"Okay, brother, you can provide the base map and we will compare it with the pattern."
The flower-armed young man smiled and explained to Lu Feng.
"I want to get a tattoo of a name and a photo of a person."
Lu Feng paused and said softly.
"Okay, no problem."
"Please show me the base map."
The flower-armed young man nodded immediately, then looked at Lu Feng and asked.
"Who is the best artist in your shop? I want him to get tattoos."
He wanted to have Ji Xueyu's image tattooed on his body.
But he didn't want Ji Xueyu's face to have any flaws.
"this……"
The flower-armed young man paused and hesitated.
"I said, buddy, it's almost done."
"You think this is something you can choose if you want? The prices are different."
The young man who was getting a couple's tattoo sneered when he heard this and muttered something without looking back.
The flower-armed young man said nothing, obviously acquiescing to the young man's intention.
After all, tattoo artists with different skills must have very different prices.
"As long as the tattoo is good, it doesn't matter how much it costs."
Lu Feng nodded slightly but still persisted.
"Haha, you can pay as much as you want..."
"In this tattoo shop in Jiangnan City, a tattooed arm only costs 6,000."
"But in the hands of the owner of this store, a flower arm costs 18,000 yuan, and it's still the kind that doesn't have any color."
The young man sneered and curled his lips to show disdain.
The owner of this store is known as Jiangnan Ghost Hand.
What comes out of a pair of palm prints can definitely maintain a 99% degree of restoration.
The same side of Guan Gong is tattooed on him, and it will seem like he is alive, not angry and self-defeating.
But the high price puts many people away.
Many young people just find an apprentice to get tattoos.
As for the real social bosses, they are not as young as Lu Feng!
"This money should be enough."
Lu Feng nodded, without saying any more nonsense, he opened his wallet and took out some money.
One stack, two stacks, five stacks.
Fifty thousand yuan was slapped on the table, and the store suddenly fell into deathly silence.
The couple who were getting couple tattoos also had their mouths wide open and their faces were full of shock.
Get a tattoo and take out 50,000?
Isn’t this nonsense?
"Can I call you boss now?"
Lu Feng looked at the flower-armed young man and asked softly.
"Brother, come with me."
The flower-armed young man took a deep breath, then picked up the fifty thousand yuan and took Lu Feng directly to the back room.
Several people outside were shocked.
Money is indeed a hard currency.
"Brother Gui, someone offered you fifty thousand to get a tattoo."
After the flower-armed young man walked in, he looked at a middle-aged man and said.
This middle-aged man wears half-sleeves, but his body is very clean. He often gets tattoos, but he doesn't have any tattoos on his body.
But Lu Feng keenly discovered that he had many abnormal scars on his body, which should be left after laser tattoo removal.
"Can."
The middle-aged man stood up immediately, said in a calm tone, and then looked at Lu Feng.
He was not very enthusiastic, nor did he take a second look at the 50,000 yuan in the hand of the flower-armed young man.
Lu Feng didn't say anything and immediately sat on the chair.
"What kind of tattoo do you want?"
The middle-aged man glanced at Lu Feng and asked.
"A name, a picture."
Lu Feng paused and was about to take out his cell phone.
"etc."
The middle-aged man stopped for a moment, and then said, "Let me look at your hands."
Lu Feng was stunned for a moment, but still stretched out his palm and placed it in front of the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man looked at it for half a minute, then stood up and said, "Go back, I can't get a tattoo."
"Um?"
Lu Feng was stunned when he heard this, and looked at the middle-aged man with some confusion.
"Really, I can't get a tattoo, so don't embarrass me."
"I will return the money to you in full."
The middle-aged man waved his hand, and the flower-armed young man gritted his teeth, still reluctant to give up, and placed the fifty thousand yuan in front of Lu Feng.
"Why can't I get a tattoo?"
Lu Feng frowned and asked again.
"Brother, I really can't get a tattoo. If you knew tattoos, you shouldn't ask so many questions."
The middle-aged man stood up and didn't want to explain too much to Lu Feng.
Lu Feng was silent for a few seconds, and then asked: "I heard that capable tattoo artists will look at something."
"Some people can't carry Guan Gong, and some people can't carry gods and Buddhas. If you forcefully carry it, it will only bring bloody disaster to the tattooed person."
"Are you saying that I can't carry this tattoo?"
When Lu Feng said these words, the flower-armed young man glanced at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was silent for a few seconds, then slowly turned his back to Lu Feng, picked up the cigarette case and lit one.
"You can handle all the tattoos in the world."
"But, I don't dare to get a tattoo."
The middle-aged man was silent for a long time, and then he said this.
Lu Feng was a little confused. Did he recognize him? But Lu Feng was wearing a mask now!
"No matter what happens, it has nothing to do with you, just get it tattooed."
"If you want to add money, I can add it too."
Lu Feng paused for a moment and then asked.
"Dude, this isn't about money."
"I can't get a tattoo. I really can't get a tattoo. You can go back, okay?"
The middle-aged man slowly turned around, looked at Lu Feng and asked.
Lu Feng was stunned for a moment, then slowly took off his mask and asked, "I want you to get a tattoo."
"hiss!"
The moment they saw Lu Feng's face, the middle-aged man and the young man with flowery arms gasped at the same time.
"Brother Feng..."
"Brother Feng!"
The two of them lowered their heads to say hello, their whole bodies shaking like chaff.
"Now, can I get a tattoo?"
Lu Feng looked indifferent and asked again.
"Brother Feng, don't force me, I really can't get a tattoo."
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, but Lu Feng still refused.
Lu Feng paused for a few seconds and slowly shook his head.
Now that he has revealed his identity, he still dare not get a tattoo in his middle age.
Then maybe, you really can’t get a tattoo.
"I see."
Lu Feng nodded, stood up and was about to leave.
"Brother Feng, your money."
The middle-aged man quickly caught up and wanted to return the money to Lu Feng.
"Take it."
Lu Feng waved his hand and walked out of the tattoo shop.
"Brother Gui, he..."
The flowery-armed young man was a little confused.
"Don't ask, don't tell."
The middle-aged man waved his hands slightly, took a deep breath, and sat on a chair to smoke quietly.
The couple with tattoos outside were a little confused when they saw Lu Feng going out. Did they get their tattoos done so quickly?
"Daughter-in-law, have you seen that this is a poor person who has no money and is pretending to be cool?"
"I guess after I entered, I couldn't bear to part with the money, so I didn't get a tattoo. Do you believe it?"
The young man rolled his eyes and said with a smile.
"I believe it!" The girl nodded immediately.
The young man with flowery arms stepped forward and snatched the tattoo knife from the tattoo artist's hand.
"roll."
A scolding startled the two of them.
"What's wrong, brother, what have we done?"
The young man was frightened for a moment, and asked while shrinking his neck.
"You have such a mean mouth, stop getting tattoos and get out of here!"
The flower-armed young man snorted coldly, turned and left.