Wu Yahuan scratched his hair again, but he even forgot about himself!
After thinking for a long time, he said, "I forgot to ask you last night how to deal with the cash. You can't always leave it in the office."
"Sister Huan, just take care of it. Keep some cash as a backup and deposit the rest in the bank!" Ding Fan said.
"Okay, I'll deposit this money when I go out to get my hair done." Wu Yahuan yawned profusely before moving off the bed.
Doing hair?
Ding Fan suddenly thought of Huang Yongping, who probably didn't have much business yet and was wandering around across from Fuyao Building all day long. Why not recommend him a long-term customer? Wu Yahuan did her hair very frequently.
"Sister Huan, I know a hairstylist, let me introduce you to try it! Half price is no problem," Ding Fan said.
"Am I short of money?" Wu Yahuan asked.
"Hey, I have time anyway, so I'll go do your hair with you."
"Well, I'll be waiting for you downstairs in Fuyao in an hour. Call me via mobile phone." Wu Yahuan happily agreed and hung up the video at the same time.
Zhang Xueyan went to work on time, was busy and diligent, and even corrected Cai Xin's pronunciation. She received unanimous praise from a total of four people from top to bottom, and the work of the business department was on the right track.
During this period, Mo Yuhong came to ask about Zhang Xueyan's situation. She didn't have a good impression of this former secretary to the board of directors of Jiuding Group. When she went to negotiate, she often received cold looks and blank looks from this woman.
At that moment, at this moment, Zhang Xueyan came to apply for a job sincerely and should accept this talent. Mo Yuhong only came to remind him and did not interfere too much.
The transfer message came from the mobile phone, which was 2.5 million. Wu Yahuan saved the money in a round amount and kept the remaining hundreds of thousands as pocket money.
Ding Fan was very happy and went downstairs early to wait. It was obvious that Wu Yahuan did not want to enter Fuyao Building, nor did he want to say hello to Bai Yifei and Cai Cai.
Soon, Wu Yahuan, riding a motorcycle and wearing a helmet, appeared in front of the building.
Ding Fan quickly ran out, sat in the back seat, directed Wu Yahuan to turn, and drove directly into the small street.
This scene happened to be seen by Cai Cai, who was standing in front of the window. She got angry for no reason and scolded Ding Fan hundreds of times in her heart.
With their arms so close, even ghosts would not believe that the relationship between this couple is pure.
Yes, Leng Ling'er doesn't believe it!
Not far after riding the motorcycle, Ding Fan shouted to stop, this is it!
Seeing the sign of Huang Yongping Studio, Wu Yahuan raised his eyebrows and raised a smile, "Is this opened by Huang Yongping?"
"Yes, I have 20% of the shares." Ding Fan nodded.
"Did this kid have a brain cramp? He actually opened a hair salon." Wu Yahuan was unbelievable. The son of the dignified Chairman Huang has fallen into such a degenerate state that each generation is really worse than the last.
In fact, Wu Yahuan also wanted to say that Ding Fan's brain was also cramped. If you invest in this guy, you will lose money, but he didn't have the heart to say it.
Ding Fan's investment philosophy is almost at the level of a primary school student. There is no guarantee that he will not invest in a public toilet next time in a small restaurant or a small hair salon.
"Sister Huan, there is no distinction between high and low in work. Brother Huang likes to do his hair upside down. This is also his hobby." Ding Fan said.
"I will support the place where you invest. But I have to change the place. I can't trust him!" Wu Yahuan frowned.
"Sister Huan, I'm not asking you to do an experiment, but Huang Yongping's craftsmanship is really good!"
"He didn't open a studio before, but my hair style was also very good!" Wu Yahuan said angrily, with his hands on his hips, "Anyway, I won't let him design my hair style!"
"Why?"
"What a shame!" Wu Yahuan said angrily. She still can't forget the photo of her being rejected by Huang Yongping on a blind date, which has become an indelible stain in her life.
"Sister Huan, don't worry, his mind will definitely not remember you!" Ding Fan pointed to his head.
As he was talking, he saw Ding Fan from the window and Huang Yongping hurriedly ran out. His hair was very cool, and he had colorful popcorn, as if he had just been fried in a frying pan.
Wu Yahuan couldn't help but be stunned. With her many years of experience in hairdressing, it would take at least two days to make such a special hair style.
It seems, really good.
"Brother Huang!" Ding Fan greeted.
"Haha, brother is here. I was thinking about you just now. Did you feel it and sneezed several times?" Huang Yongping laughed.
"Your relationship is really close!" Wu Yahuan snorted.
"That's a pure and good gay friend!" Huang Yongping did not deny it, and asked: "Brother, is this your new girlfriend?"
It is not difficult to tell from the expression that Huang Yongping does not know Wu Yahuan at all. As for the photo blind date, he has long forgotten about it.
Before Ding Fan could answer, Wu Yahuan hugged his arms and warned: "I am Ding Fan's girlfriend. Remember, don't touch him."
"How stingy, I actually touched you, and I secretly kissed no one else!" Huang Yongping said, holding Ding Fan's shoulder affectionately with one hand, and giving a thumbs up with the other hand, "Brother,
I really admire you, I change my girlfriend more frequently than I change my clothes."
Can you choke to death without talking nonsense?
Sure enough, Ding Fan saw that Wu Yahuan's eyes were filled with fire, and he punched Huang Yongping on the back. If this was not Huang Fu's son, he would definitely be beaten with a black nose and a swollen face.
"Brother Huang, stop making trouble, this is Huanhuan, come to experience your hair styling." Ding Fan said.
"Hey, my sister-in-law is a discerning girl at first glance. I guarantee you will be satisfied."
Huang Yongping slapped his chest vigorously, his face full of excitement. It can be seen that there are no customers to do his hair at all. The wait is really anxious!
Wu Yahuan, however, felt as if he was on a pirate ship and felt very uneasy. Finally, he parked his motorcycle and followed him in. However, two young hairstylists inside ran out and moved the motorcycle to the window with smiles on their faces.
Down.
They knew this motorcycle, which was worth more than two million yuan. They couldn't afford to pay for it if it was lost, so they had to keep it under their noses.
The room is very clean, and there are three high-end massage chairs side by side. Huang Yongping said that this was his idea, so that you can enjoy a relaxing massage during the hairdressing process.
After letting Wu Yahuan sit down, Huang Yongping looked like a master, with a meticulous expression. He first checked the hair quality, then took a comb, briefly combed it a few times, and commented: "Dry hair is damaged, so it is not suitable to do hair all the time. At most.
Keep it once a month. If you don’t keep up with the care, the stray hair must be cut off. Hey, the discoloration is very serious. If you are short of money, tell my brother, don’t use low-quality hair dye. You will cry when you develop baldness.
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What a lot of nonsense! I wonder which unlucky woman will marry this guy in the future!
"How often do you get your hair done?" Wu Yahuan asked sideways.
"I have oily hair. Don't mention it. If I don't take care of it for three days, I won't be able to comb it." Huang Yongping shook the popcorn all over his head.