Chapter 206: Chapter 138 I am not the Key God (Super Long Chapter)_3
Chapter 206: Chapter 138 I am not the Key God (Super Long Chapter)_3
“Spring Eye,” being a top-notch luxury apartment, certainly housed some of Zhang Junfeng’s clients. When Zhou Wang sent the detailed address marked with “7001,” anyone familiar with the building should understand what that apartment number signified.
“How much does Mr. Zhang charge for a regular haircut?” Zhou Wang asked curiously.
“The base rate for outsiders is 12,888, and you have to make an appointment, usually with additional high travel fees for out-of-town clients… Even though it’s pricey, Mr. Zhang is still very busy. Situations where he proactively offers his service like today are rare!” Shell said with a smirk while using her slender fingers to wash Zhou Wang’s hair.
Spending thirteen thousand on a haircut and still facing high demand…
Although Zhou Wang now belonged to the wealthy class that didn’t care about price, he couldn’t help but marvel at the number of rich people in Huaxia!
As the washing concluded, accompanied by a delicate fragrance, Shell naturally moved to the side to massage Zhou Wang’s scalp, but as Zhou Wang inadvertently glanced over, he was momentarily stunned.
Shell was wearing a professional skirt suit, albeit a more flamboyant style with a silk V-neck top. It seemed decent when she stood straight, but as soon as she bent over, a large gap appeared.
The key thing was the tattoo of a flower below her shoulder and neck, but that wasn’t the main point—the main point was—
The loosely buttoned inner garment allowed Zhou Wang a full view of the whole tattoo.
The well-designed flower appeared vivid and lifelike, swaying with her raised arm movements.
Zhou Wang glanced at Shell, who seemed unaware, unsure of how to remind her.
After all, Zhou Wang himself was just a young man with a boyish face, feeling pretty embarrassed.
When Shell moved behind him and slipped her hands from Zhou Wang’s neck to massage his shoulders and back, her neckline kept inadvertently dropping, making Zhou Wang feel a bit awkward, even though it might have been a hidden massage technique…
“Mr. Zhou, I live not far from here; usually, I get off work at 9 PM on weekdays.”
At this moment, Shell’s barely audible voice broke into Zhou Wang’s ear.
Having experienced many temptations, Zhou Wang remained unmoved, intending to sternly dismiss Shell’s delusion. Who knew Shell would add:
“I have tattoos elsewhere too… but I don’t have close friends, so no one has seen them. I don’t know if they’re any good, and I’d love some advice.”
Her voice grew hoarse with grievance.
Huh?
“That’s a shame for you; when I have time next, I’ll help you evaluate them.”
Zhou Wang sighed.
“Okay then, Mr. Zhou…”
…
Due to the home visit service, many tools couldn’t be carried, so the process thereafter ended quickly.
The only thing that astounded Zhou Wang was before the haircut began, to determine the final effect, Zhang Junfeng took a photo of Zhou Wang. Who knew what software he input it into, but he directly created a model of Zhou Wang’s face.
Then he demonstrated extraordinary sketching skills, and after a combination, Zhou Wang could view an approximate effect even before getting his hair cut.
This data would also be saved in Zhang Junfeng’s laptop for use in future services for Zhou Wang.
Zhou Wang could only marvel that indeed everyone’s success had their unique secret, and he willingly added Zhang Junfeng’s contact information, becoming another member on his VIP service list.
“Mr. Zhou, you can contact me for styling at any major events nationwide; if I’m unavailable, I can recommend a professional styling team for you.”
Zhang Junfeng concluded with a smile and a handshake with Zhou Wang.
Under Shell’s watery gaze, Zhou Wang had Chen Mei see them off.
He glanced in the mirror, feeling he looked three times more handsome, even reaching the level of debuting right in Ming City, finally nodding with satisfaction.
After casually changing into a Givanchy casual outfit, Zhou Wang instructed Xu Wenqian, who had returned, to prepare the car, and then he leisurely stepped out the door—
It was time to pick up his number one protégé.
…
Ming City had a dedicated high-speed rail station, but it was in the suburbs several kilometers away. Zhou Wang headed instead to the old train station near the city’s second ring road, where some high-speed rail services also stopped.
Speaking of which, if Yang Hao arrived at the suburban high-speed rail station, Zhou Wang might not have gone personally to pick him up.
Too far, too lazy to bother…
At 5:15 in the afternoon, Zhou Wang spotted Yang Hao striding out of the exit wearing aviator sunglasses and a swagger that screamed dissociation from everyone.
Being from the North, he used to be quite fair, but now visibly tanned, with those overly trendy sunglasses giving him an inexplicable “fashionable guy” vibe.
Although Zhou Wang knew his sunglasses weren’t cheap, Gucci, almost two thousand.
Yang Hao’s family was in the chain restaurant business. During high school, he moved to Yunan Province with his parents, met Zhou Wang while attending Jing City First Middle School, and they hung out together.
Later, he went to college in the Imperial City, after which they parted ways, although they never lost contact, getting together a few times each year.
Back in the day, Zhou Wang envied him for having a two-thousand-a-month allowance in high school, which skyrocketed to eight-thousand in college. Moreover, his mom topped up his university meal card with thirty thousand, reportedly unused by graduation…