Chapter Thirty-Four: Gradual Emancipation

  Entertainment, a very high-end word, people who can use this word are basically middle-level and above, holding certain resources and wealth in their hands. The essence of the word "entertainment" is to have more resources and wealth in one's hands.

  Zhang Yifei has lived a big life, and since he was young, he didn't know what socializing was. When he became an assassin, Zhang Yifei had money and could even be considered one of the richest, but who would invite an assassin to socialize? Isn't that like installing a time bomb?

  Shao Ningdie sat in the office with a frown, the evening's social engagement had given her a bit of a headache. She was very clear about what kind of person Luo Luomei was - when he was serious, he was okay, but if he was careless, no one could guarantee what would happen.

  Now Shao Ningdie just hopes that when she sees Zhang Yifei again, she can make his eyes light up.

  Lijiang City's central business district square.

  Zhang Yifei put on a casual Western suit, with the collar of his shirt open two buttons, and in an instant, he transformed from a disheveled and slightly decadent young man to a refined and elegant successful person.

  He's practically a born clothes rack, with a height of around 1.7 or 1.8 meters, and a slender build that looks like it has lost some weight. His cheekbones are delicate, and his eyes are as deep as the ocean. The light beige casual suit, although not as solemn as a dark-colored suit, adds a few points to his carefree and elegant demeanor, with a warm tone that neutralizes his slightly dark skin tone. With this appearance, if he were to drive an open-top sports car, he would be absolutely top-notch.

  "Wow!" The noble ladies shopping in the mall, as well as the female sales clerks, almost all of them were taken aback, their eyes fixed on Zhang Yifei, reluctant to look away.

  Han Xinyi didn't expect that Zhang Yifei would still be such a handsome and elegant guy, it's really hard to associate him with the old Zhang Yifei who was full of rascal charm.

  Having such a person by your side is really impressive.

  "Miss, your boyfriend is really handsome." A nearby salesperson sincerely praised.

  Han Xinyi's face suddenly turned fiery red after hearing the salesgirl's words.

  "Is he just having a girlfriend?" Han Xinyi thought randomly.

  "Pffft!" Han Xinyi was startled by her own thoughts and quickly sat up, saying: "Thank you, just this set of clothes."

  Zhang Yifei looked at the outfit on his body and couldn't understand why he had to dress up like a successful person, but it was the company's order, so Zhang Yifei could only obey, anyway, it wasn't his own money.

  As soon as they walked out of the mall, Han Xinyi pulled Luo Bao Mei to a high-end image design center: "Come on! Go get me a haircut!"

  Han Xinyi sat beside Zhang Yifei, who, although not handsome at first glance, was absolutely a man who got more and more attractive the more you looked at him.

  Zhang Yifei ignored Han Xinyi, who was staring blankly, and pulled over a store employee from the image shop. He hooked his shoulder and smiled: "Brother, let's discuss something..."

  "Excuse me, sir. Can I help you with anything?"

  "Can you style hair?"

  The shop assistant smiled: "Of course, we have professional hairstylists. No matter what hairstyle you want, our stylists can do it perfectly."

  "Go find me a hairstylist, I want to get a Japanese hairstyle."

  The shop assistant looked up and gazed at Zhang Yifei's disheveled hair, saying in a low voice: "Sir, your head shape isn't quite suitable for Japanese-style..."

  He looked around slightly embarrassed, then straightened his waist and pointed to his second brother's messy hair: "I was thinking of giving my second brother a Japanese hairstyle. You don't know, last time I took a bath, I felt that the lower part was too messy and not stylish, so I took scissors to trim it myself. But unexpectedly, it's even more messy now. Can you help me find a hairstylist to fix it again? Let my second brother become more handsome, spirited, and have some inner qualities. Wouldn't we be more confident when dealing with women in the future?"

  The shop assistant's face gradually turned green: "………"

  "No way? Then just give him a complete shave, no big deal, we can start all over again."

  "Hey! Speak up! What's with the attitude?"

  Salesperson: "………"

  Han Xinyi, who had already come to her senses, rubbed her forehead and sighed helplessly. Her pretty face flushed red as she walked over to Zhang Yifei's side and said, "You'd better calm down for now."

  "Han, you misunderstood me. I just wanted to relive my childhood memories and experience the good old days again. But this guy is ignoring me." Zhang Yifei said angrily, pointing at the store clerk.

  "Get out of my seat, you bastard." Han Xinyi couldn't take it anymore.

  A rogue will always be a rogue, no matter how well you dress him up, he can't hide his extraordinary demeanor.

  Invite a seasoned designer to design a good hairstyle for Zhang Yifei.

  The designer was very professional, propping up his chin and studying for a while before picking up the scissors to start cutting Zhang Yifei's hair.

  A strand of black hair slowly fell onto his shoulder, Zhang Yifei looked at himself in the mirror, his hair was getting shorter and shorter, but his face was getting uglier and uglier. After a moment, his eyes were filled with tears, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, his expression was very sad.

  Han Xinyi saw Zhang Yifei's expression and couldn't help but wonder: "You're not a kid, why are you crying just because you got a haircut?"

  Zhang Yifei's mouth twitched, and the expression on his face became even more sorrowful. His eyes were red as he said, "Director Han, can we ask the staff in the store to change the song?"

  "Why change songs?"

  "Why don't you sit down and try it, listening to the Buddhist scriptures while watching your black hair slowly decrease, feeling like shaving in a temple? Mr. Han, are you asking me to become a monk?"

  Han Xinyi's face suddenly rose with a black line, what on earth was in this person's mind?

  It's unbelievable how everything can be linked together, he doesn't even look in the mirror, it's strange that temples would want someone like him.

  Looking at Zhang Yifei's heartbroken expression and recalling what Zhang Yifei had just said, Han Xinyi felt that it was indeed the case.

  "Sorry, you'll just have to bear with it. What barber shop doesn't play music?" A sly smile spread across Han Xinyi's face.