The early morning of the imperial capital is divided into several periods.

4-5 am - this is the time for various vendors to enter the market. Those who sell breakfast, the bosses who go to the morning market to set up stalls will set up stalls at this time. What’s amazing is that these people never have any fatigue on their faces.

5-6 am - the time for the old man and the old man to take a walk, the streets were full of boring nonsense.

6-7 am - this is the time for the poor who are far from their residence to go out. Most of them have to cross half of the imperial capital to a prosperous financial center.

7-9 am - Workers who check in at the site are here, and they can usually get stuck 5-50 seconds before they arrive late.

Fang Xian traveled home across the next three time periods.

He witnessed the boredom of the old man and the rare tranquility of the imperial capital.

He witnessed the miserable office workers crawling into the subway like an ant.

He witnessed people chasing time in a mess, or squandering their youth.

Whenever this happens, he feels his insignificance and confusion, and is exhausted from running and gaining nothing.

After the melancholy, he arrived home.

If this is home...

Since every inch of land in the imperial capital is valuable, the monthly rent of a cheap low-rent house will exceed 1,500. For his miserable salary of only three or five thousand yuan, living in an apartment alone is as luxurious as studying abroad.

Therefore, a strange existence emerged, and it is called the grid house among the people!

Its homophonic is pigeon room.

This is also thanks to the wisdom of real estate agents. Generally speaking, a house with a total of more than 80 square meters, especially a two-bedroom, one living room, and three-bedroom, is generally not easy to rent. Due to the area, their monthly rent will exceed 3,500. People who are willing to spend so much money to rent a house are fully capable of taking out a loan to buy a house.

So, smart real estate agents started to build a large-scale construction after the owner's permission. They were able to divide a 100-square-meter house into dozens or even dozens of single rooms, each with less than 7 square meters. They just put a university dormitory-style upper and lower bunks, with people sleeping on top and desks below.

With this planning, the rent for each single room is only 300 or 500 yuan.

The renter is happy, the real estate agent is happy, and the owner is happy.

Fang Xian always felt that if someone was happy, someone would suffer, but as for this matter, he could not think of who was suffering after exhausting his thoughts.

Without further ado, he returned to the Pigeon Room.

The pigeon room in the morning is terrible.

Because I have to grab the toilet.

In the summer, dozens of big men in shorts stood in a row, standing in front of the only toilet, sleepy.

Fang Xian instantly lost most of his interest when he saw this scene. This ghost place was filled with the smell of men's sweat and the smell of miscellaneous cigarettes, which was really not an ideal place to take a break.

So he made a luxurious decision, the most luxurious decision in his life.

He returned to his lattice, took some daily necessities and stuffed them into his backpack, made sure that cash, cards, ID cards, driver's license and other items were on his body, and then picked up his laptop and turned around and left.

"You seem to be rushing to slap?" asked a man with a breast and underwear.

"Go and play. (go out to play)" Fang Xian closed the door without looking back.

The crowd of silences were speechless.

Fang Xian walked out of the community and looked at the crowded crowd, and felt an inexplicable sense of superiority in his heart. At least in the next week, he would no longer have to live such days when he was out of the cage during the day and back to the grid at night.

This week, he will have a style, a taste, a luxury, and a lust, and a miserable person. Anyway, this money will be squeezed out by women sooner or later, so it would be better to let yourself enjoy it before this.

He has a total of 2,500 yuan in cash, less than 20,000 yuan in his card, and a credit card limit of 5,000 yuan.

The destination is only a five-minute walk from the community. Fang Xian has been looking forward to it for a long time and has never been in it before. He always feels inferior or shy.

Stepping into that gate is a solemn and sacred thing, you must be well prepared.

There is a word that describes a person's transformation, which is called a makeover.

Before entering that "holy land", Fang Xian first came to the shape center next to the holy land.

Don’t think too much, there is no massage except haircuts and beauty.

Since it was still early, there were no customers in the store, and only a few hospitality ladies were yawning. When a young man with a schoolbag walked in with a daze, a lady skillfully greeted her.

"Sir, do you want to do a styling or a normal haircut."

Fang Xian was stunned and asked, "Is there any difference?"

The lady smiled and said, "Hair cutting is a traditional business, and hair stylists are only responsible for designing hair for you. But in this era, simple hair styling is obviously difficult to meet the needs of fashionable people."

"Fashion trendy guy, do you think I look like?"

"Haha, why don't you look like it? You just need to change your hairstyle, change your glasses, put on a coat that suits your temperament, repair your eyebrows, make your glasses look more energetic, and then make a blackhead remover, and then put on your face..."

"..." Fang Yan thought about it for a while, and everyone said that changing the shape is equivalent to changing the mood. Anyway, it will cost money, so just have a good time. After the lady finished talking nonsense, he bravely asked for the price.

"Depending on whether you need a mainland stylist or a Hong Kong stylist. Mainland stylist 188, Hong Kong 388, including consultation and haircuts. If you need perm and hair dyeing and beauty, it will be discussed separately."

"Is there a Guangdong stylist?" Fang Xian asked.

"You said Teacher Shao, do you have a reservation?" The lady walked to the wall and pointed to a photo of a man and asked.

"No."

"I'll help you see if he made an appointment this morning." The lady returned to the front desk and asked while flipping through the form, "How did you think of finding a Guang-dong stylist?"

Fang Xian replied with his nose in his mouth: "He can speak Cantonese, I can deceive myself that he is from Hong Kong."

The lady was shivered by the cold joke, but she returned to her professional smile, and led the dialect into it.

Teacher Shao is a vulgar middle-aged man with a baseball cap.

In fact, many people who work as stylists have simple styles, such as buzz cuts or bald heads.

But Teacher Shao had no choice but to do it because he was bald. At Fang Xian's strong request, Teacher Shao was forced to communicate with him in Cantonese.

"Two changes (beautiful boy), I guarantee it (I promise), I will become lustful after going out (you will become a person after you go out)!"

"You are He-Nan's Cantonese?"

"...I'm a mother, Mi, gave it to Zou Lun. (My mother, from Zhengzhou)"

"Forget it, you can speak Mandarin."

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It seems that frequent requests for inference and collection are an annoying behavior.

But I just can't help it!!

Give you mushrooms!!

PS. If you transition in the middle, you will soon play again. In the plan, the game and the city will be in June 4th. It should be waves and fun.
Chapter completed!