Chen Nuo's long eyebrows, clear teeth, white lips and red lips are particularly in line with the kind of aesthetic that girls of this era like.

By the way, the most popular idol among girls in this era is still Teacher Tang Guoqiang.

Yes, it's the one who said "I've never seen such a shameless person" and "Which company is better at learning excavator skills?"

When he was young, Tang Guoqiang was called a "little boy".

"You... don't want a haircut?" The barber girl was a little hesitant: "Well... if you want to get it done in a hurry, that's fine. I'll close the door later..."

Chen Nuo was stunned for a moment.

Is this considered to be... getting the bonus of good looks?

"Then, let's get a haircut." Chen Nuo smiled and walked over and sat on the barber's chair.

"Okay!"

The barber girl happily took a white bib, stuffed it around Chen Nuo's neck and collar, and then took out the hairdresser's clippers from a leather bag.

Ou Xiuhua, who was sitting next to her, saw it and stood up: "Well, Xiaoyu, you are busy, I will go home first."

"Let's go." The barber girl quickly stopped her: "I cut my hair very quickly, a quarter of an hour at most. Please wait for me for a while. You will be bored when you go home anyway. I also have a magazine. Wait a minute.

Let’s watch it together.”

Hearing this, Ou Xiuhua hesitated for a moment. She didn't know whether she really felt bored when she went back alone, or she just remembered another magazine, but she sat down again.

The hairdresser girl quickly started to press Chen Nuo's head and start playing with it.

Chen Nuo couldn't help but glance at Ou Xiuhua in the mirror at first.

But after taking a few glances, I really couldn’t take another look.

Looking at my hair in the mirror...

Chen Nuo sighed: "Girl..."

"What kind of girl are you calling me? You're calling me a lesbian!" The barber girl glared: "You talk in a sloppy manner. Where did you learn this bad habit?"

Chen Nuo smiled and did not object: "Well, this lesbian, are you an apprentice?"

"Huh?" The barber girl was stunned and felt a little guilty: "How do you know?"

"You shaved head... you trimmed my front hairline and pushed it almost to the back of the Tianling Cap. If you push it back a little, I can be the elder brother."

"What brother?"

"People from the Qing Dynasty." Chen Nuo sighed, and drew the hairline shape of money rat tail braids on his head.

The barber girl blushed a little and was embarrassed, but instead glared and pressed Chen Nuo's head: "Honestly, don't move! Are you the barber or am I the barber? What do you know? This is how I cut my hair!"

"...No, you can shave my head." Chen Nuo sighed: "It'll be cooler."

"That's... okay." The girl breathed a sigh of relief - her craftsmanship is indeed a bit trendy. During the day, the real masters in the barber shop shaved people's heads. As an apprentice, she was only responsible for taking the position at night.

Bald head is much simpler.

In less than ten minutes, Chen Nuo's head basically turned into the old Brother Lei.

The kind that is smooth and can reflect light under the light.

Although the barber girl here is not very good at shaving her head, she still does a good job shaving her head.

Chen Nuo touched his head casually, it was slippery!

The barber girl swept the broken hair from his neck and shook his bib: "Okay!"

Chen Nuo looked at the bald head in the mirror, smiled and stood up: "Thank you."

"Pay it."

"Well……"

"One cent for those who have invoices processed, two cents for those who don't."

Chen Nuo:…………

What is an invoice? Chen Yanluo has never seen it before.

As for money...

I do have some, but if I take out those red hundred-yuan bills, I’m afraid I’ll scare you!

If the girl loses her face, she will have to call the police.

In this era, there are no hundred dollar bills yet!

The Chinese currency with the largest face value is ten yuan, which is commonly known as "Great Unity" among the people.

"Well, I didn't bring any money, can I just owe it first?"

The girl was surprisingly easy to talk to. She walked behind the counter, took out a notebook and threw it on the table: "Register yourself."

"Register?"

"Yes, which workshop in the factory do you work in? Write your name here. Tomorrow you can get the money or the invoice and then write off the account."

Understood.

After all, it is not an outside barber shop, but a barber shop in the living area of ​​the factory. It only serves the people of the factory, so it can keep accounts.

Chen Nuo thought for a while and picked up the pen: "I'm not from your factory. I'm here to see my relatives. Is it okay to let him come tomorrow?"

"...Alright, write down the names of your relatives."

In fact, it’s really easy to talk about—and, there’s another reason.

These days, even the barbers in the factory area are paid by the public. The barber shop is not owned by you, but by the factory. The barber is just a salaried person. Whatever you earn, it is all public money.

And in this era, everyone still has an iron rice bowl!

Getting fired for making mistakes?

Doesn't exist!

You may be expelled unless you have violated national law and committed a crime.

Otherwise, as soon as you enter the factory, you will be a factory worker for the rest of your life, and the factory will have to take care of you whether you are born, old, sick or dead.

What KPIs, what 996, what blessings.

It doesn't exist at all in this day and age.

In this day and age, let alone factories, if you go to a shopping mall, the salespersons will look at people through their nostrils.

Whether you want to buy it or not, it’s best if you don’t buy it. You can also save energy and work less.

Anyway, whatever is sold and cannot be sold is all public money. Whether the business is good or not, the job of the salesperson is guaranteed, and the mall has no qualifications or the right to fire them.

People of later generations do not understand the strangeness of this era: when ordinary people go into a store to buy something, they have to take the initiative to smile at the salesperson.

I have to say: Please, please take out that thing for me to take a look at.

It's normal for the salesperson to be nonchalant.

If someone with a bad temper slanders you a few words, you still have to endure it.

You said you can't get used to it, so I won't buy it?

If you don't want to buy it, go elsewhere.

Every family is the same, they all have the same attitude.

This barber girl doesn't care much about collecting money, that's why. And generally speaking, if you work in a factory, there won't be any defaults.

Chen Nuo casually wrote in his notebook: Team, Chen Jianshe.

The girl didn't even look at it, she closed the book and threw it in the drawer.

"Are you here to see relatives? You are not from our factory? Which factory are you from?"

"I..." Chen Nuo rolled his eyes: "I'm from a gravel factory. I'm from Jiangning District...well, Jiangning County."

"Oh. There's a sand and gravel factory in the county down there..." The enthusiasm in the hairdresser's eyes suddenly lost a bit. She looked at Chen Nuo and couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

Well, this is a little bit contemptuous.

In this era, factories were also hierarchical.

Those in the city and those in the county below are not on the same level.

As for the flour mill, a unit directly under the food system, it is his biological son.

The sand and gravel factory below is hard and tiring, and the quality is several grades lower.

The girl was originally a little enthusiastic. Looking at such a handsome young man like Chen Nuo - what girl wouldn't be pregnant? But as soon as she heard the other person's story, she suddenly lost some enthusiasm.

Even if you go to a matchmaker to find out, this condition cannot be met with chopsticks.

This is no longer possible.

Seeing that the girl had lost her enthusiasm, Chen Nuo shamelessly sat down on the bench next to Ou Xiuhua: "Well, my relative is going out at night, can I wait for him here for a while? I can't stand in front of someone's house to feed him in the dark.

Mosquitoes. It would be bad if the people from the security office patrol and arrest me as a thief."
To be continued...