A crazy beauty has an island, and a powerful figure from that era dotes on her.

Today was just for registration and cleaning the school; there were no formal classes. After receiving their new books, the students went home.

Jian Qingyi and Zhang Xiaomei went straight to the barbershop in the city center after leaving school.

Perhaps because it was market day, there were quite a few people on the street.

When the two arrived, a middle-aged woman with a thick braid was standing at the entrance of the hair salon haggling with the woman who was buying hair.

Since there were other customers getting haircuts inside the shop, Jian Qingyi and Zhang Xiaomei stood on the street and watched the commotion.

“My hair is so long, and it’s black and thick. You can judge for yourself how much it is…” the middle-aged woman said, pulling her thick braid from behind her back towards the woman.

The woman weighed it in her hand, clearly somewhat tempted.

After hesitating for a moment, the woman looked up at the middle-aged woman and said, "How about this, I'll add another one for you, sixteen yuan in total, what do you think?"

"Eighteen yuan." The middle-aged woman thought for a moment and then bargained.

"Sister, your hair is long, but it's all uneven and split. Look at this..." The woman gestured for the middle-aged woman to look at the ends of her hair.

The middle-aged woman's eyes flickered, and she said hesitantly, "How about... Seventeen?"

"Sixteen yuan. If you think it's okay, I'll pay you right away." The woman loosened the middle-aged woman's thick braid, indicating that she was willing to sell if she could, but not if she couldn't.

Knowing there was no hope of negotiating, the middle-aged woman gritted her teeth and nodded.

The woman brought scissors from the barbershop.

"Snip! Snip!" A few snips of the scissors.

The middle-aged woman's waist-length braids were transformed into short hair that exposed her ears.

The middle-aged woman took the money and left happily.

"Sister, your business is doing well today!" The young hairdresser glanced up at the large braid in the woman's hand during a break from his busy work.

"It's alright." The woman smiled and stuffed her braided hair into the snakeskin bag by the door.

Turning her head, she saw Jian Qingyi and Zhang Xiaomei standing on the street. The woman smiled and asked, "Young ladies, do you want a haircut or are you trying to sell your hair?"

“I get a haircut, she sells her hair.” Zhang Xiaomei smiled at the woman.

With more business coming in, the woman's smile broadened.

She strode up to Jian Qingyi and reached out to feel the weight of her hair.

"Young lady, do your family agree to you selling your hair?"

"Agreed." Jian Qingyi was speechless.

Her hair is on her head; who would approve her selling it?!

Upon hearing this, the woman weighed it again carefully.

"Young lady, your hair looks alright. Here, I'll give you the highest price, twelve yuan."

Jian Qingyi twitched the corner of her mouth in utter speechlessness.

Highest price...

Twelve pieces.

The original owner's hair was no less than that of the middle-aged woman before, and more importantly, the original owner's hair was as smooth as silk, without a single split end.

"Sis, if you're serious about buying, just give a sincere price. Don't try to be all gimmicky." Jian Qingyi was too lazy to waste words with her.

“Yes, sister, if you really want to buy, then give a sincere price. Don’t do anything fancy. We both heard you haggling with that auntie just now,” Zhang Xiaomei chimed in.

The woman looked slightly uncomfortable.

They never expected that Jian Qingyi and her companion had witnessed the entire process from outside.

"Alright, I'll give you sixteen too, okay?" The woman's smile was stiff and awkward.

"Zhang Xiaomei, do the barbershops in the south of the city also sell hair?" Jian Qingyi didn't answer, but turned to look at Zhang Xiaomei.

With just one look, Zhang Xiaomei instantly understood.

“There are hair salons in the south and east of the city. We don’t have classes today anyway, so why don’t we go take a look around?” Zhang Xiaomei grabbed Jian Qingyi and started to leave.

The woman wasn't about to let the opportunity slip away, so she immediately grabbed the two of them.

"Young lady, let's talk business, let's talk business. Business is about negotiation. If you think the price I'm offering isn't right, we can discuss it further," the woman said with a forced smile.

"Twenty." Jian Qingyi never liked beating around the bush, so she directly held up two fingers.

"This price is too high," the woman frowned.

She's been in business for so long, and she's never bought a hair for twenty yuan!

"Then let's walk around some more." Jian Qingyi took Zhang Xiaomei's arm.

"Twenty it is then." The woman held onto the two of them tightly.

"I need a hairdresser to cut my hair, and it can't be too short, it has to be down to my chin." Jian Qingyi gestured with her hand.

She paused for a moment, then added, "The twenty I'm talking about is the twenty I actually received."

"You mean I have to pay for your haircut too?" The woman's blood pressure started to rise.

Jian Qingyi nodded.

"No, no, if you do this, I'll go bankrupt." The woman shook her head like a rattle-drum.

She tolerated leaving it a little longer.

At worst, I'll just earn a little less.

They actually wanted her to pay for the haircut...

Then what's the point of her earning anything?

"No, then forget it." Jian Qingyi made a move to leave.

"Young lady, if this continues, I really won't make any money..." The woman clung to Jian Qingyi, refusing to let go.

"Sister, I know it's not easy for you either. Even if the business doesn't work out, we can still be friendly, so we won't take up any more of your time." Jian Qingyi gestured for her to let go.

"Little girl, eighteen, eighteen, is that alright? Eighteen, I'll pay for your haircut." The woman seemed not to hear Jian Qingyi's words and continued to haggle.

"Sister, let me tell you the truth. When I left home, my stepmother said that if I didn't get twenty yuan back for her today, she would marry me off to an old widower who had lost his wife." Jian Qingyi sighed dramatically.

The woman choked.

All the plans I had prepared were stuck in my throat.

"Sis, you're busy, we have something to do so we'll be leaving now." Jian Qingyi tried to pull her arm away.

But the woman held on tightly.

"Twenty it is." Knowing that the price couldn't be negotiated down, the woman had no choice but to compromise.

Jian Qingyi and Zhang Xiaomei exchanged a knowing glance.

Worried that the two might cause trouble again, the woman grabbed one of them with each hand and dragged them into the hair salon.

As soon as the guests in front stood up, they pushed Jian Qingyi and Zhang Xiaomei forward.

"Don't cut too much, just cut a little bit for the split ends," Zhang Xiaomei said as soon as she sat down.

The old barber nodded and deftly draped the apron over her shoulders.

The hairdresser next to Jian Qingyi was a slightly younger one. Knowing that she was there to sell her hair, the young hairdresser confirmed the hair length with both the woman and Jian Qingyi before picking up the scissors.

"Crack! Click!"

With the "snip" of the scissors, the stiff hair gradually fell away, replaced by ease and freedom.

The person in the mirror keeps changing.

The "snip" sound of the scissors also changed from fast to slow.

The moment the scissors were put down, the person in the mirror looked completely different from before.

Her short hair, like a delicate paintbrush, outlined her exquisite features.

If Jian Qingyi's appearance was previously rated 9.9 out of 10, then now, her short hair has completely boosted her beauty to the maximum.

“Jian Qingyi…”

Even though she knew Jian Qingyi was beautiful, Zhang Xiaomei was still speechless with amazement when she saw Jian Qingyi with short hair.