Zhang Jingyao asked suspiciously, "Is there really no problem?" Why do many designers recommend that I not perm my hair......"

Cheng Wei's eyelids jumped slightly, and said with a smile: "It depends on what kind of perm method it is, if you choose the most advanced ceramic perm, using the infrared principle, not only will not damage the hair, but also help blood circulation and relieve joint pain." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Zhang Jingyao pursed her lips, she is in her forties, and after 20 years of hard work, her career is thriving, but the family relationship has plummeted. When she was young, she was a rare beauty, and she won the favor of her husband with her moving appearance, but who would want to be middle-aged, her appearance gradually faded, and the couple even lived in two rooms on weekdays.

Zhang Jingyao thought for a moment, and finally nodded: "As long as it doesn't affect your health much, you can burn me!" ”

Cheng Wei was secretly happy and agreed to perm, so the styling that could be designed for Mr. Zhang instantly increased. He smiled and said, "Okay, then you wait a while, I'll give you a hot burn myself!" ”

Originally, perming, dyeing and cutting hair in a high-end barber shop were different divisions of labor, but at this time, Cheng Wei was busy with Mr. Zhang, how could he take care of so much?

He quickly took out a bunch of curling bars and perm potions, and began to "operate" on Zhang Jingyao's hair.

On the other side, in the lounge. An Guyue sat on the sofa, bored flipping through the fashion magazines of this era, I have to say that the models in the book are all good-looking, but unfortunately the design of the shape is too backward......

An Guyue sighed, according to this way, it is estimated that his working life at the Doctor's s_Hair_Studio is running out. offended the head of the barber, offended the deputy store manager, and he didn't have a few customers, so I was afraid that no one in his peers would dare to compare with him.

Anyway, being idle is idle, An Guyue simply took out a piece of paper and a pen from the cabinet, and began to design fashionable clothing styles according to the memories of her previous life.

The first thing that comes to mind is a tweed set, designed by Karl Lagerfeld, artistic director of CHANEL.

This is the last finished garment that Ann Guyue has seen before she travels, and it appeared at the Chanel Fall/Winter 2015/2016 Haute Couture collection, which plays with "volume", as if the corner of the shoulder has been cut off, using the so-called "oblique cut" cutting method.

There is no bedding inside, and it only uses the process of pleating at the bevel angle, which is not without ingenuity.

An Guyue relied on his own impression, scribbled up, he had learned line drawing and sketching in his previous life, after all, he was not a professional art student, he didn't need much exquisite painting technology, and after ten minutes, the first draft was completed. However, An Guyue pouted, firstly, the pencil was not suitable, and secondly, the paper was not suitable, so he was not satisfied with his work.

He threw it on the table and pushed the break room away to go to the bathroom.

But as soon as he walked out of the door, he frowned at the ceramic perm not far away, did Cheng Wei want to perm Zhang Jingyao's hair?

Who are the two of them crazy, the hair with such serious sandiness, the hair core is already hollow, if it is permed and dyed, although the style can indeed become fashionable, but it has great damage to the hair quality.

Sure enough, I saw that Cheng Wei had just finished curling the curling bar at this time, plugged in the power of the machine and was about to start perming.

"Wait, you can't get a perm!" A crisp voice suddenly resounded in the hall, causing everyone to turn their heads to look.

Cheng Wei's face suddenly turned pale, and his fists clenched and made a "smack" sound: "An Guyue, take care of your own affairs, Mr. Zhang is now my customer, don't just interject!" ”

The other barbers and front desk MM also frowned, and An Guyue's move was too inappropriate! Who doesn't know that perms are harmful? But since you have chosen to perm, you naturally have to be responsible for your own decisions, An Guyue has no guests, can't make money, and can't block other people's money!

Song Ningqian, who was originally checking the accounts at the front desk, raised her head, her pretty face was full of anger, he knew that An Guyue was skilled, and if she cultivated for a period of time, she was expected to become a director, but this was by no means his arrogant capital, and his reckless behavior of ignoring the overall situation three times and twice had exceeded the bottom line of Song Ningqian's tolerance!

However, An Guyue didn't feel like a man's back at all, and still said seriously: "Ms. Zhang's hair is heavy self-curling, plus she has entered middle age, her metabolic ability has weakened, and if she perms her hair, the damage to her hair will be very serious!" ”

"An Guyue!" Song Ningqian slapped the table suddenly, her plump chest shook up and down again and again, An Guyue's behavior was not only against Cheng Wei's persecution, but would even affect the reputation of the barbershop!

Song Ningqian herself did not fully understand the seriousness of sandy hair perm, and in fact, most barbers in this era did not think so.

She also thought that An Guyue only made such a retaliatory move because of her personal grudge with Cheng Wei.

After only listening to a few "kicks", Song Ningqian stepped on high heels and quickly walked in front of An Guyue, her beautiful face raised high, full of coldness. She said in a very low voice, "Get back to me now!" If you say one more word, I'll fire you immediately! ”

An Guyue slowly lowered her head, staring at Song Ningqian's pretty face with deep eyes, fearless:

"I'm sorry, Sister Ning Qian, you should fire me! I don't want to make the black money I earn by cheating others, and I don't allow others to do anything wrong under my nose! ”

He turned around and wanted to bypass Song Ningqian, but he didn't expect Song Ningqian to follow his movements, still blocking his path.

He went to the left, and Song Ningqian also went to the left; He went to the right, and Song Ningqian also went to the right.

An Guyue's anger erupted inexplicably, and she pushed Song Ningqian violently and threw her aside.

"Ms. Zhang, your hair is really not suitable for perming!"

After saying that, he shook his collar, neither looked at Cheng Wei nor Song Ningqian, and just walked straight towards the door.

He thinks he has done what he should do, even if he is fired, he has no regrets, after all, the craftsmanship is still there, the aesthetics of foresight are also there, and he is still worried that he can't make a living?

However, just as he was about to step out of the threshold, a graceful and calm voice suddenly sounded: "Young man, you wait a minute! ”

An Guyue's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and she slowly turned her head.

I saw Mr. Zhang smile lightly, waved his hand and motioned An Guyue to walk to her side, and she asked, "Young man, what's your name?" ”

An Guyue pursed her lips and said softly, "An Guyue." ”

Mr. Zhang nodded, a wisp of chill gradually appeared in her eyes, and she looked at Song Ningqian not far away, but saw a bitter smile on the corner of Song Ningqian's mouth, and she lowered her head without saying a word.

Zhang Jingyao shook her head secretly and said, "Xiao An, since you said that my hair is not suitable for perming, you must have a better plan!" Her heart was like a mirror, seeing An Guyue leave so resolutely, she definitely had something to rely on, because ordinary people would never be so calm and calm when they lost their jobs.

So the question is, what can a poor barber rely on? -- It must be my own craft.

An Guyue was a little surprised, this Zhang Jingyao is worthy of being a strong woman who has been up and down in the business sea for many years, and her mastery of human nature can be seen.

He nodded slightly: "I do have a better plan." ”

Zhang Jingyao's eyes suddenly rose a light of hope, a woman's pursuit of beauty can be approximately equivalent to a man's pursuit of a woman, even more so for Zhang Jingyao, when it comes to her realm, the money has completely become a number in the bank card, no matter how much it is, it has no practical significance.

Becoming more beautiful and overcoming aging is what Zhang Jingyao dreams of.

Her throat twitched, and she said in disbelief, "You...... Is there really a way to deal with my sandy hair? ”

An Guyue smiled lightly, the self-curling itself is also a hair type, it is not a disease, and there is nothing to hate. It's just that the average stylist doesn't have the ability to design a beautiful shape.

Seeing the smile in An Guyue's eyes, Zhang Jingyao's body shook suddenly, and then she said, "Come, young man, you come and do my hair!" ”

Everyone present was completely dumbfounded, what kind of plot is this?!

A reckless young man with a withdrawn personality who ran out to make trouble, actually wanted to make a hairstyle for Mr. Zhang himself?

Isn't this nonsense, although he did make a very beautiful braid yesterday, but whether it is in terms of seniority or strength, he can't be stronger than Cheng Wei, the veteran of the store!

Cheng Wei is the second only golden sign in the Doctor's s_Hair_Studio, if He Qiliang leaves the hairdresser, it is estimated that he will be the director of the upper position.

Even Viagra can't solve the problem, can An Guyue be such a little white face?

Song Ningqian, who was in the back, closed her eyes gently, and she no longer had any hope in her heart.

Even He Qiliang once said that Zhang Jingyao's hair is almost impossible to design a perfect shape if it is not permed. That's why, even in the European and American fashion circles, it is difficult to see models who are born with a roll, and the problem that so many masters are helpless is absolutely impossible to solve by fledgling young people.

A group of barbers have begun to sneer, except for a few female receptionists and assistant stylists in charge of washing hair, almost no one likes An Guyue.

In men's minds, perhaps the little white face is the most hateful species in the world, and they will automatically filter out the talents and abilities that the little white face may have, and fall into the vicious circle of prejudice.

Of course, in the end, the origin of this prejudice lies in women.

If it weren't for the fact that the little white face was born to attract women to see, I'm afraid that the little white face would not naturally annoy men.