Among the tourist attractions of Huaxia Film and Television City, there is a rare base program for folk performances.

The show was performed by an old man from a minority who used a sickle to shave his head.

Every day, the old man shouted loudly in folk performances with a fast-grinding sickle and invited tourists to come and cooperate with his unique skills in shaving.

But the sickle in his hand was so scary. There were really few tourists watching the performance who dared to test the knife. Therefore, there were very few performing this program, and this old man also had the least amount of money in the folk performance group.

But today, the leader of the performance troupe told him that there was a big deal that he needed to do, so the old man carried a shoulder pole and followed the leader excitedly to a palace in the film and television city.

"Hey, Chen Duanxiu, I'll ask you to find someone who shaves his head. How could you find an old man who harvests wheat?"

Guo Dalu looked at the old ethnic minority man carrying a shoulder pole and looked puzzled, "Do you use a sickle to shave your head?"

Chen Ruihu beside him shouted: "Oh, I've searched all the nearby barber halls. There are all these hair stylists and stylists, and no one can scratch their heads! Isn't that impossible, I've found an old man who performs folklore?"

Guo Dalu was stunned, "Damn it, no? If this barber hall doesn't even have a bald head, that's all that? Let's close the door as soon as possible!"

Chen Ruihu said: "You can't say that the business of these barber halls is very good, because they occupy the light of the film and television city, the land is expensive and the fees are high. They are said to be the first-class Chinese style. Even many film and television actors go to their barber shops."

Guo Dalu said: "Just the movie and television industry have many tricks! If you want to open a barber shop in the countryside, you won't shave your head, so why don't you make people laugh?"

He glanced at the ethnic minority master, "I said, is this old man shaving his head okay? Don't wave his hand and scratch the person's ears with a sickle."

Chen Ruihu said: "It's okay, this old man's hands are stable. Besides, if you really pull your ears down, you can go to the hospital and then pick them up. Anyway, you won't be killed."

When the actors standing next to them heard the conversation between the two, they all cursed in their hearts, "Parassy, ​​is there anyone who speaks like this?"

The old man at the scene put down the shoulder pole, took out the whetstone, sharpened the sickle for a while, and tried the blade with his fingertips. Then he nodded with satisfaction. Just as he was sharpening the knife, the small stove he was carrying in front of him had already boiled a pot of water sitting on the stove.

The old man took out the basin, towel, and wiped the knife cloth from the other end of the pick. He said a few words to the commander beside him, and his eyes were aimed at everyone at the scene.

When Guo Dalu saw that the old man carried the shoulder pole, one end was a small stove and the other end was a guy-style business, it was actually an ancient head shaving business. "Damn, why do you still have this craft now? Carrying the load and shaving the head, it's rare now!"

Chen Ruihu said: "Isn't this a folk performance? It's still preserved now and I can't see it normally. It's just that I saw this old man who shaves, and I knew how the saying "The head is hot and the burden is hot" came from."

Guo Dalu laughed, "Okay, let's try this old man's skills."

A person standing next to the old man asked, "Uncle said, you can start, who will shave first?"

Guo Dalu pointed at Chu Tiange, "You come first!"

Chu Tiange was so scared that his body shivered and looked at Guo Dalu with fear, "Guo... Master Guo, it's okay to shave your head, can you not use a sickle? Is this too scary?"

Guo Dalu said: "What are you afraid of? Can you still kill you?"

Young and handsome guys like Chu Tiange attach great importance to their skin. They earn money from their skin. In order to maintain their so-called perfect body shape, the company has strict arrangements for what to eat and how much to eat every day. Even the style of filming TV has teams to deal with it specifically, for fear that they will suddenly become ugly, which will cause fans to dislike, and thus cause the incident of quitting fans.

This so-called career that is supported by a single face can be described as a beautiful castle built on the beach. Although it is beautiful, it is fragile and vulnerable. Any small flaw is enough to destroy their perfect image, thereby causing dissatisfaction among a large number of fans and losing a large number of viewers.

Now that Guo Dalu asks Chu Tiange to shave his head here, he is naturally unhappy with 120, but even his boss agrees, what can he do?

Resigning or not?

Not to mention that he doesn’t have the courage, even if he has the courage, he still needs to have the strength.

Tornado Company made him a popular star, and the material and manpower were not ordinary, so the contract was signed was extremely harsh. If he wanted to leave Tornado Company, the amount of compensation he had to compensate was astronomical.

These young and handsome guys are like gods in front of fans, but in essence they are just money-making tools for the company. Not only are they called by the company's boss and lingering away, even their peers look down on them, they can barely maintain their glamor in front of others.

Now even the boss Shi Haiping was a little nervous in front of Guo Dalu. How brave is Chu Tiange dare to disobey?

Chu Tiange looked at Guo Dalu a few times, then looked at Shi Haiping a few more times, and finally hesitated and walked to the old man who was shaved and slowly sat down, allowing the old man to press his head into the basin and rub it. When the old man put the fast-grinding sickle on his forehead, Chu Tiange was so scared that a bunch of hair on his head stood up.

Seeing Bingbing's sickle pressing against her hairline, Chu Tiange's skin trembled, his eyes closed, and he didn't dare to look at anything.

After a moment, my scalp suddenly cooled down, and a "brush" sounded, and the chilling sound extended from the hairline to the top of my head, and then a strand of hair fell from the front and pressed onto my face.

Chu Tiange screamed "Ah" and his whole heart was so scared that he was about to fly out of his throat.

Then his scalp tightened, and the old man holding a sickle rubbed his scalp for a few times, and said a few words.

The translator next to him said: "Brother, the old man said to tell you to be honest. If you call again, what if he slips his hand and cuts your head?"

Chu Tiange didn't dare to say anything more, closed his lips and his body trembled slightly.

He only felt his scalp loosen and tighten for a while, and his sickle rubbed back and forth against his scalp. It seemed that after a century of so long, the old man pressed his head into a basin and rubbed it. Finally, he wiped the whole head clean with a hot towel, patted his head lightly and heavyly, and said something again.

The person who was the translator next to him smiled and said, "Okay, shaved, open your eyes, next one!"

Chu Tiange slowly let out a breath and slowly opened his eyes. He wanted to get up and move out of his position, but his whole body became weak and he couldn't stand up for a moment.

He was frightened!
Chapter completed!