Super Species Player

Chapter 112 Reunion

If Wang Fugui is still alive, then all Jiang Qian's previous considerations will be invalid.

The other party is likely to use their tricks to lure official personnel to visit, and then try to catch a turtle in a jar and retaliate. There are many such extremely narcissistic and arrogant criminals. After entering the industry, Jiang Qian encountered more than one.

So if he comes to the door now, he is playing into the opponent's hands.

But Jiang Qian immediately gave up this bold conjecture.

First of all, all the details in the "Ace" copy at that time are still vivid in his mind. Jiang Qian firmly believed in his own observations and judgments of Wang Fugui's subconscious micro-expressions and emotional reactions.

Secondly, the interaction between Wang Fugui and Dr. Dai, Wang Fugui's surprise after being stabbed in the back, and Dr. Dai's eagerness to silence Wang Fugui when he saw that Wang Fugui was about to reveal important information, do not seem to be a means of "easy to meet each other in the future".

Unless the two of them are acting.

That makes even more sense: Who are you acting for?

Give it to him? There were only three of them left as players at that time.

Not to mention how incredible the acting skills of Wang Fugui and Dr. Dai are. The copy of "Ace" is a game of death and no life. In front of a person with a very low chance of survival, if you are acting at full power, where is the opponent's motivation? ?

Jiang Qian's brain was running rapidly and he quickly ruled out this extremely small but dangerous possibility.

At this time, young stylist Ajie also responded to his needs:

"Normally, I rarely accept such tests, but since I am a guest who is here to teach me, I will make a special case for you this time."

“Thank you so much!”

"You're welcome, do you want to do it today?" Ajie said with a slight hesitation, "Have you heard about our fees before?"

This is because he is afraid that he will not be slaughtered.

Jiang Qian immediately dismissed the other party's concerns and changed his tone of discussion: "I will go back to the company to pay the bill, and you can also help with a discount. After all, I am a poor intern and have no experience in maxing out my credit card..."

"Okay, let's make a half-count first, and then we'll calculate the total accounts when the rightful owner of your family comes." The young stylist showed generous care for his peers, "Let's register first."

That's not how the general ledger is used... Jiang Qian couldn't help but complain in his heart.

So the two of them returned to the bar, registered first, and then settled before leaving.

When the little girl saw the new order, she immediately became much more enthusiastic. She looked at Jiang Qian as if she were looking at a big fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered. But when Ajie said "get half off", the little girl's smile suddenly collapsed.

"Ahem," Ajie coughed to cover up his embarrassment and told the little girl, "This is the last order today. You pack your schoolbag, go home and do your homework, and put up the closing sign when you go out."

"Oh!" the little girl pouted.

Ajie smiled and turned to Jiang Qian: "Come with me and wash your hair first."

"good."

The little girl was packing her things at the bar, while Jiang Qian and Ajie walked inside.

"Are you siblings?" Jiang Qian asked casually.

"Oh, that's right."

"Does it usually close so early?"

"Absolutely. I'm the only one here. I take two or three orders every day, and the money I earn for food and clothing is enough." Ajie said with a smile.

At this price, it's enough to cover food and clothing for a month... Jiang Qian nodded and sat down on the recliner.

Ajie fiddled with the shampoo bottle a few times in the back, and after Jiang Qian lay down, he started to pour water into the pool.

From the perspective of spiritual vision, Ajie's action of placing the bottle seemed a bit redundant.

But when the other party's hand touched his scalp, Jiang Qian realized what the other party had just done - there was a trace amount of "drug" remaining on Ajie's hand.

Although the dose is very small, Jiang Qian can still keenly identify its ingredients and judge its effectiveness: this dose will cause a temporary loss of touch in the human body.

"Is this water temperature okay?" Ajie moved very carefully. He used his palms to let the water from the nozzle wet Jiang Qian's hair, and gradually adapted to the temperature. This would avoid sudden cold or heat irritating the scalp.

"Can."

"Okay," Ajie started to shampoo, holding the back of Jiang Qian's head, starting from the side of the ears, and cleaning carefully, with gentle but meticulous movements, which was better than some female technicians' hands.

"It's so comfortable. My artist sister cares about the service experience. She should be satisfied with you."

Ajie's hand shook slightly, causing a small amount of water to spill into his right ear: "If you are dissatisfied with it, tell me."

"Everything is fine for now, don't be too nervous." Jiang Qian opened his eyes and looked at Ajie.

Their eyes met, Ajie's nervousness was conveyed through his fingers, and Jiang Qian calmly closed his eyes.

"What do you think of my hair quality? Does it need maintenance?"

"You are still very young, your hair is of good quality, and the hair follicles on your scalp are also quite healthy. You don't need to use excessive force for maintenance. Just pay attention to keeping it clean and don't stay up late." When talking about professional matters, Ajie became more relaxed.

"I didn't take the initiative to sell care products. They are well received and professional~" Jiang Qian asked again, "How long have you been studying with Teacher Wang?"

"Five years."

"It's been so long, no wonder you're so confident. How long has Teacher Ajie been debuting?" The information Jiang Qian is asking now is not available online. He needs to know more about Ajie so that he can more accurately judge the relationship between him and Wang Fugui.

Regarding Wang Fugui's matter, Ajie must be hiding something, and as long as there is information output, flaws will inevitably be exposed.

"Two years." Ajie said.

This time period coincides with the opening of the BJ's main store, which is perfect.

And it's not easy to lie about this kind of time, it's easy to find out.

In other words: It is very possible that two years ago, after Ajie became a disciple, Wang Fugui went to BJ to open the main store of Life and Death Studio, and then successively opened chain stores across the country.

So if Ajie didn't lie, from two years ago to seven years ago, Wang Fugui and Ajie had a strong master-disciple relationship, and the "Morning and Dying Studio" had not yet been opened.

At that time, besides teaching students, what else was Wang Fugui doing?

Jiang Qian's thoughts jumped a little far.

After the hair was wrapped in a towel and wiped, I heard Ajie's reminder: "It's washed, come on."

Jiang Qian stood up and rubbed his right ear.

"Um……"

Ajie took Jiang Qian to sit in front of the mirror.

A pair of silent pulleys were pulled over and waiting at hand, containing a variety of sharp weapons.

Blow dry your hair first.

Then, Ajie bent down and discussed the hair design with Jiang Qian:

"Do you have a style you want to try? Or an ideal image positioning? You can describe it to me and we will study the achievable effects."

Like any professional stylist, Ajie followed the procedure and asked Jiang Qian what he wanted.

Jiang Qian began to pose difficult questions to the other party: "I don't have any ideas and would like to hear your suggestions."

This is completely reasonable, because his current role is to test the service level of his own artists.

Ajie glanced at the shiny silver tool in his hand.

He pondered for a moment and said: "Your image is actually very good, better than some artists I have seen, and you can control a variety of styles. If I were to suggest it, I would tend to base it on the style you are used to, and appropriately It embodies a bit of popular elements to add new ideas.”

"In this way, you don't need to suddenly challenge the switching of images, causing an unexpected sense of gap. At the same time, you can try the integration of some fresh elements. If you are not satisfied, it will also facilitate subsequent adjustments and make gradual adjustments. What do you think?"

"Okay, that's it."

Hearing Jiang Qian's approval, Ajie breathed a sigh of relief and was silent for two seconds.

Then I reached for the scissors in the roller cart next to me...

Under the shroud of spiritual vision, a little sweat broke out on Ajie's forehead. I don't know if it was the fatigue of serving customers continuously, or there was another reason.

However, at this moment, a vehicle parked quietly outside the store caught Jiang Qian's attention.

It was a black Mercedes-Benz. The driver's door opened and a tall man wearing a black trench coat stepped out.

He wore a hat, mask and sunglasses to completely cover his face. Even Jiang Qian's spiritual vision couldn't see through the cover and see the other party's face clearly.

Obviously, it’s the function of the props.

Hats, glasses, masks, and windbreakers all play a role in concealing one's identity and cannot be penetrated by Jiang Qian's "sight".

--uninvited guest.

At this time, there were only two people in the "Life and Death" store, Jiang Qian and Ajie, and the half-grown girl at the front desk was sent away in advance by Ajie.

Before she left, she hung a closing sign on the door as Ajie said.

However, the people who got off the car ignored the word "closing", pushed the door in, and slowly stepped onto the carpeted stairs.

It was a pair of well-made Italian brand leather shoes, which showed that the other party had good taste and superior living resources.

Was it the little girl who ran out to report the news? The code word Ajie handed her? It's impossible. I didn't notice the abnormality in this aspect... Could it be that I missed some key information?

Jiang Qian quickly reviewed the situation while paying attention to the movements above his head and at the door!

Behind him, Ajie combed a small lock of hair with his fingers...

The other hand held up the scissors.

The two blades opened up and made a slight friction sound. His action of holding the scissors seemed a little heavier than when he served the lady just now.

"Teacher Ajie."

"What, what's wrong?"

Jiang Qian's sudden voice made Ajie, who was concentrating on his work, suddenly come back to his senses.

At the same time, the scissors in his hand paused, and the tightly held hair gradually slipped out between his fingers.

Jiang Qian looked at Ajie through the mirror: "It seems like someone is coming at the door."

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