“Master, there’s not much work these days. Why don’t you go out and have some fun? You’re going to go crazy from being cooped up here.”
"You've got some nerve, haven't you? These old ladies come every day, doing folk dances and operas. I'm not lonely at all. Besides, where else can I go?"
Master Wang sighed. She dared not go home, because if she did, she would be pressured for money, and if she gave too little, she would be given a hard time.
An old customer braved the wind and rain to come in. It turned out that her nephew was getting married and she had to look her best for the wedding, so she had to come out even if it was scorching hot. That's women for you; even in their forties, vanity is still their top priority.
Qin Xiaoyu eagerly took over the work and continued chatting with him.
“Master, please don’t take this personally, but money is only money when it’s in your hands. If you give them all the money you earn now, you won’t be able to go home when you have no money left.”
“I think so too, but they are my sons. They will be my caregivers in my old age, so I can’t afford to offend them.”
"Heh, Master, don't be silly. If you have money, anyone can take care of you in your old age. If you don't have money, even your own son might not care about you." Qin Xiaoyu's words were a bit realistic, but they were also true.
"You're right. Didn't you see that Old Mrs. Chen, who used to always come with me, is gone? She's been taken to live with some distant relative she's practically unrelated to! She's rich and owns a house, so the relative is counting on her, treating her like an empress dowager. If she likes dumplings, they make them every day. If she's unhappy for even a day, the whole family pampers her. Sigh, people!"
The regular customer had foam all over his head, but he kept talking, making Master Wang and Qin Xiaoyu laugh.
"That makes sense, we'll listen to you!"
"That's right, Master. You should find some clothes and dress up a bit. You've been wearing work clothes for half your life. Aren't you taking a loss?"
"You're one to talk, but you wore it too!"
"I'm wearing it now, but that doesn't mean I'll wear it for the rest of my life. That's anyone's guess." Qin Xiaoyu smiled gently. She didn't want to be locked in the hair salon all day. She had big ambitions; this was just a step in the game.
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