It's just that there is another question, An Guyue can't figure it out, where did Song Ningqian get the money to build a barber shop?

If it's cheaper, hundreds of thousands of dollars can indeed make a hair salon, but An Guyue never believed that Song Ningqian's vision would be so small. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

If it is to be built, at least it must be a high-end barber shop like Doctor that costs millions of dollars, where does Song Ningqian attract investment?

He frowned slightly, looked at Song Ningqian's fair cheeks and asked, "Sister Ning Qian, I guess you also know that I can't say this promise casually." You said you wanted me to follow you in the future, but you didn't specify the size of the barbershop you planned to build, nor did you specify the time frame for me to make you director. ”

"There is no specific content, no time, only the parties, such a contract, it is impossible to count!"

Song Ningqian nodded lightly: "Scale, I can guarantee you, it will not be smaller than the Doctor, as for the time, two years, how?" ”

An Guyue snorted slightly, objectively speaking, this condition is not harsh.

Two years later, at the age of 26, with two years as a director of a high-end barbershop, it would not be a big problem to become a private stylist or set up your own barbershop.

It's just that the premise of all this is that Song Ningqian can build a new barber shop.

As if seeing An Guyue's hesitation, Song Ningqian laughed loudly: "Brother Guyue is really cautious, it's okay, you can think about it slowly, but I have to say that without my help, you are really difficult to fight Cheng Wei, this reminder, even if I give you an advance...... Bride price. ”

After speaking, Song Ningqian stood up with a smile, twisted her seductive ass and walked to the depths of the bar, and soon disappeared without a trace.

An Guyue fell into deep thought, before experiencing what happened on the set this morning, he had always thought that strength was the fundamental factor that determined a person.

But now he realizes that without money, without power, even if you are very powerful, it is still difficult to find opportunities to use your talents.

Song Ningqian, a woman, can walk step by step from a small receptionist to the position of deputy store manager, receiving a salary of tens of thousands of yuan per month, which is really not easy to match.

Cooperating with her is tantamount to playing for the tiger and seeking skin with the tiger, but even so, An Guyue still doesn't want to give up the rare opportunity in front of her.

He is now too short of funds, too lacking.

If he has the funds, he can put the advanced aesthetic concepts in his mind into practice, whether it is to create a brand or a company, the future awaits him with endless brilliance. But now that there is no funds, An Guyue can't even afford to rent an apartment with windows, let alone talk about any ideal pursuit.

Giving up Zhang Jingyao's 150,000 yuan is because if he becomes a private designer at such a young age, it will be difficult to achieve rapid development in the future, and he can't pin his future career on Zhang Jingyao alone.

But it's different to follow Song Ningqian as a director, first, you can continue to train your level, second, you can earn money for nothing, and third, you can also gain the connections and qualifications you want, so many benefits, it's impossible to say that you can't be tempted.

An Guyue took a deep breath, let's wait and see what happens, once I encounter a good opportunity, I must not let it go!

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In the next two days, An Guyue's life gradually became stable.

Receiving more than a dozen guests every day, she went to Zhang Jingyao's villa at 8 o'clock in the evening to get her hair done.

During this period, An Guyue met two people who she had never met after crossing over, the first was the store manager Xu Changqiu, a middle-aged man who ran a barber shop but his hair was about to go bald, and the second was Lin Zhonghe, Zhang Jingyao's husband.

Xu Changqiu came to the barber shop and just took a casual look, and soon left in his Audi car; As for Lin Zhonghe, An Guyue just glanced through the crack in the door of the study, and he didn't even see his appearance clearly, and he could only roughly distinguish that he was a tall and thin person.

What surprised An Guyue was the attitude of He Qiliang, the director of Doctor. He Qiliang came to work in the store for two days in a row, and An Guyue had to admit that this young man with silver hair was quite handsome, and his haircutting skills were faintly more skilled than himself.

If it weren't for the trendy looks in his mind, and using them to win back a city, I'm afraid that An Guyue really can't compare to He Qiliang.

Even so, He Qiliang's daily guests are still no less than himself, and every guest is a first-class gold owner in Yunhang City.

Shampoo care, trimming, perming and dyeing sat down in one breath, every time it was a few hundred yuan, and it could be thousands at will, which also made An Guyue marvel at the director's ability to absorb gold, which was really stronger than herself, a senior stylist......

Of course, these things themselves are not unexpected, what An Guyue didn't expect was that He Qiliang actually turned a blind eye to himself, a suddenly rising barber, and turned a blind eye.

Neither of them is a lively character, and they don't even say hello every day, which really makes the entire barbershop faintly fall into an embarrassing atmosphere.

In any case, the contradiction between the two is sure to break out. In the past few days, several of He Qiliang's customers have switched to An Guyue, cutting off people's financial routes is like killing their parents, An Guyue doesn't believe that He Qiliang can endure such a grudge.

"Viagra!" Huang Mao suddenly shouted loudly in the hall.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Wei put down the work he was doing.

"Do you know how much the house price of Diheng Garden is per square meter?" Huang Mao asked with a pinched throat.

"Hey, I know, it's more than 12,000, Director He just bought a suite there some time ago, and it cost more than 1 million in total." Viagra laughed.

"Damn, it's so awesome, Director He is just thirty years old, and he can earn more than one million, serve!" Huang Mao squinted his eyes and said: "But Viagra, what I asked just now didn't mean that, you didn't finish listening, what I want to ask is, how much is a square meter in the basement of Diheng Garden......"

"Hahaha, do you want to live in the basement? Is it gambling money and losing again! A young man scoffed.

"Fuck you! Lao Tzu doesn't live in the basement, is that place inhabited by people? Viagra's dogs don't want to live! ”

"Viagra, just point us out, how much is a square meter in the basement of this Diheng Garden?"

Cheng Wei smiled proudly, his tone was full of disdain and ridicule: "I seem to have heard someone say some time ago that renting a basement of more than ten square meters seems to be less than 1,000 yuan a month, which is really cheap!" ”

"Yes, yes! But if it were me, even if I starved to death, I wouldn't be able to live in the basement, and if our old family knew about it, we wouldn't be able to hold our heads up for the rest of our lives! ”

"That's it, I really don't know who still lives in the basement of Diheng Garden now, Director He can afford to buy an apartment, and the gap is too big......"

Gradually, A Guyue gradually gathered a circle of barbers beside her, all of whom were Cheng Wei's fox friends and dog friends on weekdays.

Everyone seemed to be just casually talking about some topics, but as they spoke, the circle formed by everyone gradually shrank, surrounding An Guyue to death.

"Oh, that's right!" Huang Mao suddenly pointed at An Guyue's nose and asked, "An Guyue, where do you usually live?" Buddies haven't been to the door yet, let's bring delicious food and drink to you another day! ”

Huang Mao's eyes looked at An Guyue stunned, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a disdainful sneer.

An Guyue's eyes shrank suddenly, and her sword eyebrows raised: "Where I live, it has nothing to do with you, I'm going home now, please get out of the way!" ”

"An Guyue, you're not kind! A few buddies have a deep relationship with you, so they want to visit, you refuse so decisively, isn't it a little unkind! ”

"That's it, An Guyue, our viagra wants to find you to drink, that's to lift you, don't you dare to be embarrassed!"

An Guyue gradually clenched his fists, his eyes were cold, and he only heard him grit his teeth and whispered: "I'll tell you one last time, I'm going to get off work, please get out of the way!" ”

"Grass! You're amazing! A young man with a plank rushed up, the apprentice in charge of washing the customer's hair in the store.

An Guyue frowned, with so many pairs of eyes watching, could it be that they still dared to do it?

Sure enough, Cheng Wei shouted angrily and said to the young man: "Get down and do your own business!" Immediately, he turned his head to look at An Guyue, and put on a smiling expression: "An Guyue, in fact, brother, I know where you live, it seems that you are the one from the Diheng Garden...... Basement bar! ”

"Isn't it?!" Cheng Wei's eyes were full of smiles, but his expression did not contain any friendliness.

"No, An Guyue won't be so miserable, right......?"

"That's right, if you look so handsome, you might as well be a duck, in addition to losing kidneys, how much money you can make!"

An Guyue exhaled lightly, put on a sunny smile, and said with a pleasant face: "Yes, I do live in the basement of Diheng Garden.

Okay, now that you've asked clearly, can you let me go? ”

His eyes stared at Cheng Wei without blinking, and the smile on his face was still blooming.

Cheng Wei smiled contentedly, leaned in front of An Guyue, put his mouth to his ear and said, "An Guyue, count you as a kid!" Let me remind you, don't want to compete with Lao Tzu for the position of director, otherwise, today is just an appetizer, if you are embarrassed, Lao Tzu has an unexpected feast, waiting to serve you! ”

"Let's go!" Cheng Wei said suddenly, and a group of people dispersed in an instant, and the Doctor returned to its former spacious and tranquil.

An Guyue easily opened her clenched fists, and her eyes gradually became solemn.

What Song Ningqian said doesn't seem to be empty talk, but I'm afraid that Cheng Wei is not only a little barber of Doctor, just from the fact that he can infiltrate so many fox friends into Doctor, it is enough to explain.

In any case, the soldiers will block and the water will cover the earth, and it is really impossible to find Song Ningqian's help, she should always be able to clean up these ruffians and hooligans.