After learning about our purpose, Old Man Sun was silent for a while and said seriously: "I do have Ten Thousand Hairs, but I have given it to my daughter to keep evil spirits away. I don't think she will resell it again."
Before Tieshan and I could make an offer, Mr. Sun took a small bite of the steamed bun and said, "My daughter has started her own company and is worth over 100 million. She is not short of the money."
"In the past few years, you are not the only ones who have come to me to buy hair for tens of thousands of people, and the highest bidder has been almost 10 million."
"I want to sell it, but the thing is no longer mine."
Old Man Sun looked regretful and said with a wry smile: "So don't blame me for rejecting you. I really don't have another millionaire."
Tieshan looked at me with disappointment and a questioning look in his eyes.
I refused to give up and said: "Senior Sun, can you help contact your daughter? We really need tens of thousands of people."
Old Man Sun bit into the crispy pickles and replied: "This is no problem, but I might as well say clearly that my daughter will not sell it."
After saying that, he stood up and walked into the main room, took a business card and handed it to me and said: "Young man, if you really have to, go to other cities. Even though the barber profession is in decline, I am not the only one."
I took the business card with both hands and was filled with emotions.
There may be many barbers who "wash hands in a golden basin", but not everyone has hair.
Old Man Sun gave me hope, so no matter whether it succeeds or fails, I have to try.
After bidding farewell to Old Man Sun, I called Old Man Sun's daughter on the way back.
The other party's name is Sun You, she is Old Man Sun's youngest daughter, and is now the boss of a clothing company.
I briefly mentioned my intention of buying 10,000 people's hair, but the other party declined politely and didn't give me a second chance to speak.
After hanging up the phone, I lay down in the back parking space feeling furious.
This feeling is like a person who fell into the water and accidentally grabbed a rope. There was a chance to get ashore, but the rope broke midway.
Hopes are dashed and sinking infinitely.
Tieshan leaned back on his seat and smoked a cigarette. He gave me some advice and said, "Why don't you go to her company early in the morning? It will be easier to discuss in person and it will appear sincere."
"Okay." I replied, holding back my resentment: "Occupying the latrine and not taking a shit, she wants thousands of people to make a fool of herself."
Tieshan blew out smoke rings and said happily: "You can't say that. This is a treasure left by my father. It is not an exaggeration to say it is a family heirloom. Whether it is useful or not is a matter of thought."
"Besides, I am not short of money. Can I put it at home to ward off evil spirits and give psychological comfort to the head office?"
Tieshan started the vehicle and said, "I will pick you up early tomorrow morning. You can take care of the eldest lady's side."
"Yes." I responded softly, feeling a splitting headache.
Back home, six o'clock in the evening.
The living room is filled with fresh vegetables, as messy as a vegetable market.
Lingxi sat cross-legged on the sofa, eating potato chips, taking small sips, and concentrated on watching the TV series.
"Master." I whispered and squatted down to collect the vegetables.
Lingxi put down the bag of potato chips and said, "Have you been practicing driving for a whole day?"
"Well, no." I shook my head slightly.
On the way back, I thought about it, there was no need to hide the matter of pure energy from Lingxi.
Ye Qianshan knew about it, and Lingxi probably couldn't hide it either.
Instead of lying like this, it's better to be honest.
So I obediently moved a stool to sit in front of the sofa and said in a voice as loud as a mosquito: "Master, I'm sorry, I lied to you."
