May I Ask, Was the Last Customer So Ruthless?
"Aiyo!"
Fatty Wang woke up when he heard the sound of a taxi.
She saw Han Jiangxiang walking over to the tattoo parlor and exclaimed.
After sizing him up, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.
"University student?"
Although Hanjiang's outfit was mature, his face still had a little more of the youthfulness that a 20-year-old should have.
Fatty Wang was stunned when he saw Han Jiang like this.
When he saw Zhang Qilin waiting at the entrance of the shop for a long time, he thought that there was some big secret in the shop.
In his mind, he was also imagining an old man, and every beard of his had its secrets.
However, she did not expect such a young man to come.
Hence, he asked tentatively.
"Brother, you want a tattoo too?"
Han Jiang's expression changed in a second. He coldly walked past Fatty Wang and took out the key to open the door of Han Jiang Tattoo Shop.
"This is a tattoo parlor."
"It's not a tattoo parlor."
"If you want a tattoo, you're in the wrong place!”
Fatty Wang, who didn't believe that Han Jiang was the boss, was stunned when he heard this.
Why did this sentence sound so familiar?
He seemed to have heard it somewhere before.
That's right!
It was Zhang Qilin.
In the Red Blood Fiend Tomb, Zhang Qilin had said almost the same thing.
At that time, Fatty Wang even said that there was no difference between tattoos.
Then, he heard Zhang Qilin correct him seriously.
Just like what Hanjiang said.
Thus, Fatty Wang immediately confirmed that Han Jiang was the owner of this shop.
When he saw Hanjiang open the door of the tattoo parlor, he was even more convinced of his guess.
Hence, he hurriedly followed behind and smiled apologetically.
"Hehe!"
"Yes, yes, yes, it's a tattoo!"
"A friend of mine almost fell out with me because of this.”
"At that time, he said that those were tattoos on his body and not something that trash could compare to.”
"You don't even know. It's almost exactly the same as your tone just now.”
Han Jiang opened the door and walked to the armchair on the first floor, which was facing the door. He put the outer tire of his suit on the back of the chair.
Then, he sat lazily on the armchair and thought to himself.
The second customer mentioned by the system.
It should be him.
But he still asked.
"Why are you here so late?”
Fatty Wang directly tore off his clothes, revealing his white and chubby chest. He even patted the few strands of chest hair and said.
"I'm here because of your reputation."
"I want a tattoo!"
"The pattern is casual. I just want to see your craftsmanship.”
"To be honest, if I didn't see it with my own eyes, I would have thought that the tattooed person was an old man!”
Han Jiang glanced at Fatty Wang and said.
"Are you Fatty Wang?"
"Did Zhang Qilin tell you that I can get tattoos here?”
Fatty Wang was stunned for a moment. He originally wanted to come here with an unfamiliar identity to inquire about it.
However, he didn't expect Hanjiang to recognize him.
Fatty Wang was stunned for a moment before he immediately smiled apologetically.
"Good fellow."
"Little brother Qilin doesn't seem like a person who says everything!”
"You must have a very good relationship with Brother Qilin. Otherwise, why would he tell you this?”
He looked around the tattoo parlor and couldn't help but feel that the tattoo parlor was simple enough.
Other than the chairs, there were no other decorations.
Therefore, he nodded his head and said.
"That's right."
"I am Fatty Wang. My friends in the martial world call me Fatty.”
"Of course, you can just call me Fatty.”
"I'm in Panjiayuan, Beijing, making antiques.”
"I think you're quite simple. In the future, I'll send you a few blue and white porcelain from Jingdezhen in the Tang Dynasty.”
"Just treat it as us becoming friends."
Han Jiang nodded slightly.
As expected, this person was Fatty Wang.
However, it should not have been introduced by Zhang Qilin.
Otherwise, why didn't Zhang Qilin appear?
"Tattoos can be done."
"However, the price here is not something that ordinary people can afford.”
Fatty Wang was stunned for a moment. Then, he remembered that Zhang Qilin had risked his life to enter the Red Blood Fiend Tomb. He had almost dug out a few pieces of Snake Eye Black Iron from the Red Blood Fiend's mouth.
Hence, he nodded and said as if he knew all the rules of the underworld.
"Understood!"
"I also have a few antiques in Panjiayuan.”
"When the time comes, I'll give you a slap."
"I promise I won't let you suffer a loss."
"Besides, it's just making friends, hahaha."
Han Jiang smiled helplessly.
Looking at Fatty Wang's expression, he knew that he was definitely not recommended by Zhang Qilin.
Although Fatty Wang was a natural acquaintance.
However, if he knew what Zhang Qilin had obtained here.
He definitely wouldn't want to act like this.
Therefore, Han Jiang went straight to the point.
"The rules of this shop."
"If you want to get a tattoo here, you have to exchange ten years of your life for it.”
"Or an equally rare treasure, luck."
Like Zhang Qilin, who only used 100,000 yuan to exchange for a tattoo.
To be honest, it was almost as good as picking up scraps.
After all, it was a special opening.
Otherwise, why would Hanjiang give away a tattoo that could not be exchanged for tens of billions of yuan?
However, Fatty Wang did not understand.
When he heard that he had to exchange it with his lifespan, he was stunned on the spot.
Ten years of lifespan?
Rare treasures?
Fate?
What kind of joke was this?
Isn't this a tattoo parlor?
Why did it feel like he was making a deal with the Grim Reaper?
Fatty Wang grinned and asked with a dry laugh.
"Haha."
"This…"
"I want to ask, it's the customer in front."
"Is he also that ruthless?"
"Exchange with lifespan?"
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