Xia Ping Village.
The shop had no sign of Old Wang, only Little Huangmao squatting at the door with a troubled expression. When he saw Qi Yun coming down from a BMW 5 series, he was stunned for a moment and then quickly stood up to greet him.
"Tsk tsk, trading in your old tools for a cannon, Qi Bro!"
Qi Yun patted Little Huangmao's buzz cut, glanced inside, and suspiciously asked, "Where's Uncle Wang?"
Little Huangmao smacked his lips and replied, "He went with Sister Xia to take wedding photos."
"Weddi..." Qi Yun smacked his lips too but didn't continue the topic, instead asking, "Didn't I hear you were going to open a barbershop? Is it up and running?"
"How did you know?" At the mention of this, Little Huangmao looked even more helpless, "My dad won't give me money, says I'm not cut out for business, and tells me to let things sink in a bit..."
