Chapter 111 Dangerous Guests

Jiang Qian's voice was not loud, and he did not make any deliberate expression, but when he said this, he clearly felt the girl's eyelids tremble, and she instinctively shrank her shoulders.

Did I scare her, or was she simply wary of male customers?

Jiang Qian softened his expression and made his smile more sincere: "Are you the only one in this store with the manager?"

I didn't see any other service staff, which was inconsistent with the spacious store space.

"Yes, there are few customers, the manager and I are enough!" The girl instinctively stepped back, keeping a distance, and couldn't help looking Jiang Qian up and down, "Why are you asking this?"

"Just curious," Jiang Qian looked around the store, "There are always so few customers, how do you make a profit..."

Hearing this, the girl smiled proudly, opened a hardcover book at hand, and pushed it in front of Jiang Qian:

"Here, the service price."

Jiang Qian looked down and saw the content of the girl's proud boasting, and raised the corner of his mouth:

"Oh, it turns out that you only provide high-end services."

It's so expensive! It's definitely set to kill the rich and help the poor.

"Now you know?" The girl raised her chin, and this proud move was exactly the same as the late teacher Wang Fugui.

It seemed that she talked so much with Jiang Qian just to complete the target user screening at this moment.

However, the girl could not find any signs of shock, annoyance or embarrassment on Jiang Qian's face. She saw Jiang Qian inspecting the price and nodded slowly; she heard the other party say calmly: "Okay, it's not expensive, give it a try."

After that, he turned and walked towards the sofa waiting area.

Jiang Qian found an inconspicuous seat and sat down, took out his mobile phone, and swiped a small video to cover.

During this time, the young stylist glanced at him twice: once when he walked over from the bar, and once when the young lady on the phone made a coquettish sound. Only these two times, the other party's attention was on the lady's hair.

Jiang Qian calmly carried out his observation, and his spiritual vision inspected the details of the entire store 360 ​​degrees, monitoring the stylist and the girl at the front desk from different angles.

This process cannot be rushed.

Jiang Qian showed sufficient patience, laying favorable conditions for later contact in order to obtain possible key information.

To do this, he had to spend time to complete the necessary profiling of the target object.

The style of this young stylist is not compatible with Wang Fugui: unlike Wang Fugui's flamboyant and outgoing style that blurs gender, the young stylist's dress and hairstyle are very restrained. He looks ordinary and delicate, but his demeanor and movements still retain a lot of masculine characteristics.

What is the relationship between him and Wang Fugui?

Master and apprentice? Simple cooperation?

Speaking of which, except for the plaque with the existence of the founder Wang Fugui, there are no other elements related to him in this store.

What does this mean?

Jiang Qian suddenly found that an art painting diagonally opposite him had traces of recent replacement.

There were slight scratches on the edge of the art frame, probably from the previous painting.

Jiang Qian continued to look down and fiddle with his mobile phone, and this posture made him look unconcerned about the surrounding things.

However, in fact, he was trying to find the secret that the owner was trying to hide.

This is absolutely necessary. He needs to screen the information himself first, and then consider whether to use official resources to assist.

At the same time, the young stylist also reached an agreement with the lady and gradually began to work meticulously.

He skillfully spread the lady's long hair, gently picked up a strand of hair and clamped it on his fingertips, and used the scissors with his other hand, clicking and trimming the ends of the hair carefully and evenly; then he combed it a few times, and his fingers picked up the next strand from another bunch of hair, repeating the previous operation, with simple and smooth movements.

Could this be a license holder... Jiang Qian calmly thought about various possibilities.

If the worst happened, he would have to use positioning glasses and seek help from the unit. Excluding the special situation where the opponent was unusually strong, the emergency and life-saving artifacts on him were enough for him to escape or delay until the official rescue.

About an hour later, the styling work was finished.

The young stylist put away his tools, and the lady stood up gracefully, carefully appreciating it in front of the mirror for a long time, and finally showed a satisfied and restrained smile.

The two of them obviously exchanged a few more polite words, and the young stylist probably reminded them of the key points of daily care, and the two went to the front desk to settle the bill together.

Well, a big bill, the customer was ripped off.

A civilized and decent hunting method.

Jiang Qian was not in a hurry to meet him, as he had not yet finished the mini-game he had just started.

It was not until the young stylist came over from the front desk that Jiang Qian put away his phone and stood up in a proper manner.

"Hello, sir. I am the manager of this store, Ajie. How can I help you?"

The young stylist introduced himself politely.

He did not show much expression, and his voice was moderate in speed, but his strength in speaking was a little insufficient, which gave this originally handsome and clean stylist a decadent and melancholy temperament.

It is said that young men with this kind of temperament are very lethal to women of all ages. At the same time, this temperament finally makes him look more like a fashion insider.

Jiang Qian smiled back: "Hello, Teacher Ajie, I am an intern assistant of Orange Entertainment. I came here today to help my artist sister consult about styling cooperation."

Ajie was not too surprised, as if this kind of order was not uncommon to him: "Okay, if you need anything, you can communicate with me. Is it convenient to ask which artist teacher it is?"

Jiang Qian answered irrelevantly: "It's like this, my artist sister is more picky about styling and also pays attention to eye contact. She accidentally searched the works of your brand founder Teacher Wang Fugui on the Internet and was amazed. This time she specifically asked to cooperate with Teacher Wang Fugui, so I came here to communicate in advance."

"I don't know when Teacher Wang is convenient. Let's make an appointment to meet and chat with my sister?"

These words were said slowly and Jiang Qian observed Ajie's reaction while speaking.

Sure enough, when the other party heard the name "Wang Fugui", his originally calm eyes suddenly flickered for a moment, and this flicker happened again when Jiang Qian asked about the "appointment time".

"That's a pity, Teacher Wang only accepts regular customers now, and he is not in Jinping." The young man finally lowered his eyes and said.

Abnormal.

The emotions did not match the content he expressed, and he was too nervous.

"Is that so... But my artist sister is really persistent in this regard, how about you give me a contact number? We can consult Teacher Wang ourselves?" Jiang Qian continued to test.

"Sorry, this is not convenient."

The young man did not give Jiang Qian a chance to continue grinding. He looked up and looked into Jiang Qian's eyes and asked: "Excuse me, what kind of cooperation is it? I am the apprentice brought up by Teacher Wang. Although I am not as good as the teacher, I am also well-known in Jinping. I wonder if I can give it a try."

He was testing my true identity and intentions... Jiang Qian maintained the enthusiasm and polite attitude that an intern assistant should have in the initial work: "Ah, it is said that it is a seasonal theme fashion show. The main requirements are hairstyle and makeup, but considering the overall atmosphere, this styling consultant must also understand dressing and color matching... Are these the areas you are good at?"

The other party was silent for a while and replied: "Yes, I can do these too."

"But I'm not sure if the artist sister can accept it..." Jiang Qian hesitated and said casually, "Is Teacher Wang Fugui really not in Jinping? Sister said that she saw him at the show two days ago, but she didn't have a chance to say hello..."

Once this detail was thrown out, Ajie's reaction became more interesting.

At close range, Jiang Qian even heard the subtle sound of the other party's upper and lower teeth knocking together unconsciously. This is a nerve reflex after being stimulated.

It can be imagined that while the other party tried to control his facial expression, he ignored the details in the dark.

At the same time, it also told Jiang Qian that the young man in front of him might know the identity of Wang Fugui's license holder, or even more than that, and might even know the time when the other party last went to the dungeon.

So where is the information about Jiang Yang hidden?

Could this kid be the breakthrough... Jiang Qian pretended to pick up the phone, walked aside, and pretended to report the difficulty of the invitation to the artist sister.

After a long time, he came back holding the phone and smiled sincerely: "My artist sister wants to try your skills, Teacher Ajie, do you mind doing it on me first?"

The target has been confirmed, and Jiang Qian decided to go deeper.

As long as he is given more opportunities to contact, he will be sure to dig out more critical clues.

After all, he also holds information that the other party may be interested in.

Eh?

A sudden thought suddenly popped up in Jiang Qian's mind: Is it possible that Wang Fugui is not dead?

Still outside~ The lines of thanks have been merged into the evening! See you in the evening!