Two or three days have passed since that thrilling night, Zhang Nianzu thinks that he has chatted with a mysterious race that only appears in movies or novels for half the night, and almost has something to do with the so-called 100 million US dollars, until now he still thinks it was a dream.

Zhang Nianzu doesn't like to dream, when Wang Feng was the mentor of variety shows in those years, every time he asked the contestant "What is your dream", he had to think about it for a long time, and the conclusion was that he had no ideals, and it was good to maintain the status quo.

Zhang Nianzu's parents died in a car accident when he was 15 years old, leaving behind the garage and a house in the unit building behind. Zhang Nianzu sometimes feels sad, but think that at least he was almost an adult when his parents left, and it was a blessing in misfortune that he did not go to the orphanage, Lao Wu is a guy who has been following his father, and his skills are first-class, but he has not had two hearts for so many years, and the car repair shop is enough for this old man to live a well-off life, and God does not seem to treat him badly.

Today, Lao Wu was going to hold a parent-teacher conference for his daughter, but he didn't come in the morning.

Zhang Nianzu made a four-wheel alignment for people, and maintained two cars, and received a few hundred yuan, and the performance was okay. Then he had time to drive his Ford car into the store, and as soon as he removed the front bumper, he heard the sound of heavy leather shoes at the door, and Zhang Nianzu had to say hello first: "Repair the car?"

The upper body of the visitor was extremely thick, and he stood there almost blocking the sunlight outside the door, and the funny thing was that he wore a pair of fat short trousers, not only did not hang on the pole of his feet, but also did not hang down for a while. But looking at his indifferent expression, it didn't feel funny at all.

Zhang Nianzu looked at the door and asked, "What's wrong with your car?"

Lei Yuanzheng didn't say anything, just looked at everything in the car repair shop fixedly, and asked, "Who is the owner here?"

"I am. ”

"Has it always been you?"

Zhang Nianzu said: "It's been almost ten years, it's always been me, what's wrong with your car?"

Lei Yuanzheng walked around the house without asking for the consent of others, he kicked Zhang Nianzu's bunk on the ground with his toes, and asked, "You are alone here?"

Zhang Nianzu said patiently: "There is another master who didn't come today - I said you can't repair the car?"

Lei Yuanzheng's gray eyes radiated a menacing light, and he said, "I don't repair cars, I'll find something." ”

Zhang Nianzu was speechless: "You came to my store to find something?"

Lei Yuanzheng took out a notebook, pointed to the line of words on it, and said, "Can you help me see if this address is here?" It said Changsheng Street, but it didn't write many numbers.

Zhang Nianzu leaned over and glanced at it and said, "The name of the street is right." ”

Lei Yuanzheng suddenly saw the bloody scab on Zhang Nianzu's forehead: "When did you get injured?"

"It's been a few days—listen to me, if you have nothing to do, go to the park and watch the old man play chess, I'm still busy." ”

Lei Yuanzheng pressed Zhang Nianzu's shoulder again: "Have you broken it here?" He was still a little swollen there, and he didn't look coordinated.

Zhang Nianzu threw his hand away and said angrily, "Are you sick?"

Lei Yuanzheng smiled and said, "I'm sick and I'm looking for something to cure." ”

Zhang Nianzu has no temper, he suspected that he had a neurotic disease just now, and now that the other party admits it, he has no way, opening a store and doing business is to encounter all kinds of emergencies, you can still hide on the street, what can you do now?

Lei Yuanzheng seemed to have temporarily lost interest in Zhang Nianzu, he looked inside and outside the store again, and said gloomily: "I seem to have been here when I was a child, but everything has changed. ”

Zhang Nianzu had no choice but to follow his words: "This place has been rebuilt many times, but it hasn't changed much." ”

Lei Yuanzheng fell into deep thought, he took out the wallpaper knife, and boredly picked out the two eyeballs of the beautiful female car model on the poster on the wall.

Zhang Nianzu gritted his teeth and said, "I said that our hands can not be so idle?" In normal times, he would have already killed someone, but the other party is neurotic and carries a knife, and it is not good for anyone to say something, mainly because he can't tell......

At this time, there was a sudden quarrel next door, and Zhang Nianzu rolled his eyes and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to see the fight." ”

Lei Yuanzheng's expression changed: "Fighting?" involuntarily followed Zhang Nianzu out of the door.

Next to Zhang Nianzu's car repair shop is a barber shop, the manager of the shop is a man with messy hair, who is nicknamed Hua Yingying, and people have been calling it for a long time, so he simply called his barber shop "Hero Hair Art Studio".

Listening to the excitement, there were already three or five people gathered at the door of the hero's hair studio.

In the morning, Hua Yingying was not there, and it was his eldest apprentice who took the lead. This kid is twenty years old, his nickname is Ah Bao, and he has already obtained the true biography of Hua Yingxing's eight points, and he has to have a little bit of his own style in this business, Ah Bao simply got himself a hairstyle like a Hong Kong actor with eight taels of gold, which is quite recognizable, but unfortunately there is no nickname, and people still call him Ah Bao......

The bitter master of this incident was a young man who was not yet thirty years old, and his voice was not low at all, which would make him sit in the barber's chair and be furious.

Zhang Nianzu asked the people on the side: "What's wrong?" Everyone said that they had just come, so let him wait and see what happened.

The young man turned his chair to face the crowd, and they all laughed loudly—he had two moustaches on his upper lip that did not match his age, and the rest of his face was cleanly shaved, apparently freshly made.

Some onlookers couldn't help laughing: "Bao, this is what you designed for people, did you mess up and lose your master's face?"

Po argued, "He made me do this!"

When the young man heard this, he was furious and said, "I asked you to give me a beard from Detective Poirot, what is this thing called?"

Ah Bao held up his mobile phone to show it to everyone, and said unconvinced: "Isn't this exactly the same?

Everyone looked at it and said, "It's really the same." I couldn't help but look at the young man, suspecting that he was deliberately doing something.

The young man jumped out of his chair with his apron on his face and shouted, "I asked you to get me a new version of Poirot, you know the new version? It's Kenneth Branagh and Johnny Depp's version of Poirot's beard! You got me David Suchett's version!"

Everyone was confused: "What's the difference?" Someone opened the mobile phone Baidu, and the result was very clear: the protagonists of these two versions of the movie have beards, but the latest version of Kenneth's beard is rough and fluffy and explosive, at first glance I thought it came out of the set of "The Revenant", and the David version is two handfuls of dog oil beard, thin and slippery. The problem now is: if Ah Bao gets the former one first, he wants to change the latter one and repair it. At present, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and it is impossible to make the dog oil beard become explosive.

Ah Bao said persistently: "Then it's right for me to fix it for you according to the previous one, right?"

The young man exclaimed, "You should ask which version it is before you get it!"

Bao said: "How do I know that there are several versions of a movie?"

The young man said incredulously: "Don't you even watch Grandma (Agatha Christie) movies?"

Ah Bao said aggrievedly: "I do this because I am uneducated, oh, I have to refine my film major in my spare time to shave my head?"

Zhang Nianzu was also happy to see it, he walked into the store and said, "I'll ask something-"

Seeing that it was him, Ah Bao said like a savior: "You say." ”

Zhang Nianzu said: "What was this guy like when he first came?"

Everyone said that the heads-up king in the street was really thoughtful enough - if this young man didn't have enough beard when he came, then Ah Bao would be completely wronged.

The young man also saw through people's thoughts, he opened his phone and shouted, "This is what I looked like before I entered the door!"

The crowd laughed again: the young man had a big beard before he came, like Engels.

The young man said indignantly: "Do you know how long I have grown this beard, a whole year!

Zhang Nianzu couldn't help but smile and said, "Let me say something fair." He said to the young man, "I have to blame you for not explaining this clearly, who knows that you want the new version of the old version, it's not like you said you want to get a Mei Chaofeng hairstyle, that must not be wrong." ”

The young man said depressedly: "Then you have to give me an explanation." ”

Zhang Nianzu said to Bao: "That's it, when this guy grows his beard again, you can get him one for free-"

The young man said, "Kenneth Branagh." ”

"Yes, Kenneth's one should be a repeat customer, what do you think?"

Ah Bao said: "I have no opinion, it depends on this master." ”

The young man also said helplessly: "It's only like this, what else can I say?"

When the matter came to an end, people watched a good show and left in admiration.

Zhang Nianzu turned around and saw Lei Yuanzheng still standing behind him, and asked him, "This is more fun than in my house, right?"

Lei Yuanzheng seemed to have suddenly lost all interest in Zhang Nianzu, and he said coldly: "Congratulations, you are not the person I am looking for." ”

Zhang Nianzu looked at his stout figure that was gradually moving away, and muttered, "It's so dangerous!" and added at the end, "It's really a psychopath." ”