"Brother, would you like to apply for a card? Top up 2,000 and get 500, which guarantees you won't lose your hair in your life!" Others use poisonous insects to raise voodoo, but Chen Wang relies on haircuts to cultivate voodoo!
The richest man is bald and seeking medical treatment? A bottle of special shampoo mixed with "hair growth poison" made the boss cry bitterly on his head of thick black hair, and offered tens of millions of luxury cars to befriend him.
The rich second-generation scumbag is arrogant and bullying? The "bad luck poison" slipped under one of his hairs, and the scumbag drank water and stuffed it between his teeth. He saw something strange every night, and he knelt at the door of the barber shop all night long, kowtowing and begging for mercy.
Chen Wan relies on a pair of scissors to cut off the evil fate in the world, and uses his craft to wash away bad luck. Attracting wealthy daughters, aloof female CEOs, and top female celebrities to line up every day to have their hair washed by him!
Chen Wan tossed the towel in his hand helplessly: "I really just want to get a haircut in peace, why do you have to force me to do it?"
