Almighty Star Daddy

Han Mo was happy to agree, and Happy Valley was happy to give him the money. 50,000 yuan was quickly obtained, but he was a little helpless when he saw the money. In the past, money was just a number to him, and work was no longer for money, but a kind of work. A sense of achievement is a reputation and a status. Now, looking at the money, I can't help but sigh in my heart, saying that money is a bastard, but it looks so good.

He paid a year's rent, and set aside the living expenses of the little guy's kindergarten, and there was not much left of 50,000 yuan. If you want a decent life, you must hurry up and find a job.

The original main education has no academic qualifications, and work experience is required without work experience. A lot of time is not used in the right place, and it is useless to think about it.

But now is not the time to criticize the original owner. Han Mo was walking on the most prosperous Central Street in Beidu and made a few job-seeking calls. When others heard about his academic qualifications and work experience, they directly rejected him without even giving him a chance for an interview.

I thought that 50,000 yuan was not much, but after paying the rent and keeping the tuition fees, there would always be some surplus. I didn't expect that the northern capital of this world was the same as where he lived. The rent was terribly expensive. Qian, looking at the hurrying crowd on the street, also quickened his pace unconsciously.

On both sides of the Central Street stand the best and best restaurants, bars, shopping malls, and shops in Beidu. As long as they can operate here, no matter what business they do, they must be top-notch in Beidu. , of course, the price is also top-notch.

Han Mo was a little aimless, and he didn't have much money on him. It was no problem to support him for a month. It wasn't necessary to get a job today, but he couldn't do anything like sitting around at home for a minute.

In his previous life, although he was a top stylist in country Z, all his achievements were the same, and it was impossible to achieve it overnight. He still remembers the days when he first worked in the store. Although he was working hard at that time, he was very happy. Every day, he was in contact with different people. It's good to study technology, there is no intrigue.

Han Mo thought about it, and unknowingly, he had walked to the front of a store, looked up at the sign, "Nantian style".

A small two-story building looks simple and elegant from the outside. This kind of location, this kind of decoration, do not have to think too much about the price. In the past life, as long as you went to this high-end facade, you could see your own photos. It is a pity that the industry leaders are treated here, and the money in their pockets is not even enough to spend.

Han Mo shook his head with a wry smile, and was about to leave. There was a fierce quarrel in the store. It wasn't a quarrel, but one person was losing his temper, while everyone else was explaining something with Yan Yue.

The glass door is not very soundproof, and Han Mo used to be in this industry. After listening to a sentence or two, he could understand why the man lost his temper. When he heard a key word, he took the steps he was about to turn around and left, and hesitated. .

"If you don't give me an explanation today, old...I won't leave yet." Meng Si stroked the back of his head in the air. The place where the braids were originally was now empty, and the anger in his heart grew even stronger. Victory, "Just tell me to change the look. Who told you to cut all your hair, who gave you the rights." Meng Si said with his hands on his hips.

In the face of Meng Si's accusations, the unlucky stylist just stood helplessly, letting the powerful characters in front of him, who looked like men but not women, vent.

Meng Si's anger was not dispelled because the other party was silent. On the contrary, he pinched the orchid and pointed at his hair even more angrily, "1880, do you think it's worth the price? I don't care which big name you cut your hair for, just ask. You, me, it's worth it."

At this time, what the hair stylist said was wrong, so he simply didn't say it. The store manager was embarrassed by what Meng Si said. Their store is the most high-end store in the entire northern capital, and the people who come to them are generally celebrities, celebrities, socialites, and celebrities. In short, they are all public figures. Anyone can come with a smile and return with satisfaction. It is this monstrous man who can toss a little moth every time.

Hair stylists are afraid of him.

Seeing that no one spoke up, Meng Si was thin and small, and his voice raised an octave again, "If you don't give me a satisfactory result today, no one will want to get off work."

Meng Si sat down on the sofa chair, putting on a fighting posture.

The hair stylist kept busy looking for opportunities. She was also desperate for what the manager could do. She whispered to the hair stylists left and right, and all she got was shaking her head, "I won't go."

Meng Si was furious, "There's no one left, right? You Nantian Modeling is a self-proclaimed leader in the industry, and now there's no one, right?"

There was a depressing silence in the store...even the sound of breathing became obvious.

"Yes!" Han Mo had already pushed in the door.

He is tall and conspicuous standing at the door. Everyone's eyes are all looking in the direction of the voice. The manager heard that someone was willing to take the order, and was secretly happy. He thought it was the hair stylist in the store, but it turned out to be a stranger. It really doesn't look like someone who has the ability to serve the uncle on the sofa well.

"Who are you?" Before the manager could speak, Meng Si spoke first, squinting his charming eyes and exuding a feminine aura.

Han Mo didn't look at Meng Si carefully outside the door just now. He just saw a figure and thought it was a woman. When he walked in, he found out that this guy is a man. It's just this gesture... But Han Mo also said this. No surprise, just glanced at it without any change in expression.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I can satisfy you." Han Mo was confident and calm, and everyone present gasped. of.

Meng Si curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a wicked smile. He was a little surprised by the certainty expressed by the handsome young man in front of him, but also knew that behind this confidence was not learning from Lei Feng and doing good deeds, "What are your conditions? ?"

"You want to give me the same price." Han Mo could already hear the whispers of the people around him, and there were even people mocking him without any scruples.

Meng Si stood up from the sofa chair, pinched the orchid finger, and said coldly, "Young man, why are you?"

"It's my worth."

"Hahaha." After a burst of laughter, Meng Si put away his expression, "Yes, I will give it to you, provided that you are really worth it."

Han Mo didn't speak any more, and went straight to the hair stylist whom Meng Si scolded just now, "Can you lend me your tools?"

The hair stylist was stunned for a moment, and then he felt a little happy. No matter whether this ignorant guy could satisfy Meng Si's cut or not, he didn't need to listen to the scolding anymore, and quickly replied, "Yes."

Meng Si was sitting in front of the mirror in the center of the first floor. That position was the position of the chief hair stylist who cut his hair, and he was also the most expensive hair stylist in Beidu.

The assistant in the store had the vision to re-dress Meng Si's apron, and stepped aside. The hair stylists exchanged glances. They didn't believe that Han Mo could satisfy Meng Si, and they couldn't fix Meng Si's hair. , there will be no one else in the entire northern city who can do it, dare to volunteer to cut Meng Si's hair, and is beyond their own power.

Han Mo stood behind Meng Si, looked at Meng Si in the mirror, and said calmly, "Your cheekbones are high, your face is slender, and the sideburns on both sides should not be too short, just stay where your cheekbones are, and your forehead is narrow. And when the temples collapse, you need to use bangs to modify the face. There are also short people who try to make the top of their heads fluffy and increase the height a little."

Han Moyue said that Meng Si's face became more ugly, and it was about to explode. The employees in the store surrounding the mirror couldn't help but widen their eyes. This was the first time someone dared to say Meng Si had high cheekbones, collapsed temples, and short stature. These are facts.

Meng Si's hand under the cloth has already raised his fists. If he is not satisfied when the scissors go down, he will tear off the cloth and slap it on Han Mo's face.

Han Mo was very calm. In his previous life, he had seen more than Meng Si's weird head, and there were countless stars who were more difficult to handle than Meng Si. The scissors moved nimbly in his hand, and as the short black hair fell to the ground, Meng Si's hair fell to the ground. Si's clenched fists that were ready to explode gradually loosened.

The disdainful smiles on the faces of the surrounding hair stylists disappeared, and their expressions became serious.

Han Mo put down the scissors, picked up the hair dryer, and did the final steps. The hair dryer was not for styling. The hair he cut never needed special styling in the later stage, just to blow off the broken hair. The wind stopped, and Han Mo hooked like a smile but not a smile. He pouted and stared at the work in the mirror.

"It's great, why haven't I seen you in Beidu before?" The hair stylist behind Han Mo couldn't help but exclaim.

They couldn't wait any longer. They hurriedly gathered around and studied the hairstyle that they couldn't cut. He used the hairstyle to cover up the flaws of Meng Si's face. At this moment, they forgot that the person sitting here was Meng Si. In admiration for Han Mo.

"Have you seen this technique before studying in the United States?"

"I've never seen it before, this style is completely self-contained."

"Without ten years, there will never be such a foundation."

"But looking at his appearance, his oldest is 28 years old."

"Aesthetic, his beauty and skill combine so well."

After a few hair stylists talked in a low voice, they couldn't help looking at Han Mo, who was already standing beside him.

Han Mo heard what they said. Whether it was the contempt before or the surprise and worship now, it means nothing to Han Mo.

Meng Si Neng stood up from the large working chair, and tore off the cloth on his body and threw it aside. The hair stylists were chatting non-stop on his head as if they were studying head molds, which made him a little crazy. .

Meng Si's reaction made the already relaxed hair stylist nervous again. The manager took a deep breath. Couldn't he be satisfied with such a high level? The manager's brain was racing, thinking about the next words.

But this time Meng Si didn't walk towards her, but walked directly in front of Han Mo. All the people in the store moved with Meng Si's movements. They held their breath and didn't dare to speak. Are they going to get angry again?

Han Mo coldly looked at Meng Si, who was a head shorter than him and walked towards him with anger on his face.