Rebirth In Junior High School Campus: The Strongest Black Belly Business Woman

On this day, Wei Sheng stood inside the door of his barber shop, watching the creative hairdressing on the diagonally opposite side of the road open, the red firecrackers crackling, and the six opening flower baskets in front of the door were dazzling.

Ding Huihong and his son Xu Yi squatted on the ground to heat up a large pot of rice. The former was using an electric stove to fry the shredded potatoes in the pan, while the latter was responsible for serving the rice for everyone.

Since Ding Huihong's haircut was settled in Lichun, her son who went to school nearby also came to eat a big pot of rice almost every noon and night, just like the mother and daughter Wei Sheng in the previous life.

Yang Lichun came back from the creative hairdressing on the other side of the road, and his face was not so pretty. Finally, after Wei Jiefang’s inquiry, he said, “Although Lao Qian’s perm cream and hair dye lotion were packaged and labeled, I knew it was. My prescription."

Hearing this, everyone looked at Yang Lichun in astonishment. Ding Huihong's face was unsightly and said, "I'll just say what's going on with the surname Sun. I always run here, and I have to play with our bottles every time I come. Can? How did you make this idea?"

Wei Jiefang also frowned, and finally shook his head, "I have asked him when I saw Xiaosun helping you before. He said that I had done a small job in a hairdresser and I didn't take it seriously... No! I'm looking for it. Go old money!"

Yang Lichun hurriedly grabbed him, "Don't tell me, there's no way to tell! Besides, why should we say that they stole the teacher? It's not just my family who can dispense potions."

It turned out that Sun Haolei, Qian Chuang's little buddy, has been working in hair salons since he was a teenager, but now he is nearly 30 years old and has long been a student. After having the craftsmanship, I have always wanted to start a hair salon by myself, but I have no original funds.

Qian Chuang quit his job and went to work in a factory. In the end, he lost his money. He also wanted to do something more. After all, his life was not as easy and worry-free as he said, his daughter's tuition and his wife's expenses. It will be borne by him.

Seeing Wei Jiefang's family live a prosperous life, Qian Chuang was naturally a little envious and jealous. When I came to the Lichun Hair Salon that day, it suddenly occurred to me that I happened to have a little buddy who could haircut, that is, Sun Haolei.

He called him and called people to the hair salon to sit down, and there was also the scene where Wei Sheng retrieved the report card and saw Qian Chuang and Sun Haolei in his hair salon.

Afterwards, the two of them had a bit of capital in one hand, and the other had no capital in craftsmanship. Naturally, they hit it off.

Especially when Sun Haolei fiddled with Yang Lichun's bottle and cans room that day and found that she was actually making the potion by herself.

So after that, Sun Haolei often took the money and rushed to the Lichun Hair Salon to sit down. During the period, he also helped with work, observing her preparation as much as possible.

Now, Qian Chuang and Sun Haolei opened their own hair salon, just across the small road in front of Yang Lichun's house, next to the vegetable market. After all, this is the place where the entire community gathers people, and according to Qian Chuang when discussing with Yang Lichun, business must be gathered to flourish.

However, Qian Chuang's cost is obviously more sufficient, the door face is bigger, the store is bigger, and the decoration is more comfortable, but the price is comparable to that posted by Yang Lichun's home.

Now things were still stolen from Yang Lichun's house, and the fire held in Wei Jiefang's heart couldn't help it.

Luckily, he just sent two flower baskets to Qian Chuang!

Finally, under Yang Lichun's persuasion, Wei Jiefang had to stop his anger and sit down to eat. During the dinner, everyone was a little bit ignorant.

On the day Qian Chuangjia opened, the daily income of Lichun Barbershop dropped significantly.

Because it catches up with the New Year, the business turnover can reach more than two or three hundred yuan when it is good every day, and when it is bad, it can also increase by one hundred yuan. Although it is not a net profit, it is more than a hard job in a month.

But on the day of Qian Chuang’s opening, Lichun Haircut only received three jobs, two of which were men’s haircuts for five yuan each, and they were repeat customers for Yang Lichun’s craftsmanship.

In the evening, the total turnover of the day was 30 yuan.

Taking the rent, workers' funding, and water and electricity costs of the Lichun Hair Salon, excluding the food cost of the big pot of rice, the daily cost is about 30 yuan, so that it is still a loss.

"Aunt Yang, don't get angry, it's really impossible. I sneaked up with my uncle to throw bricks at his house at night! Let him not open it tomorrow!" Xu Yi saw Yang Lichun frowning all day, and began to persuade him.

Yang Lichun was amused by him, "This boy! Let's not do that wicked thing, they can do whatever they want!"

This is the most ruthless thing Yang Lichun has said since he met Qian Chuang and was driven into desperation by his repeated unkind practices.

Ding Huihong also scolded her son with a smile. Everyone thought that it would be over, but they didn't see Xu Yijiligulu secretly calculating eyes.

At this time, Wei Sheng received a call from Yuan Chunbo. When she hung up, she asked her mother for leave, saying that she was going to pick up something from a classmate, and she would be back later.

Since his test scores have improved by leaps and bounds, Yang Lichun has also relaxed a lot on Wei Sheng.

When I left the Lichun Hair Salon, I saw Yuan Chunbo's black Toyota parked under a tree not far away.

Wei Sheng stepped forward and opened the car door to get into the co-pilot's seat, and the car drove out of the community, swaying aimlessly on the road.

Because street lights have not been built on this section of the road, the black cars are almost in harmony with the night.

"I don't know what tricks the people above Ganbo have done. The party has already kicked Li Xianzong out. Our previous plan is probably not feasible." Yuan Chunbo threw the cigarette **** out of the window with his fat fingers, opening his first sentence. Wei Sheng frowned.

"Is Li Xianzong kicked out like this?" In her original plan, Yuan Chunbo made great contributions to the killing of Gan Bo, and there is a high chance that it will be reused by Li Xianzong.

According to Yuan Chunbo's previous analysis with her, Li Xianzong now has no identity as Zhengxun, but he is still a member of the Uyghur Party, and the chain of internal relations has not been broken. Without the Zhengxunzhi coat, he is likely to support his subordinates to put on this coat. From the perspective of the trusted people around Li Xianzong, Yuan Chunbo is undoubtedly suitable.

However, it is obviously not reliable to place hopes on others, so regardless of Li Xianzong's intentions, Yuan Chunbo will actively hope to intervene in a certain position of Zhengxun governance, and ask Li Xianzong to help him find a relationship. In this way, Li Xianzong will inevitably consider using Yuan Chunbo as his protection for Zhengxun governance, and Yuan Chunbo has just made this great achievement, and it is understandable even if he is greedy in his request. After all, greedy talents are more suitable for control.

In this way, even if Yuan Chunbo has a solid status in the Zhiwei party, it is enough to replace Li Xianzong who is about to be killed. But unexpectedly, the situation seemed a bit out of control, and Li Xianzong was out early.

"Guess who did Li Xianzong have an appointment tonight?" Before Wei Sheng asked, he continued, "New secretary, Ge Yuanshui!"