Chapter 175 Doubts
Jian Ruochen observed the expressions of the people behind him through the mirror, and took in Ninth Brother's pursed lips and thoughtful and vigilant look.
The man with a dragon tattooed on his ear received Brother Jiu's gaze, shaved his hair, and said with a sullen smile, "I'm not sure either. Brother Jiu is the best barber in our industry, and his fees are cheap."
Jian Ruochen responded, as if he had lost interest in the conversation. He lowered his eyes and said nothing more.
After all, they are strangers. If you keep chatting and are overly enthusiastic, it will seem like you have ulterior motives.
The barber's slightly cool fingertips pressed against the scalp, and the slightly sharp end of the comb scraped across the scalp, leaving a slight tingling sensation.
Jian Ruochen couldn't help but frowned, and the next moment, a cloth blocked his vision and slowly fell in front of him. Ninth brother lifted the rope of the collar and put it around his neck, then tied a knot at the back of his neck.
"It's a bit tight." Jian Ruochen frowned.
It is so tight that it makes people feel insecure, as if a tiger has grabbed their necks, with sharp teeth closing around them, ready to pierce and strangle them in the next second, suffocating them to death.
"If you don't fasten it tightly, the loose hair will fall in and it will be very itchy." said Brother Jiu.
"Relax." Jian Ruochen raised his eyes, looked through the mirror in front of him, and looked directly at the person behind him, "It's uncomfortable, Brother Nine."
Ninth Brother looked at him for a second, then narrowed his eyes reflexively, loosened the knot a little, and said with a smile: "You are so delicate, so delicate?"
Guan Yingjun's fingers holding the rolled newspaper tightened unconsciously.
He spread his legs, leaned back on the waiting sofa, and simply unfolded the newspaper in his hand, pretending to read it, while keeping his eyes covered and focusing on the front at all times.
There is a bulge on Brother Jiu’s waist, so he must have a gun.
"What kind of haircut do you want?" asked Brother Jiu.
"Side parting. It will look good even if it's longer." Jian Ruochen pretended not to know Brother Jiu's subtle test and gestured at his own hair with a smile, "The 3:7 parting is very popular on TVB now. I think that kind of hair will look good even if it's longer."
He looked around the store, leaned over to pick up a fashion magazine on the counter and flipped through it. He pointed at a male star with his shirt open, showing his eight-pack abs, leaning against a red diesel locomotive, and said, "This is it."
Brother Nine looked down, helped Jian Ruochen tie her hair into a low ponytail, and held the scissors in front of the rubber band, "Did I cut it?"
"Cut." Jian Ruochen said.
He looked back through the mirror and met Guan Yingjun's gaze. He raised his eyebrows at him and smiled, "Give it to my man to play with after you cut it."
The hair must not remain in the barber's hands, lest he take a closer look.
Otherwise, with a little thought, you will know that this is not hair extensions at all. Once Brother Jiu finds out that he is lying, it is likely to alert the enemy and cause an accident.
The safest option is to let Guan Yingjun hold it.
Brother Jiu paused with his scissors and almost stopped cutting.
He endured the awkwardness and finished cutting the ponytail, then handed it to Guan Yingjun who was lying on the sofa. The tentative words got stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter a word for a while.
When the hair is handed to the customer's man, it is even less likely that he will grab the hair and take a closer look.
Ninth brother curled his little finger.
Guan Yingjun asked: "What for?"
Ninth brother laughed, "I was careless."
The phrase "my man" makes it a luxury to even test someone's appearance.
He can't tell the customer: Please ask your man to take off his hat so I can see what he looks like.
Brother Jiu looked at the others who came to get their hair cut and quietly gestured to them, telling them not to act rashly.
You could hear a pin drop in the store, and the only sound left was the snapping of scissors.
Guan Yingjun pinched the half-wet hair ends and hooked them with his fingertips. The curled hair ends wrapped around his index finger, lingering and tender.
The tattooed man shuddered, and after a long while he looked at Jian Ruochen beside him, "You, you just..."
"Openly and aboveboard?" Jian Ruochen said for him, and then he lifted his eyelids and looked the two people beside him up and down, "If you don't even dare to say what you like, what kind of man are you?"
The tattooed man smacked his lips and said, "Love is indeed something that can make people invincible. However, brothers are like limbs, and lovers are like clothes. If you are too sentimental, you will not die well."
Jian Ruochen's expression changed immediately and he didn't say another word.
Ninth brother raised his eyebrows.
interesting.
It was really embarrassing.
They look almost like the same face, yet they are so different.
A ruthless person like Consultant Jian would never be so emotional, and it is even more impossible for him to frown just because someone said something about his...lover.
Anyone who can become that kind of person in a short period of time must be very good at dealing with people and always be able to greet people with a smile.
As Jiu Ge thought about it, he put his index and middle fingers together to pinch the first layer of hair and cut it. The white-gold hair rustled down, fell on the white cloth, and then slid down to the ground.
There are many things and many words that you cannot not believe, but you cannot believe them all either.
Jian Ruochen is so ruthless that he can wipe out all the big bosses of the Hong Kong Triad.
We have to be vigilant.
After all, he is just a small business.
When Jian Ruochen didn't respond, Tattooed Brother realized that he had said the wrong thing. He wanted to let it go, but when he raised his eyes, he met Ninth Brother's threatening eyes, so he had to apologize, "I'm sorry, I'm a fast talker, mainly because I'm used to traveling around."
Jian Ruochen glanced over, pursed her lips and didn't respond immediately.
The tattooed man turned around and apologized to Guan Yingjun, who was playing with his hair on the sofa, "I'm sorry."
Guan Yingjun chuckled softly, raised his left leg slightly, and placed his ankle on his right knee, looking arrogant and bandit-like, yet handsome and unknowingly wanton.
He took out a cigarette and threw it at the tattooed guy, "It's okay, let's make friends."
Jian Ruochen was silent for a moment.
He discovered that Guan Yingjun had only one formula for making friends.
Nod, smoke, and chat casually.
But most men fall for this.
It can be said that one trick can make you eat all the delicacies in the world.
He also liked this and thought Guan Yingjun was very dashing and powerful when dealing with others in this way.
The tattooed man took it, put it between his nose and upper lip and took a deep puff, his eyes narrowed in intoxication, "What a strong cigarette!"
Jian Ruochen stared at it through the mirror for a few seconds. This posture of sipping the cigarette was very unusual.
He smiled, "As long as you like it."
The tattooed man choked, then lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, leaned back in his chair, exhaled the smoke and asked, "What's your name?"
Jian Ruochen stretched out his right hand, "Liu Yucheng."
The tattooed guy raised his eyebrows. This name was quite unique in this era where if you called out Jiaming, three or five people would turn around on the street.
He had just returned to Hong Kong and was unsure whether this was his real name or a fake one, so he bit the cigarette butt and stretched out his right hand to shake it, "Bao Jiayun."
He grabbed the hand that was extended to him and shook it, and suddenly he understood why some people like men.
The palms are warm, the fingers are long and slender, with a few calluses at the base of the fingers, but not as thick as those of ordinary men, and generally still soft.
Bao Jiayun couldn't help but raise his hand and smell it. The smell of cigarettes on his hands was mixed with some indescribable fragrance.
"Bao Jiayun." Guan Yingjun called him.
Bao Jiayun was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes and looked back in the mirror. He saw the man's crossed legs with no cover, a pistol tucked into his skinny waist, and a tactical knife tied to his calf. It seemed that the way he tied it was definitely not learned from the police.
This tactical knife is just crudely tied with a rubber band, but the stripes are much more sophisticated and will not be finished without a nylon leather buckle sheath.
Although cable ties are not very sophisticated, they are definitely light and easy to remove, and can be used to rescue and stop bleeding when necessary.
Damn, they seem to be in the same industry.
Bao Jiayun swallowed his saliva, clasped his hands together and smiled apologetically, "Sorry, buddy, I'm bewitched."
Harmony brings wealth, so he is in the wrong.
Jian Ruochen pretended to smooth things over at the right time, "Is the cigarette good to smoke? My man also likes strong ones."
In fact, Guan Yingjun hasn't smoked for more than a year. He seems to have developed other addictions and likes to bury his head in his neck and smoke when he has nothing to do.
Bao Jiayun chuckled, "People like us are all very passionate about love."
Ninth brother was making the final touches to Jian Ruochen, and upon hearing this, he wanted to kick Bao Jiayun.
idiot.
If there is something wrong with these two people, then what is the difference between this sentence and self-explosion?
Jian Ruochen didn't respond, but smiled and advised him: "We are outside. Hong Kong is under strict inspection now. Don't say such things."
After his long hair was shortened, it looked particularly fluffy and thick. His hair hung down naturally, and his fair forehead showed through the bangs. The broken hair covered his slightly sharp eyebrows and eyes, highlighting his delicate nose tip and chin.
Those captivating eyes looked particularly enchanting when he smiled, but coupled with this calm advice, the whole person looked particularly calm.
Bao Jiayun was stunned.
Brother Nine was also stunned for a moment. Now Liu Yucheng had the same feeling as Jian Ruochen. The scissors in his hand paused for a moment, and he saw Jian Ruochen frowning and looking cold.
With his lotus-colored lips slightly opened, Jian Ruochen said coldly: "If you look at me like that again, I'll slap you."
Bao Jiayun's conditioned reflex is not to start.
Great.
He understood those Englishmen who liked men.
It’s really powerful.
All the gentleness, tenderness and consideration are not as good as using this face and this mouth to coldly spit out the words "smack you".
After a while.
“Crack.”
After the last cut, Brother Jiu picked up the hair dryer and blew it casually, then looked at his work in the mirror with satisfaction.
The man in front of me has such great conditions that his hair looks good no matter how he cuts it. He learned the haircutting skills in order to deal with the police, and he has improved his skills as he learned. Many minor celebrities have come to him for haircuts, but he is the only one who can cut hair like a star.
Jian Ruochen grabbed a handful of hair, stood up, and untied the cloth covering his body. When he took it off, the static electricity between the cloth and his clothes caused it to stick together, revealing a part of his waist.
The rotating blue, white and red light strips outside the barber shop flashed chaotic light and shadows, which shone into the shop and fell on Jian Ruochen's cold yet gorgeous face.
Jian Ruochen pulled the curtain down and threw it on the back of the chair. His posture was wanton, arrogant and tough, with a unique style and shocking beauty.
Bao Jiayun was stunned.
He had had this hairstyle before, and it made him look like he was going to work in a factory, but... when it comes to "Liu Yucheng", one can only think of the four words "a gentleman is as beautiful as jade".
Everybody was looking at him.
Jian Ruochen only looked at Guan Yingjun and smiled at him, "Brother, how is it?"
It’s hard to imagine that this mouth can say something like, “I’ll beat you if you look again.”
"Yeah." Guan Yingjun responded and pinched his fingertips again.
He thought, if Jian Ruochen was eating a popsicle on the sofa with his hair like this early in the morning and his belly exposed, he would agree to let her eat two, let alone one.
With short hair, no one would mistake Jian Ruochen's gender, he is extremely beautiful and aggressive.
In his eyes, Guan Yingjun could clearly see an attitude - so many people like me, but you are special.
Guan Yingjun took out a few thousand-yuan bills and asked, "How much?"
Brother Nine said, "One thousand yuan."
Guan Yingjun paused, and said with a half-smile, "Are you asking for a higher price?"
"Just give it to him." Jian Ruochen brushed his bangs, "It's a good cut. It would be better if it could be thinned out."
Thinning is a technical job, and Brother Jiu doesn’t know how to do it.
He couldn't say it directly, so he just said, "It looks better when it's fluffy, and it makes you look younger."
Guan Yingjun felt that Jian Ruochen couldn't look any younger.
Seems perverted.
He took out a 1,000 yuan note and handed it over, then put his hand on Jian Ruochen's arm, hugged him and said, "I'll come find you next time."
Ninth Brother laughed it off and turned to Bao Jiayun and said, "Go see the distinguished guest off."
The signal that Guan Yingjun is a colleague is quite obvious, so I have to find out more.
Jian Ruochen's face also makes people feel uneasy. Even if he acts well, it is not safe to let him go.
He whispered to Bao Jiayun, "See where they are going, whether they are driving a car or not, what car they are driving, report back, and I will cut it for you when I come back."
Bao Jiayun felt that Jiu Ge was being a bit unnecessary, but Jiu Ge was his cousin, so he was a little scared, so he stood up and opened the door for Jian Ruochen, "Please."
When Jian Ruochen passed by him, he smiled at him again and said slowly, "Brother Jiayun, are there any good restaurants in Causeway Bay?"
Bao Jiayun was confused by being called Brother Jiayun. He glanced at Guan Yingjun and saw that he didn't say anything. He took out two business cards and handed them over. "I know this boss. When you go to eat, just tell me my name and the abalone, sea cucumber and shark's fin will be free."
Jian Ruochen answered, "Brother Jiayun has a lot of face, so I'll go and give it a try."
As he turned around, the smile on his face disappeared immediately. He turned his back to Bao Jiayun, pinched his fingers, and unfolded two pieces of a business card, one of which had Bao Jiayun's name on it.
"This person." Guan Yingjun sneered and tried to pry someone away right in front of him.
He took Bao Jiayun's business card, scraped the side with his thumb, and smeared out some white crystalline powder.
"No wonder you sneezed." Jian Ruochen and Guan Yingjun squeezed together and pretended to be sticky as they walked forward. "Don't go to the parking lot. Bao Jiayun is watching. Go towards the hotel. There's something wrong with this barber shop... and Brother Jiu is guarding it so strictly."
He paused and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Guan, who has been promoted to Chief Superintendent of CIB, are you willing to leave like this?"
I'm afraid I won't even be able to have a good dinner.
The dinner that night was not an ordinary celebratory banquet. Neither he nor Guan Yingjun could leave at will.
After all…if it was an ordinary celebratory banquet, it should be Inspector Lin who paid for it, instead of him and Guan Yingjun sending out hotel invitations.
Everyone knew what was going on tacitly.
Jian Ruochen lowered his hand and grabbed Guan Yingjun's fingers. He opened his five fingers and interlocked them with his. "Let's have lunch later. Let's get rid of Bao Jiayun's sight and secretly go to the back door to take a look?"
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