Old Man Zhao, the legendary healer of Xinghua Village!

"Two hundred for one session, five hundred for the full service, eight hundred for an overnight stay," the hairdresser replied.

"I understand 'overnight' means it's for one night, but what do 'once' and 'full service' mean?" Zhao Dazhu asked curiously.

The hairdresser chuckled and said, "Sir, it seems this is your first time visiting our Perfume Street?"

"It really is my first time here. I've heard people talk about it before, but I didn't know where it was. I finally found the place tonight." Zhao Dazhu nodded.

The hairdresser said enthusiastically, "Then let me explain it to you properly. This time, we'll just get there and get right to it. Once you're done, it's over. It's more cost-effective for young people because they're physically strong and can last longer, enjoying themselves for a while longer."

"The full process is... well, I'll go through the whole procedure with you, which takes about an hour and a half, no matter how many times you come in the middle, it won't end until the process is complete."

Before Zhao Dazhu could ask, the hairdresser proactively said, "For someone your age, sir, I recommend you choose the full package. Otherwise, if you finish right away, you'll lose out big time."

"I won't be finished so soon, I'm still going strong!"

Zhao Dazhu emphasized as he spoke.

Since it concerned his dignity as a man, he had no choice but to argue his case.

The hairdresser didn't argue with Zhao Dazhu, she just smiled and asked:

"So, sir, are you going to choose just once, or the whole package? The whole night is fine too. If you choose the whole night, I'll stay with you all night. As long as you have the energy, you can do it as many times as you want, for as long as you want."

Upon hearing the words "do it as many times as you want, for as long as you want," Zhao Dazhu felt an overwhelming urge rising within him.

But Li Yujiao's image suddenly appeared in his mind.

Zhao Dazhu immediately backed down, feeling that he didn't need to spend money to hire a hairdresser for that kind of thing.

Once you get home, you can have sex with Li Yujiao in bed, as many times as you want, for as long as you want.

If that's the case, why spend a few hundred yuan to find this woman who's not as good as Li Yujiao?

But this woman is really sexy; that kind of flirtatiousness is quite alluring.

Zhao Dazhu kept looking the hairdresser up and down.

He glanced at her breasts, which were barely perky, and then at her shapely buttocks, but he couldn't make up his mind.

"Grandpa, are you still considering it? I've already wasted so much breath, just come with me!"

As the hairdresser spoke, she pulled Zhao Dazhu into the hair salon in front of her.

Just as he was about to be dragged inside, Zhao Dazhu finally came to his senses.

"Forget it, your price is too high. I'll take another look."

Zhao Dazhu pulled his arm away, waved his hand, and said.

"What are you looking at? All the women on Perfume Street cost this much, it's the same no matter who you go to!"

"That's what the hairdresser said."

"Then...then I need to find someone good-looking."

Zhao Dazhu casually remarked.

The hairdresser was immediately enraged and angrily shouted, "You fucking think I'm not pretty? I'm already being nice by not thinking you're old, and you're still being picky? Who do you think you are, you shameless old thing, I..."

The hairdresser's insults got increasingly offensive.

Zhao Dazhu left in a hurry, heading deeper into the Perfume Street without looking back.

Along the way, Zhao Dazhu saw at least a hundred hairdressers.

They included both young and old women; the older ones were approaching fifty, while the younger ones seemed to have just turned eighteen.

Moreover, they vary in height, weight, and appearance; some are beautiful but have less-than-ideal figures, while others have incredibly hot figures but are not so good-looking.

There were all kinds of women, and all kinds of body types. Zhao Dazhu was dazzled by the sight.

Suddenly, a familiar middle-aged woman came into Zhao Dazhu's view.

Zhao Dazhu stood there dumbfounded, almost blurting out the word "Holy shit".

That woman, who else could it be but Lü Jinfeng!

"Golden Phoenix, what are you doing here?"

Zhao Dazhu hurried over and asked incredulously.

Lu Jinfeng was talking to a hairdresser in her mid-thirties when Zhao Dazhu suddenly appeared in front of her, startling her.

When she came to her senses, her face turned deathly pale, as pale as a female ghost!

The worst thing about this line of work is running into someone you know.

And now Lü Jinfeng has run into Zhao Dazhu, an acquaintance!

"Golden Phoenix, say something! What are you doing here?" Zhao Dazhu asked again.

Lu Jinfeng not only stood on Xiangshui Street, but she was also wearing only a tank top, exposing her white arms and legs to the air.

Do I even need to ask what she's doing here?

Zhao Dazhu could see it too, but he really couldn't believe it!

After all, Lü Jinfeng was from the same village as him, and they even went to the farmers' market together to sell things. Now, Lü Jinfeng was working as a hairdresser here, selling her body. This... he even felt that he was hallucinating or had mistaken her for someone else!

However, Zhao Dazhu finally understood why she was so resistant when he and Lü Jinfeng took a taxi to the county town yesterday morning and asked her about her job.

She wasn't a cleaner at the hair salon at all; she was a hostess, doing this kind of despicable business of selling her body!

"I...I'm not Lü Jinfeng, you've mistaken me for someone else."

Lu Jinfeng finally came to her senses, then raised one hand to cover her face, saying in a flustered and embarrassed manner.

"You still say you're not? I didn't call you Lü Jinfeng just now!" Zhao Dazhu said sternly.

When Zhao Dazhu exposed her, Lü Jinfeng became even more flustered and in a more difficult situation.

She stammered and stuttered, unable to utter a complete sentence.

The way she dodged and weaved made it seem like she wanted to find a crack in the ground and disappear into it!

The hairdresser next to them looked curiously at Lü Jinfeng and then at Zhao Dazhu, before scoffing, "So you've run into an old acquaintance. Since you're an acquaintance, why don't you patronize her business a bit!"

"What exactly is going on...?"

Zhao Dazhu stared in disbelief, but before he could finish, the hairdresser interrupted him: "Why are you asking, you old geezer? Sister Feng is standing on this Perfume Street, do I need to explain what she's doing here?"

Lü Jinfeng seemed to have resigned herself to her fate, and her eyes no longer darted away.

She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, then grabbed Zhao Dazhu's arm and dragged him to the nearest hair salon without saying a word, taking him to a small private room upstairs.

This small private room is very basic, with only a small cabinet and a bed that is 1.5 meters wide.

The room was also very dimly lit, unable to illuminate even the corners of cabinets and beds.