"That's a job of serving people, I won't do it!" Huang Yongping hugged his ankles and winced and said disdainfully.
With this one out, it’s hard to say whether the customers will be satisfied!
Huang Fu helped him a lot. He only had one request, and Ding Fan had to try his best to fulfill it. He sat down next to Huang Yongping and patiently persuaded him: "Brother Huang, how can you think so? As long as it is reasonable through his own efforts.
Making money legally, what’s the distinction between high and low?”
"It's different! Every time I go to get a haircut and the barber doesn't serve him well, I scold him!" Huang Yongping curled his lips.
"If I do a good job, won't I be appreciated by you?"
"It doesn't work anyway, don't do it, find another one."
No need to change, too few specialties.
"Brother Huang, to give you an inappropriate example, in the past, businessmen had little status, but aren't we all doing business now?"
Huang Yongping blinked, and Ding Fan listened to what he said, but less than three seconds later, he squinted and shook his head, "No, this is a service industry, it's embarrassing to say it."
"Will your friends laugh at you?" Ding Fan said seriously, but actually he wanted to laugh when he thought of Huang Yongping wearing an apron and using scissors and comb to shape his hair.
"I don't care about them. What can the old man in my family do? I don't do many serious jobs, but I end up going to get a haircut, and I'm still pissed to death."
Speechless!
This is due to the lack of communication. Both parties obviously care about each other's feelings.
"It's better to do it secretly first. If it doesn't work, withdraw. Wait until you become famous... Don't shake your head first. Listen to me. When you become famous, A-list celebrities will cry and beg you to do your hair. Once you cut it,
The starting price is only 10,000, how impressive! A hairstylist is also an artist. He travels all over the world and makes friends all over the world. The key is free time and no restrictions."
Ding Fan saw that Huang Yongping was already riding on the wall and started to sway, and immediately gave him another heavy punch and kicked him off the wall, "For example, Ye Zi, who has been wearing braids since he was a child, isn't there any other form of braids? And?
Can’t braids become a fashionable hairstyle?”
"Fuck it, we'll open a studio right away!" Huang Yongping had completely figured it out, and slapped his thigh fiercely, even more anxious than Ding Fan, "Brother, I dare not say anything else, but my aesthetics on hair styles are absolutely superb, don't believe it. You
You have to help me come up with ideas, and I must make a name for myself!"
"That's necessary!"
After saying that, Ding Fan drank the whole cup of tea in one breath. His mouth was dry and it was difficult to persuade others.
Giving away roses and leaving lingering fragrance in hand can help Huang Fu solve a major problem and save a family on the verge of being broken. Why not do it? Ding Dashan felt very noble about himself, but what Huang Yongping said next made him frown.
"Brother, there is no proof for what you say. You have to buy shares! Any money you make in the future will belong to both of us." Huang Yongping said seriously.
"Well, no need for that. I don't know much about hairstyling. I feel like I'm taking advantage for nothing." Ding Fan waved his hand.
"Why, you look down on this industry, don't you? You just said a lot of things in a sanctimonious way!"
Hey, Huang Yongping is still angry! Let’s just say, there is no such thing as a gain in vain. Ding Fan thought about it and asked, “How much does it cost to open a studio?”
"There are not many procedures, and it doesn't take up any funds. The big part is the front, and then there are high-end hairdressing equipment and supplies, and then we hire a few decent hairstylists." Huang Yongping counted with his fingers, "Well, the initial period is only fifty.
Ten thousand, maybe. It’s not much, it’s just interesting.”
Ding Fan breathed a sigh of relief, it was indeed not much, and this money was nothing to the rich second generation.
Since his friend sincerely invited him, Ding Fan couldn't be stingy and waved his hand, "Okay, I'll invest 50,000 yuan, accounting for 10% of the shares."
Not seeing the excitement he imagined, Huang Yongping frowned and said, "Brother, are you looking down on me? If you give me advice, you will have to help me attract customers in the future. You have to take the majority no matter what! It's settled, you take 100%.
sixty!"
Ding Fan was a little confused, but he quickly showed a look of surprise, right? Huang Yongping couldn't even come up with 500,000 yuan, so he was trying to attract sponsorship!
"Brother Huang, how much money do you have in your hand?" Ding Fan asked tentatively.
"You know!"
"I know where to go!"
"Two hundred thousand, you just called me."
Crazy!
This money is actually Huang Yongping’s entire property!
Ding Fan was speechless. After a long while, he finally said, "Mr. Huang is really good at running a family!"
"Digging! Digging to death!"
"Then why don't you buy photos?"
"Hey, if you want to refund the money, I won't insist too much! Brother, you are short of money, otherwise, I will lend it to you."
Huang Yongping grinned and scratched his head in embarrassment. A magical thing happened. He scratched twice randomly and the messy granny ash was straightened out, as if he had just had a hair dryer and styled his hair.
Real hairstylists all have a good sense of touch, and Huang Yongping seems to have this.
Speaking of this, and for Huang Fu's sake, let alone borrowing money, the two finally agreed that Ding Fan would pay another 300,000. However, no matter what Huang Yongping said, Ding Fan would only take 100%.
Twenty shares.
Huang Yongping was extremely grateful, but as soon as the money was transferred, he said goodbye to Ding Fan, and the next second he disappeared.
A tragedy caused by a photo, Ding Fan lost a huge loss of 500,000 yuan!
Qi and blood were flowing backwards, the brain was dizzy, and his heart was beating weakly. Brother Fan's hard-earned money just flowed out. Depressed, Ding Fan didn't even eat lunch, so he took a nap at noon and tried to forget the incident.
, you still have to do business.
Ding Fan drove alone to Hengyuan Real Estate. Fang Pengyuan had prepared fragrant tea and was waiting.
Looking towards the door, Fang Pengyuan smiled and said, "You didn't bring your two beautiful bodyguards with you today?"
"My sister is holding a photography exhibition, let them maintain order." Ding Fan said arrogantly.
Fang Pengyuan thought for a moment and suddenly realized, "It turns out that the great photographer Ding Wanding is your sister!"
"Yes."
"Haha, I'm not an outsider, I'll let someone come and support me."
"Dr. Fang is too polite!"
Next, Fang Pengyuan talked about the troublesome matter, which had been settled, with a final compensation of 800,000 yuan, and the family members also signed a guarantee. Afterwards, Fang Pengyuan investigated secretly and found out that there were bad media instigating the family members to cause trouble.
What makes Fang Pengyuan even more frightened is that the family insists on making trouble because someone secretly provided funds to fight the lawsuit. It has not yet been found out who it is.
"It was so dangerous, it almost stunk!" Fang Pengyuan said with emotion.
"I look at Mr. Fang's face. His eyebrows are flying and his face is rosy. His bad luck has passed." Ding Fan said.
"Haha, thank you."
"Director Fang, I have brought the Feng Shui design drawing. Please take a look at it."
Fang Pengyuan was surprised again. He had never heard of a Feng Shui master providing design drawings, and he immediately became interested.