When Lao Zhou saw Lao Wang's hair waving in the wind, he felt a sense of vague satisfaction. I will grow my hair sooner or later, so let you bald!

Lao Wang pointed at Lao Zhou and laughed, "Lao Zhou, are you giving up on yourself? Have you shaved your head directly?"

Lao Zhou snatched the hat and said, "Get out! I'm in a good mood today, I won't be as knowledgeable as you."

When my hair grows out, it’s not certain whoever laughs at me! Old Zhou is arrogant, wearing a hat and holding a laptop, and he is so proud.

Just as he sat down in the position, Xiao Chen next to Lao Zhou came over with a smile.

"Brother Zhou, you can't save your hair sooner or later, so why don't you give up now?"

Old Zhou glanced at Xiao Chen's somewhat tall hairline, "Your second brother won't talk about your elder brother, I'm a hero who cuts his arm off. You'll know in a few days."

"Really? Brother Zhou, have you found some secret to curing baldness, right?" Xiao Chen's mind turned faster and he suddenly thought of this.

Old Zhou hummed proudly, took off his hat and exposed the piece of blue and black on his head. "Did you see this place? It just grew recently, huh, I'm worried that the newly grown hair was different from the past, so I pushed it all."

"Damn!" Xiao Chen exclaimed, "Brother Zhou, where are you looking for a master? Hair follicles are regenerating? Let me take a photo quickly. Let's always pay attention. If Brother Zhou, you have effect, don't forget brothers, I'm still a single dog!"

Thinking of this, Xiao Chen burst into tears, "It's not easy to be a programmer. I'm only twenty-six now, and my hairline has moved backwards like this. I don't even have a girlfriend yet!"

"You guys are better. They all have homes and have a single mother and baby!" I heard Xiao Chen's wailing in the office, and the rest of the people naturally saw the blue and black piece on Lao Zhou's forehead, and they were all excited in the office.

"Hurry, hurry up and take photos. The first thing you do when you go to work in the future is to take pictures of Lao Zhou's head to see if there is any change compared to the previous day. If it really works, we will be saved."

The current situation in the office is that Old Zhou sat in the middle with stars, standing around him with colleagues. The manager who had been in the office finally couldn't sit still. He walked out of the office and cleared his throat.

"Old Zhou, we have been working with colleagues for so many years. Which expert are you looking for?"

The manager let out a light voice, his eyes flashed across Lao Zhou's forehead. He wished that all these would grow on his head now.

"I'll talk about it when all my hair grows out. Then you can see the effect of the treatment and I'll take you there."

Old Zhou said a few words, and more than a dozen colleagues were so excited that they calmed down. Old Zhou said this was really good. It was only the early stage. What if it was just a little bit later?

From then on, the first thing Lao Zhou did when she got to the position was to be taken by her colleagues, which was called recording the changes of Lao Zhou every day.

Of course, this change was also very obvious. In less than a week, all the blue-black firsts appeared on Lao Zhou's originally bare forehead. The programmers in the office were so envious.
Chapter completed!