I'm asking you to find a job, and you're acting like the King of Hell calling roll?

Chengjiang City, a pedestrian street bustling with people.

Two young men walked out of a shopping mall side by side.

One of the men, whose face was covered in acne, was cursing.

"Damn it, today is such a bad day."

"I was scammed out of 500 yuan as soon as I came out."

She turned to look at the handsome man beside her.

With concern, she asked, "Are you... alright?"

Both of them were employees at a nearby factory.

The handsome man is named Chen Chuyang, and the man with acne all over his face is named Zhang Jiang.

Just last night.

Chen Chuyang's girlfriend of several years broke up with him.

On the surface, he kept saying he didn't care.

But Zhang Jiang knew that he had barely slept a wink last night.

He tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, constantly scrolling through his chat history with his girlfriend.

To comfort my good friend.

Zhang Jiang took advantage of his day off to accompany him out shopping and relax.

But unexpectedly, just half an hour ago...

An uncle handing out flyers on the street led the two of them to a beauty salon under the pretense of offering free umbrellas.

At first, they said the event was free, but at the end, they said only half of the face was free.

The other half of the face will cost 500 yuan.

This caused Chen Chuyang, who was already unhappy, to finally explode in anger and start arguing with the other party.

However, there were simply too many of them.

In the end, they had no choice but to obediently pay and leave.

The more Chen Chuyang thought about what had just happened, the angrier he became.

His fists were clenched, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Never mind, consider it a loss to avoid further trouble."

Zhang Jiang patted him on the shoulder: "I'll treat you to hot pot later."

But after taking only a few steps, a man blocked his way.

"Hey handsome guys, wait a minute."

The business at the trendy hair salon is not doing well.

Store manager Zhang Jiaquan instructed his employees to go to the pedestrian street to attract customers.

The man with dyed yellow hair noticed that Zhang Jiang and Chen Chuyang were both quite young.

She then stepped forward with a smile and said, "Our shop is currently having a promotion, and renowned hairstylists will design hairstyles based on your face shapes."

"You don't necessarily need to get a haircut, just go and have a look."

"If you're not satisfied with the hairstyle we designed for you, you can just leave."

Chen Chuyang pretended not to see it with a cold face and wanted to walk away.

But Zhang Jiang, who had always wanted to get a new hairstyle, couldn't help but be tempted.

"Free hair styling?"

"Yes, yes, completely free."

Seeing that he had a chance, the blond-haired man continued, "Today is our store's anniversary."

"We specially invited several top-notch hairstylists from other places; they are all internationally renowned hairstylists."

"Many of the celebrities' hairstyles on TV were designed by them."

Zhang Jiang frowned, somewhat doubtful.

"Do the stylists who work for celebrities design our hair for free?"

"It certainly wouldn't have been free before. Now that our store is having an anniversary celebration, even though it's called free, it's actually our store that's covering the cost."

The blond-haired man laughed and said, "As long as you're satisfied, just help us spread the word later."

Zhang Jiang and Chen Chuyang were both students who had recently graduated from school.

They are completely unaware of some of the tricks and schemes in society.

I think what the other person said is quite credible.

So he looked at Chen Chuyang and said, "Why don't we go take a look?"

"They said it would be a free hair styling service, and if you weren't satisfied, you wouldn't have to pay."

Chen Chuyang didn't seem to care.

He nodded coldly and followed them.

There were quite a few people getting their hair done at the salon, but for some reason, they all had long faces.

After the two entered the store.

They were then warmly welcomed by the shop assistant and seated down.

Chen Chuyang, who was initially quite angry, was actually calmed down a lot because of the shop assistant's enthusiasm.

Finally, a smile appeared on his face.

I thanked the employee who poured me the tea.

"What's your name, handsome guy?"

Zhang Jiaquan came to serve Chen Chuyang.

With her hands resting on the back of his chair and a smile plastered on her face, she asked, "Do you have a hairstyle you like, or would you like us to design it for you?"

"No."

Chen Chuyang smiled and shook his head: "I came with my friend."

"He does it, but I don't."

"Since you're already here, and you're just sitting around anyway, why don't I take a look at it for you?"

He said this without waiting for Chen Chuyang's reaction.

Zhang Jiaquan then tied an apron around his neck.

The other party was nice.

Chen Chuyang thought, since it's free, I might as well take a look.

However, as things unfolded, Chen Chuyang began to feel that something was increasingly amiss.

At first, I was helping him design his hairstyle.

Then, under the pretext of checking his hair texture, she curled his hair.

He then took out a small bottle of medicine and dripped it onto his hair.

Even so, Chen Chuyang smiled good-naturedly.

"I don't need to get my hair done, you don't need to do it for me. I just came with my friend to take a look."

"It's okay, don't be nervous."

Zhang Jiaquan smiled broadly: "It's free, this doesn't cost any money, I'm just taking a look for you."

"After all, the hairstyle has been designed, and we will definitely design the rest for you as well."

"Even if you don't want to work with us later, you can take our plan and work elsewhere."

Chen Chuyang smiled and nodded, then stopped thinking about it.

About fifteen minutes later.

Zhang Jiaquan removed the curls from his head.

He said quite proudly, "How about it? Not bad, right?"

"Our store is currently having an anniversary sale."

"Even if you get your whole head done, it won't be too expensive. Would you like to consider it?"

Chen Chuyang frowned.

Looking at the unusual curly hair on his head.

"Approximately how much does it cost?"

"It won't cost much, and since you're a new user, the whole thing will only cost around three thousand yuan."

As soon as the three thousand yuan was paid, Chen Chuyang knew something was wrong.

But for some reason, he remained remarkably calm.

But the smile from before was gone.

He asked coldly, "If I don't do it, aren't you going to straighten this little bit of hair for me?"

"Your results are great, why don't you do it?"

Zhang Jiaquan made a puzzled expression: "Besides, three thousand yuan isn't expensive."

"A man should live for himself at least once, shouldn't he?"

"Forget it, I don't really want to do it."

As Chen Chuyang spoke, he began to stand up to defuse the situation.

Zhang Jiaquan's smile finally disappeared.

Press down on his shoulder and make him sit down again.

"If you're not going to do it, are you going to straighten your permed hair or cut it off?"

How much does it cost to straighten hair?

"Straightening it costs about three thousand yuan."

"Does this one also cost three thousand?"

"Hmm, it'll cost three thousand too."

"What if we cut it off?"

"Cut it off probably wouldn't be cheap either."

Zhang Jiaquan forced a smile: "So brother, take my advice, let's get our hair permed."

"Okay, then you can do the hot ironing for me."

Chen Chuyang was surprisingly calm.

With a grim face, his fists clenched tighter and tighter under the cloth, and the murderous intent in his eyes was slowly gathering.

An hour later, the perming was finished.

Chen Chuyang didn't say anything.

After paying, he left without paying any attention to Zhang Jiang, who was still getting his hair done.

He turned and walked toward the supermarket next door.

Arriving at the shelf filled with kitchen knives, his eyes showed a desperate struggle.