"Hey, you big belly money, please give me back the red envelope!"
Carpenter Wang jumped up from the long bench to take back the red envelope that Big Belly Qian had grabbed. But he had no choice but to do so. He was skinny and not very tall. Big Belly Qian held the red envelope high with his fat hands. He couldn't reach it and couldn't pull it back.
Belly money.
Big belly money made a playful smile and said cheerfully:
"Hey, if you don't go back even if you have the red envelope in my hand, you might as well wait until this time next year for me to give you two babies!"
"Stop talking nonsense and return the red envelope to me!"
Carpenter Wang's skinny body jumped several times, but he couldn't get the red envelope back, so he could only worry.
"I never talk nonsense. As long as you give me the red envelope, I promise to give you two babies by this time next year!"
A fat hand with a big belly holds up a red envelope, feeling proud of himself.
"He also said that he is a bank president, and he even wants to grab a red envelope."
The pig-butcher came over and snatched the red envelope from Daduqian's hand, turned around and gave it back to Carpenter Wang.
"Thank you, pig butcher, I'll treat you to a drink tonight."
Carpenter Wang hurriedly hid the red envelope in the pocket on his waist.
"You guys are really young people. You only have a little money and only know how to drink!"
With a look of disdain on his face, Pa Qian walked a few steps and sat down on the barber's chair with his big ass.
"Our little boy? You have a lot of money and a big business, right?"
The pig-butcher retorted unconvincedly.
"What kind of big president? He's just the director of the sales department of the savings bank below, and he's also a deputy!"
The old dragon head dismissed it.
"Master Long, Master Long, now all the savings banks have been converted into branches. The ones that have been converted into sub-branches. What's printed on my business card is Vice President, Vice President."
Daqian felt a little guilty when he heard what the old leader said.
"Isn't that just trying to deceive people? Nowadays, you only need to pay to print business cards, and the typing shop will print anything for you. Butcher, why don't you just spend a few hundred yuan to print a bunch of business cards?"
"Master Long, I am a butcher who kills pigs and sells meat. What kind of business card should I print? I don't know how to print it."
"You are the chairman of Global Food Import and Export Company."
"Chairman of Global Food Import and Export Company?"
"Yes, isn't your pork stall at the corner of the wet market? You can look around at the big round ball in the square in front of the wet market. Isn't that Universal?"
“What about the food import and export company?”
"Is the pork you sell food? Is the pork eaten through the mouth and excreted from below?"
"Yes Yes Yes."
"Isn't that what it is? A truly global food import and export company."
"But isn't this chairman a bit big?"
"It's not big. Did you kill the pig yourself? Did you cut the meat yourself and give it to the customer?"
"That's for sure."
"Do you know every piece of meat like the back of your hand?"
"This is natural."
"Isn't that the wise chief?"
"You mean this kind of sensible leader?"
Everyone in the People's Barber Shop was laughing so hard that they couldn't contain their joy.
"Don't laugh, you all. He has a lot of money and can print "President" on his business card. Each of you can print it. Really, not only the butcher can print it, Master Jiujin can even print it."
The old leader was still sitting upright with a serious look on his face.
"Long Ye, I'd better save the money. The butcher can print the chairman of the board of directors of Global Food Import and Export Company, but I really have nothing to print."
Tang Qing is still happy with the "chief executive" of Pig Killer.
"Master Jiu Jin, your business card is easier to print, and your business card must be better than Mr. Qian Daxing's."
"Master Long, President Qian is the real God of Wealth. Who am I, a barber?"
"Master Jiujin, this is what is printed on your business card. The top priority is the CEO of Yijianmei China Co., Ltd., an international holding group."
"Master Long, how do you explain this?"
"Master Jiujin, didn't your grandfather say that shaving your head is a big deal? As soon as you cut it off, wouldn't those women's hair become very beautiful?"
"Then why CEO?"
"Is the word 'head' called 'head' in ancient Chinese? Shou level, head level, refers to a person's head. You are our number one head shaver in Yancheng, aren't you the CEO?"
"Hahaha!"
"Lord Long, I really belong to you!"
"Hahaha……"
Everyone in the People's Barber Shop laughed heartily.
After laughing for a while, Carpenter Wang came close to the old dragon head, licked his face and asked with a smile:
"Master Long, how do you think my business card should be printed?"
"Your business card is even simpler. It could be the director of the Universe Wood Processing Factory, the president of the Oriental Home Furnishings Group, etc. Anyway, you are a master carpenter yourself, and your family owns a furniture store, so you are much more worthy of your reputation than the rich president."
"Long Ye, don't bury me like this. The deputy president of my branch is more or less appointed by our bank. It is indeed wrong to print the president on my business card, but I only printed a few. When I give it out on formal occasions,
Or print the business card of the vice president."
With a heavy belly and a grimace, he turned back from the barber's chair and said good things to the old dragon head.
"You still know that you are wrong? Then don't fool your neighbors like this again, or else you will be expelled from the People's Barber Shop!"
The old dragon put a serious face on his face and warned the rich man seriously.
"No, no, no, Master Long, you must not fire me from the People's Barber Shop. What I just said to Master Wang was not a joke, it really happened."
Big Belly Qian hurriedly explained to the old dragon head.
"Is there really such a thing?"
Carpenter Wang didn't wait for the old dragon to speak, his eyes were shining, he walked to the barber's chair and asked about the money.
"Master Wang, if you don't believe it, I can give you a written receipt and a loan note. I will come to the People's Barber Shop on time every month to hand over the money from the red envelope to you in person. One day late, one point missing,
You ask me for it twice as much!"
Dadu Qian stood up from the barber chair, feeling energetic and completely freed from the fact that the old leader wanted to expel him from the People's Barber Shop.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't do anything other than shaving your hair in my shop. I won't ask you for your nonsense. If you want to make a deal, I'm sorry, go outside. I don't allow it here!"
Tang Qing picked up the mop and wanted to drive people away.
"Master Jiujin, don't be angry, don't be angry, I want to shave my head, I want to shave my head."
Da Qian sat down on the barber's chair in a dignified manner.
"I welcome shaving my head, or is it 30-70?"
Tang Qing put down the mop and picked up the clippers.
"Master Jiujin, I'm going to meet an important client tonight. Of course I'll get 37 points."
Thirty-seven points is a type of men's hairstyle. It is usually centered around the eyeballs and the hair is divided into three or seven parts.
Tang Qing's head-shaving skills were truly outstanding. Three strokes and five strokes divided two, and his rich head immediately took on a new look, and the hair was several times thicker than when he first came in.
Gimmicks, gimmicks, how a person looks, whether he or she is energetic, all depend on one's own head. If a person's hair looks like a straw nest, others will look down on you at first sight.
Dadu Qian looked in the mirror and picked up the mousse and sprayed it several times. When he was satisfied, he left the barber chair with his belly straightened out. His fat hand took out a five-yuan note from his wallet and handed it to Tang Qing:
"Master Jiujin, thank you."
"Thank you for taking care of my business."
Tang Qing collected the five-yuan notes and put them into the cash box.
"Goodbye everyone, if you want money to make money, come to me anytime."
With a big belly and a big belly, he twirled the string of mahogany beads on his wrist and walked out of the People's Barber Shop.
"Master Jiujin, please take your time and work, I have something to do and leave first. Master Long, please sit down slowly, sit down slowly, hehe, hehe."
Carpenter Wang had a smile on his face. He smiled and retreated to the door of the barber shop. He turned around and ran away without a trace.
"He must have gone after Big Belly Money."
The butcher looked at the door of the barber shop.
"What are you looking at? If you feel itchy, go find some money!"
Tang Qing held a towel in his hand and patted the pig-butcher's stretched-out neck.
"Hey, I don't believe that money can make money. Is there such a good thing in the world? A red envelope can give birth to two children a year? Unless you, Master Jiujin, also go to Daduqian's money to make money!"