In fact, Wang Ling feels that he is really not a stingy person... Spend money where it should be spent, and never waste a penny on things that should not be spent. This is what Wang Ling has learned from his father and mother since he was a child.
The concept of consumer economy established under the guidance of the Communist Party of China. A haircut is just a trivial matter. In contrast, Wang Ling is more willing to spend the money for a haircut on something simple.
Recently, he heard that Little Raccoon has a new flavor. He heard that it was isatis root and mustard flavor. Wang Ling planned to buy a pack to try it. If he could save the money for this haircut, he could buy several more packs!
In the barber shop, after a moment of silence, the apprentice named by Wang Ling showed an expression of disbelief and turned to Wang Ling and bowed solemnly: "Thank you for your trust in me! I
I will definitely work hard!”
Wang Ling nodded indifferently, and then found a seat to sit down.
Everyone around him looked at Wang Ling with strange looks... because apprentice barbers were actually very scary beings. They were no less scary than the new trainee nurses in the hospital. The only difference was that,
One person sticks needles in your skin, and the other person digs dirt on your scalp.
Probably, only Wang Ling has the courage...
This should be the apprentice's first time cutting a customer's hair. He is holding an electric razor in his hand, and a few drops of cold sweat are flowing from the corners of his eyebrows. It's like an inexperienced little sister who is about to contribute her first time. It looks like
Somewhat nervous: "I...I'm going to start."
It’s just a matter of trimming an inch, just push the sides and the back cleanly... It’s not difficult!
The apprentice brother comforted himself in this way, but the moment the electric razor touched Wang Ling's scalp, the brother's hands shook!
In an instant, a piece of Wang Ling's head was shaved off...
Bro:"……"
boss:"……"
Wang Ling touched his bald scalp and shook his head. Then the hair there grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon he grew from a Wu Ke to a Saiyan...
The boss and his friends were all shocked: "..." Damn it!? There is such an operation?
In about an hour, Wang Ling walked out of the barber shop smoothly.
The boss grabbed Wang Ling and said, "Master, don't leave!"
Then, Wang Ling saw the boss take out two hundred dollars from his trouser pocket and stuff it into Wang Ling's hand.
Wang Ling: "???"
The boss pointed behind him, where there was a lot of hair on the ground, and looked at Wang Ling with a grateful face: "Thank you for the hair provided by the real person in our shop... The quality of the fairy's hair is really good, and it can be made into a high-end wig.
Set! This two hundred yuan is the price of hair. I hope Zhenren will come here often when you are free!"
Wang Ling: "..."
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Wang Ling got his hair cut and went home with his pockets full of dry noodles sold at half price in supermarkets. This time he shaved his head and picked up two hundred yuan for free, which replenished Wang Ling's dry noodles inventory to a certain extent.
When he got home, Wang Ling found that many people had come to the house today.
Throwing Lei Zhenjun and Song Qingshu were waiting in the living room. The old man politely served a bowl of mung bean soup to each of them. In the summer, the elderly have the habit of making mung bean soup to relieve fire. Mr. Wang's mung bean soup was still popular when he was young.
The star-rated dishes in the restaurant are only available in limited quantities every day, so it’s hard to find a bowl...
But it's a pity that these two idiots don't know how to cherish and don't know how to be grateful. They stared at this bowl of mung bean soup and began to wonder about the meaning of the mung beans in it. In just a moment, they didn't even know how many mung beans there were in the bowl.
All counted clearly.
Song Qingshu actually didn't have this problem at first, but after a few days with Zhenjun Throwing Thunder, he was led astray...
"Brother Ling!" Seeing Wang Ling appear, Dului clasped his fists politely. Song Qingshu next to him also stood up and saluted, mouthing "Ling Zhenren".
The old man didn't care about Wang Ling's affairs, he still had to catch up on the drama! When he saw Wang Ling coming, he quickly waved his hands and said to the two of them: "What's in it... There's still more in the mung bean soup pot. If it's not enough, go ahead and fill it up. You guys can talk first."
"
"Okay, thank you, senior!" Lord Throwing Thunder nodded sternly.
At the same time, he was thinking in his mind: Later, he must take out the mung bean soup and take it home, and carefully study the mystery in this soup! Maybe if he drinks this soup, he will be able to enter the realm of spiritual practice!
Wang Ling: "..."
Returning to the topic, Lord Throwing Thunder sat on the sofa, looked at Wang Ling and said: "Brother Ling, I came to you this time because I have good news to tell you! This time, thanks to Xiao Song, the Stone Ghost Noodles maker has already
Missing!"
Song Qingshu echoed: "I just provided a few clues. Thanks to Senior Lord Throwing Thunder and Senior Black, they located the location based on the clues."
Hearing this, Wang Ling nodded. Song Qingshu fulfilled his promise and did not break his promise. And being able to find the maker of the Stone Ghost Noodles means that the matter of the Stone Ghost Noodles will come to an end soon. As for the attempt to take advantage of it,
The Stone Ghost Face has secretly risen in the Immortal Castle, and its conspiracy will be completely shattered.
Of course, this is an ideal situation.
In fact, Wang Ling was also very curious about the identity of the mask maker.
"According to the positioning given to me by Xiao Hei, the maker is actually not far from here." The Thunder-Throwing Lord opened the positioning text message sent by Xiao Hei. The displacement distance between the two points was clearly marked on it, a total of 800
kilometer.
An ordinary monk can reach this point in twenty minutes with a flying sword.
Wang Ling held his chin up and looked at the coordinates sent by Xiao Hei, and slowly frowned. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that this place was a bit familiar...
"Brother, please rest assured that this place was found by Xiao Hei after repeated calculations and verifications combined with my tracking. There is absolutely no mistake!" the Thunder-Throwing Lord said with confidence.
However, Wang Ling always had a bad feeling, and his eyelids started to twitch again.
A one-star disaster warning, no one knows what will happen in the future...
Wang Ling asked True Lord Throwing Thunder and Song Qingshu to put their hands on his shoulders, and then with a "swish" sound, the three of them teleported in the direction of the coordinates at the same time...
Immediately afterwards, a shaky-looking old-school restaurant appeared in front of us.
Looking at the huge words "Late Night Canteen" on the plaque hanging at the door of the restaurant, Wang Ling fell into deep thought... Damn it! Why is this place!
Could this shop owner be a weapon refiner before? From weapon refiner to cook...Wang Ling thinks this is even more exaggerated than the crossover singer!
Seeing the twitching expression on Wang Ling's long-lost paralyzed face, Lord Throwing Lei couldn't help but be curious: "Brother Ling, it seems that you have been here before?"
The melodious singing in the store started one after another: That is the person I miss and love deeply day and night...
Wang Ling couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Life is indeed a circle!...