The cannon fodder of Quick Travel got what he wanted

Chu Qiaoyin went to the school to wait for Lin Antang to finish school. He passed by a barber shop which was surrounded by passers-by.

In order to watch the fun, Chu Qiaoyin quietly stopped the car and stuck his head out to take a look.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

In the barber shop, Lin Antang and three other guys seemed like thugs collecting protection money, grabbing people and causing trouble.

Chu Qiaoyin quickly parked the car, struggled to push through the crowd and squeezed in.

"Young Master, what are you doing?" Chu Qiaoyin was confused, looking at Lin Antang holding scissors and a hair dryer, He Xuanrang holding a curling iron, Liu Ruilin's hands covered in hair dye, and Fang Yuyang watching the show with disgust.

The young man who was pressed on the chair was full of resistance, and he couldn't stop shouting: "Help, help——"

"Didn't you see? I was doing his hair." When Lin Antang saw Chu Qiaoyin, he shuddered reflexively, but then he straightened his back when he realized that he was in the right.

Fang Yuyang helped explain: "This person tricked him into doing a Shamatte hairstyle. Antang brought us to his house to ask for an explanation, but he denied it and even argued. In order to teach him a lesson, Antang said he would help him do his hair."

"It's not me, it's really not me, I don't know you at all. What's with the Shamatte style? I don't even know what you are talking about." Dajiang wanted to cry but had no tears, and looked at Chu Qiaoyin as if asking for help.

"You're still quibbling. You said that yellow is a color that suits me best, so you dyed my hair like this and charged me five hundred and eighty-eight." Lin Antang became even angrier and cut his hair again with the scissors.

Dajiang screamed and tried to get up, but was pushed back by Liu Ruilin.

"I don't have a price of 588 here at all. I checked the accounts a few days ago and didn't receive any payment of 588. Did you remember it wrongly? I really didn't cut your hair. If you don't believe me, I'll show you the bill!" When Dajiang heard the price of 588, he became more convinced that Lin Antang didn't dye her hair herself.

"Is there any misunderstanding?" Chu Qiaoyin advised.

"Who do you belong to? You are so mean. How could I lie to you?" Lin Antang glared at him.

Chu Qiaoyin signaled to Liu Ruilin to let the man go, and Dajiang was able to escape. Facing the four men's eager eyes, he immediately took the bill to show him.

"It really wasn't me. You must have made a mistake. You paid with the payment code, right? All the payments here are thirty-five, and the highest is one hundred and twenty." Dajiang was alone, weak, innocent and helpless. He didn't dare to confront them head-on.

As these people were either rich or noble, he would rather suffer a little than offend them.

Lin Antang turned over and over, frowning: "Impossible, I remember your store."

"Are you sure you're not mistaken?" Fang Yuyang saw Dajiang's frank eyes. If he really did that, he would definitely feel guilty. That's not like him at all.

Dajiang paused, then suddenly remembered something. He took out his phone and pulled up photos to show them: "Is this the barber you're talking about?"

He looks exactly like Dajiang in the photo, except for three small moles on his neck and a shaved head. The most important thing is his hairstyle, which is in the Funeral Love style, with black, green and colorful colors.

"Does he have a burn on the back of his hand?" Lin Antang asked.

"Yes, he is my younger brother. He was burned when he was a child and left a scar on the back of his hand." Dajiang wiped the sweat off his forehead and finally figured it out.

"My brother was watching the store yesterday, and I specifically told him that a customer called me...who knew..." Dajiang gritted his teeth, damn it, Xiaojiang, that bastard, made him take the blame.

Who knew that Xiao Jiang pretended to give him advice, cut his hair, dyed his hair, and sold him a set of clothes, charging him five hundred and eighty-eight.

Chu Qiaoyin looked at the four people in silence. The four people also remained silent, and then felt extremely embarrassed.

Isn't this embarrassing? He recognized the wrong person, punched him a few times, and then cut his hair.

Dajiang's head was a mess, with some patches missing here and some more there. One part was shaved off, making it very bald.

Lin Antang's face turned red, he had tricked the wrong person.

Chu Qiaoyin sighed, "Next time, I'll figure it out before I act."

What can I do? I have to clean up Lin Antang's mess.

Chu Qiaoyin and Dajiang went out to socialize. Seeing the one thousand yuan compensation, although Dajiang was still angry, his anger had mostly subsided.

Fortunately, these rich people did not smash the store, so there was no major loss.

The great losses were all caused by himself. Dajiang touched his hair and sighed.

"It was your brother who was at fault first. He messed up my young master's hair like that. Our CEO Lin was so angry that he said he would beat him to death if he didn't get it back." Chu Qiaoyin gave the money, so of course both parties were responsible for half.

Dajiang nodded. There was nothing he could do. As an older brother, he had to bear the consequences of his younger brother's misfortune.

Seeing that the problem was solved, the people who were watching the show left with a sense of unfulfilled desire.

Turning around, she saw Lin Antang being surrounded and scolded by three people. When they saw her come out, the three people smiled apologetically at her embarrassedly.

"Compensation of one thousand will be deducted from your pocket money." Chu Qiaoyin stared at Lin Antang expressionlessly, "You skipped class this afternoon, so you only have ten thousand pocket money."

This week has just begun, and Lin Antang wailed: "What can I do with ten thousand? It's gone in two days."

Chu Qiaoyin pretended not to hear. Lin Antang chirped softly but did not dare to disturb Chu Qiaoyin while he was driving.

Last time, Lin Antang was making a fuss in the car, affecting Chu Qiaoyin's driving, and the two of them almost went to the underworld together.

After being treated coldly by the sullen-faced Chu Qiaoyin for the entire night, Lin Antang never dared to throw a tantrum while she was driving again.

Chu Qiaoyin glanced at Lin Antang who was playing with his phone. "The final exam is coming soon. If you lag behind, Mr. Lin will not only deduct your pocket money, but also hire a tutor for you."

The tutor hired by Mr. Lin was of course different from the one she hired. He was serious and strict, and Lin Antang would definitely suffer.

"You're about to enter the third year of high school, and President Lin will definitely pay more attention to your studies." Chu Qiaoyin kindly reminded Lin Antang that he could still have some fun in the first year of high school and muddle through in the second year, but if he didn't work hard in the third year, Lin Zhen would definitely force Lin Antang to work hard.

Lin Antang listened to it and said, "Mr. Lin also told me that if your grades don't improve, I will also be responsible and I will be fired." Of course, Lin Zhen didn't make such a strong request. She was just fooling Lin Antang.

When Lin Antang heard this, he thought this was not possible. He didn't want his father to hire an old antique to take care of him.

Although Chu Qiaoyin had a bad temper, he and I had common topics and we could chat, and she would not rigidly ask him to do this or that.

Especially the life-saving at the critical moment last time, when Chu Qiaoyin fought four people alone, which left a deep impression on him.

Lin Antang has a strong admiration for Chu Qiaoyin. She can also play games and is a master at them. She can take him to play games and teach him how to be evil.

Unconsciously, Lin Antang began to enumerate Chu Qiaoyin's various advantages in his mind.

Chu Qiaoyin saw his changing expressions and knew that he was considering it, so he didn't say anything more and let him think about it himself.