Now that he had graduated, he could establish his own sect. However, out of habit, he still stayed by his boss 'side. Boss Shi was very grateful for this, and he offered a higher salary than anyone else.
Being a hairdresser wasn't Huang Mengjun's dream, but with the intense competition in the city, being a hairdresser was a job that could earn a living. It was very stable and the income was good. Occasionally, there would be generous customers who would give tips. This was not something that ordinary occupations would give, and the tips were not small.
He was good at cooking and had a handsome face. Although he was young, he was still young in this industry. He might not be favored by others when he was older. Skills were important, but so was age.
Because the weather was too cold, Huang Mengjun was dressed in thick clothes. He ran to the barbershop with his head down. There was a bus on the way, but the beauty shop was only two or three stops away from his residence. He had been jogging to work like this for so many years. Even if it was to exercise, he should save some money!
This was a rather luxurious beauty salon! The name was especially "Violet Flower Beauty Salon". The shop was located in a bustling area of the city, and there were dozens of employees. It was unknown where the boss had recruited all of them. They were all handsome and extraordinary, giving off a pure and beautiful feeling.
In today's society, cards were very important. With good equipment, good cards, and a good location, it was difficult not to make money. Especially the beauty salon. Without these things, there was no need to do it.
Just like before, Huang Mengjun went to the beauty salon to finish his work. He sat in front of the mirror and read a hair magazine while waiting for customers to arrive. The juniors also arrived one after another. They were used to Huang Mengjun's early arrival. Both the new and old employees knew his importance. Other than the boss, he was the second. It was not because he was capable, but because he had obtained the title of hairdresser at the age of 20.
Although he was young, he was old. Among so many people, he was the first. Moreover, he had several disciples.
Listening to his juniors and disciples greet him as Master and Second Brother, he felt very good and his mood was much better. However, his handsome and cold face could not tell whether he was in a good mood or not.“
The shop assistants gave him the name "Cold Face" because no one had ever seen him happy. His cold and handsome face looked stable and experienced, as if he had experienced too many vicissitudes and misfortunes in life, so he had never been happy. His fair face was expressionless as if it was numb.
However, his hard work over the years had paid off. He was the face of the shop. Without him, he would only take away half of the customer flow. Every time he arrived early, it was of great significance. Checking the hygiene, the lack of all the hairdressing equipment, and preparing the day's work assignments were the necessary lessons for him to arrive early. His cold handsome, picky, silent, and his superhuman ability were something that everyone had to admire.
The boss trusted him, but he didn't give him any money. Although the salary was high, it was not beyond the limit. In order to keep such a talent, the money must not be too high. The power could be used as he wished. He didn't have to worry about it, and he was also happy and relaxed. Moreover, he wasn't afraid that he would jump ship. If Ah Jun wanted to do it alone, money was a problem, and he would have to worry about many trivial matters. Ah Jun wouldn't do it. This was also the reason why the boss was assured to hand the shop over to a young man who had just turned 20.
Huang Mengjun never thought that he would walk out of this circle. Firstly, it was to repay a debt of gratitude. Secondly, it was more realistic to have a job where he could talk without looking at others 'expressions.
Welcome." Huang Mengjun heard the greeting, but he didn't look up. His eyes were still on the magazine. However, the smell of perfume in the air made him look for it.
The fragrance came from the receptionist. The woman's back was facing him, so he couldn't see her face clearly. However, her back gave off a thin feeling.
"Miss, do you want a shampoo or a set? We also have a VIP room here. It's a noodle house, a beauty salon, and a massage. Why don't you give it a try?”It was Little Huo. He had always been so cheap. No matter what woman it was, he would go up and recommend her. The so-called VIP room was the single room he sold himself in. This was not something that could be spread.
There were women who needed comfort in their hearts who went to the VIP room. They were poor women who had a rich life but lacked emotional comfort. Occasionally, they would find a little boy to vent their anger.
Real life was like this. When one had money, they could love as they pleased. Men and women could go to places where they could be comforted and comforted. Once they comforted the emptiness in their hearts, they did not hesitate to have mistresses and raise small men to live a helpless and dirty life. Huang Mengjun glanced sideways at Huo and sighed. He turned to look at the magazine. He was good-looking, but his heart was so dark.
"No need. Wash my hair quickly. I'm in a hurry!”It was obvious that the woman was the first customer of the day. Her voice was very crisp and there was an indescribable gentleness to it. Ah Jun looked over and saw that Little Huo had already brought her to the hair washing room.
The fragrance was coming from her body to him. It was a very special perfume. The fragrance blew in the wind. It was very fresh, and it was light but not strong. For so many years, Meng Jun had smelled too many women's perfumes. This was something he had never smelled before, but it was very familiar. This smell made people clear-headed.
The feeling of being in nature was the smell of the mountains in the morning. It was the familiar fragrance of the orchid.
All these years, it was a taste that he had been reminiscing about.
Sigh! Junjun, my baby, Sis Hua is here!”Just as Meng Jun was in a daze, a flirtatious young woman in her thirties stretched out her hands and hugged Meng Jun with a thick Shanghai voice.
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