Han Chenghao smashed twelve glass mirrors in a row, and found that his hand was pierced by broken glass, and the wound had cracked and oozing blood, so he threw away the fire extinguisher in his hand, took a towel in his hand, and wrapped his palm around like a zongzi.

Jin Daojun looked at Han Chenghao's palm unexpectedly, and said softly: "Brother Chenghao, how is your hand, it doesn't matter." ”

In Kim Do-joon's eyes, these losses are nothing, even if he smashes this store, it doesn't matter.

The important thing is that the beauty shop, as a beauty place, is originally to serve customers, and if you don't want to be perfect, with this attitude, what kind of business will you open.

"It's okay, some small wounds, it's not in the way, the situation I encountered before is much more serious than this." After speaking, he waved his hand, signaled that he was fine, and sat on the sofa next to him.

Since the smashing has been smashed, the next thing can only wait for the person in charge of the beauty salon to come and deal with it.

On the contrary, Han Chenghao suddenly felt a lot more comfortable, as if the resentment full of his body had been released, it was indescribably relaxed, the anger was gone, this purse was about to bleed, although it was just some glass, but it was estimated that it was not so easy to solve.

In this way, the two people sat on the sofa and waited, and the young ladies and ladies who were doing modeling next to them, when they saw this situation, they didn't have the mind, so they got up and left directly, and carefully avoided them when they left, for fear of provoking these two people, who are now like powder kegs about to ignite, and they will explode when they touch them.

After a while, the director of the beauty salon walked in from outside, gently supported his eyes, didn't know what he was thinking, a linen-colored shirt with trousers, a typical successful person's attire, after seeing Kim Do-jun and Han Sung-ho sitting on the sofa, he slowly walked over, and the glass under his feet made a "squeak" sound while walking.

Seeing that these two people smashed the glass in the door and hall, they didn't leave, but sat here waiting for him to come, indicating that the other party was not an ordinary person, and it seemed that there might be something wrong with him.

The dean immediately thought of the key point of this matter, as the leading beauty shop in South Korea, it can be opened so big, so many dignitaries and wealthy business stars as their VIP members, without a little bit of communication skills and brains, he has long been eliminated in the harsh shopping mall, where is his turn to become bigger and stronger.

"I don't know what to call the two of you, I'm the director of this beauty salon, my name is Park Kwang-hyun, it's the first time we met, please take care of me."

After speaking, he directly stretched out his hand and wanted to shake hands with Kim Do-joon.

As soon as Park Kwang-hyun got closer, he saw Han Sung-ho's hand wrapped in a towel, and he knew that it should be this person who smashed the glass of his store, and if it was his hand, then the boy-looking boy sitting next to him should be the main one, so he leaned over to shake hands.

In the service industry, no matter what happens, you have to sell a smile to accompany your face, which can not be avoided in any country, you can call the police to trust the relationship or even find friends to help, but in case you meet a few scoundrels, it will be different, the business will be much worse, it doesn't matter if he doesn't come for a day, as long as he is free to harass you, you don't want to do business well, the so-called Hades is good to see the little ghosts, probably this is the truth, so try not to offend people in this industry, there is no benefit.

"There's no need to shake hands, Dean Park, my agent smashed your glass, you find someone to calculate, how much it is, I will compensate in full, if it is not enough, I will pay double the price."

Jin Daojun didn't even raise his head at all, now he is really confident to say these words, he has no heart or idea to have a deep relationship with these people, there is no need, just deal with the matter quickly.

"What do you call it, these glasses are not worth a few dollars, I will find a waiter to calculate it, and I will definitely not take advantage of you."

Park Kwang-hyun actually said in honorifics.

The stylist in the distance of the hall watched the dean talking respectfully to this young man, originally three or three of them gathered together carefully, did not dare to speak, did not even dare to make a sound, and now he also whispered, wanting to ask anyone who knows what the origin is.

Kim Do-joon heard Park Kwang-hyun greeting him, knowing that he was showing weakness and giving himself a step, if he still pretended to be at this time and didn't give face, it would be too disproportionate, so he stood up, shook Park Kwang-hyun's hand, and spoke.

"My name is Kim Do-joon, I am a little singer now, I broke the glass in the store today, I apologize on behalf of my agent, I will be responsible for compensation for the loss, tell me the statistics, just send the bill directly to my economic company, I will write the address later, put it on the table, if there is nothing wrong, we will go first, thank you Dean Park."

As Kim Do-jun spoke, he motioned to Han Sung-ho to help him find a pen and paper, and he had to write the address himself.

"Although I'm more than ten years older than you, then I don't need honorifics, and you don't need to call me Dean Park, how about the two of us directly intersect with each other."

Park Kwang-hyun is an old fox at a glance, although he is only in his thirties, he can obviously see the thoughtfulness of his thoughts, Kim Do-jun is ready to leave the store, if he leaves, then it is safe to say that he will not come to this store again in the future, and his expression is very confident, judging from his own analysis, he should be fearless, so he will say these words, if he is allowed to leave now, he will really miss an opportunity to show his ambitions.

"I'll just call you Daojun, it's not a big deal, are you here for styling or a haircut today." Park Kwang-hyun asked in a low voice, now I have to change the topic and talk about business.

"Today, I made an appointment with a stylist named Lee Kyung-eun. My agent asked the receptionist several times and kept saying no, since there was none, there was no need for us to stay here. Kim Do-joon replied coldly.

"Please wait a minute, I remember that a new stylist was just recruited a few days ago, because I just applied for it, so many colleagues are not familiar with it, and it may cause misunderstandings, I'm very sorry, so Daojun, don't leave yet, I'll call her right away and ask her to come over, if there are any modeling problems, you can communicate directly, what do you think."

As soon as Park Kwang-hyun heard about the problem of styling, and heard that it was a newly hired stylist, he immediately thought clearly, so he came up with a solution in his mind.

"Okay, then I'll wait for the stylist." Now that Park Kwang-hyun has already said it, can't he shirk it?

"Then please go to the second floor, the hall on the first floor is used by ordinary guests for hair styling, and there is a special VIP room on the second floor for your use."

After saying that, Kim Do-jun and Han Sung-ho followed Park Kwang-hyun up to the room on the second floor.

Park Kwang-hyun also wanted to take the opportunity to communicate more, see what news could be found from Kim Do-joon's body, and understand what it was about.

Of course, Kim Do-joon knows Park Kwang-hyun's thoughts, and he blindly plays sloppy, except for knowing which company he is an artist and is about to make his debut as a singer, everything else has been avoided.

After a while, the door of the room was opened, and a girl who looked ordinary, not very beautiful, quite delicate, with short hair that reached her ears, looked very capable, and looked out of breath, probably just rushed over from outside, and was a little out of breath.

"Hello, Dean, I'm sorry to be late today." As soon as Li Jingen came in, he saw that the dean was there, and quickly bowed and saluted, their current status is not a top stylist, and they are strictly controlled by the company, if they become the private stylists of top stars or rich people, on the contrary, their status in the company will be much higher, even the dean will be polite to himself, and he doesn't have to bow every time he sees him, who wants to bow every day, but what can be done, this is society, this is the reality in front of him.

"Kyung-eun, this is Mr. Kim Do-joon, who came to you and said that someone introduced you as his personal stylist, and you have to design it well." Park Kwang-hyun said with a friendly face, and patted Kyung-eun on the shoulder after speaking, signaling her to hurry over.

"Daojun, I'll go down first, just tell me if there's anything."

"Okay, thank you, Dean Park." Kim Do-joon replied without the slightest expression.

Lee Kyung-eun quickly moved small steps, walked up to Kim Do-joon's body, and whispered

"Mr. Kim Do-joon, how do you need to design the look?"

"Hey, why are you asking me this question, aren't you a stylist?"

Kim Do-jun suddenly looked puzzled, isn't it funny that this stylist actually came to ask himself if he wanted to design a look?

Lee Kyung-eun suddenly became shy, covered his mouth, and laughed embarrassedly.

"I'm sorry, the dean was so abnormal just now, I was a little distracted, then I'll take a look first, you sit down."

Lee Kyung-eun looked at it carefully, from left to right, from top to bottom, kept observing, and finally said something that made Kim Do-jun cry and laugh.

"What do you do?"

"Me? I'm a singer who is about to make my debut, what's wrong, isn't it? Kim Do-joon asked in a mocking tone.

Lee Kyung-eun opened his mouth and asked, "Do you want me to tell the truth?" To be honest, it doesn't look like it at all. ”

Kim Do-jun immediately felt a few more black lines on his head, and he was a little speechless, and continued to ask.

"Where do you see that I don't look like a singer?"

"It should be said that you are the most ordinary singer I have ever seen, and the current singer either sings well, or is like a beautiful man, or plays guitar and piano instruments well, and finally has very outstanding acting skills, and you look too ordinary."

Kim Do-jun laughed directly when he heard what Lee Kyung-eun said.

"You're really direct, I'm about to make my debut as a singer, but I'm a hiphop singer, the company is relatively small, and the requirements are not as many as those top entertainment companies."

Kim Do-joon then explained that being said to be too ordinary is sometimes an ironic thing.

"Oh, I see, I said, why don't you look like an idol artist, no wonder they all say that hiphop singers are ordinary, I didn't believe it at first, but now it seems to be true!"

Lee Kyung-eun pressed Kim Do-joon's head and told him not to move and affect his analysis.

"You know a lot, okay, look at it for a while, how about it, what are your opinions?" Kim Do-joon saw that Lee Kyung-eun was starting to design a look for himself, so he didn't joke anymore and asked directly.

"Well, in my opinion, there are a lot of things that need to be changed, especially if you are a hiphop singer, you need to design a good look." After speaking, he made a direct comparison.

In this way, Kim Do-jun didn't speak again, and the professional things were still left to professional people to do, so he closed his eyes and recuperated.

By the time I called myself, it was already half an hour later, and I didn't expect that I had fallen asleep just now, I was really sleepy.