Mastering the Sword Manual, sweeping across the globe

This dialogue has been rehearsed countless times over the past ten days.

As the city that has suffered the longest and most prolonged natural disaster, Y City has invested massive amounts of funds, resources, and energy in the past ten days or so, with both higher-level departments and local officials making every effort to maintain local public opinion stability.

But even tigers have their moments of weakness, and when people are really down on their luck, even drinking water can cause them to choke. Who knows what kind of unexpected event might happen?

The only thing we can do is keep a close eye on it.

"Target has started browsing Moments!"

"Field Service Team 1-5, Level 1 Combat Readiness!"

"Target has started browsing rider group messages!"

"Field Service Team 6-10, Level 1 Combat Readiness!"

"Target has started browsing TikTok local channels!"

"Field Service Team 11-20, Level 1 Combat Readiness!"

……

My WeChat Moments is quiet. Some people are getting married, some are opening their own businesses, some are sunbathing, some are showing off their sons, and some are feeling emo... Hmm, I got scolded by my husband for drinking.

The rider group is very busy. Some restaurants are slow to prepare food, some roads are congested, and some riders are feeling down... Oh, I got caught by the traffic police again for driving against traffic. By the way, starting yesterday, the verbal warnings have ended; now everyone is fined 20 yuan.

Local channels are in complete chaos, with everyone posting pictures of Zhang Qiliang's heroic figure, and some users are even feeling emo... Well, the app is completely full today, and it's impossible to place an order.

Hehehe...

Zhang Qiliang stubbed out his cigarette and casually flicked his wrist.

……

"Target... Begin browsing national channels."

Cheers erupted in the operations room!

Three minutes later.

Zhang Qiliang put away his phone.

In just three minutes, the "Do a Good Deed Every Day" program was launched.

A channel that reaches hundreds of millions of people, with unparalleled depth and rich content – ​​that's what makes it so classy!

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Yu Xizhou.

At noon, the "Tianmei Style" barbershop on the street had just opened.

When the glass door was pushed open, the receptionist was looking down at her phone.

She looked up and saw a young man walk in. He was in his twenties, wearing a very ordinary dark T-shirt and dark trousers, with a particularly warm smile on his face.

"Get a haircut," the young man said.

The receptionist immediately put on a smile and stood up: "Handsome, this way please. Our wash, cut and blow-dry prices are very reasonable, we have 28, 38 and 58, whichever you prefer."

The young man glanced at the price list, seemed to think it was a bit expensive, but didn't say anything more.

"Take the 28 one."

"Alright! Aya, take this handsome guy to get his hair washed!"

A young girl emerged from behind the reception desk. She was in her early twenties, quite pretty, with her hair in a ponytail and a professional, sweet smile on her face.

"Brother, this way."

She led the young man through the hall, turned into a corridor, and pushed open a door.

The shampoo room was quite spacious, but it only had one shampoo bed.

What was even more surprising was that after Aya went in, she closed the door behind her.

The young man glanced at the door but said nothing.

"Brother, lie down." Aya patted the shampoo bed and started adjusting the hot water.

The young man lay down.

The water was gurgling, and the temperature was just right.

Aya gently rubbed his hair with her fingers, her movements quite practiced.

"Is your brother a local?" Aya asked.

"No."

"Are they here for tourism?"

"Ah."

"Is my brother alone?"

"Ah."

Aya paused for a moment, then continued massaging.

"Why didn't you come with your girlfriend?" she asked again, her tone as casual as if she were talking about the weather.

"I don't have a girlfriend."

Aya laughed: "Brother is lying. Brother is so handsome, how could he not have a girlfriend?"

The young man didn't respond.

Aya thought to herself: Why is this guy so honest? Shouldn't he be taking advantage of the situation and asking me, "Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

Never mind, it won't affect anything.

"Is your brother a member of our store?" she asked again.

"No."

"Of course you're not," Aya thought. "If you were a member, you'd never be able to come into our store again in your lifetime."

She leaned down slightly and softened her voice: "Brother, why don't you get a membership? The store is having a promotion right now, you get the same amount back after topping up, it's a great deal."

"No need," the young man said. "I'm just here for tourism, and I won't have a chance to use it again if I top it up."

Aya leaned down even further, her chest almost touching the young man's arm, her voice softening even more: "How could I not have a chance to use it? Brother, you can do other services. We're open 24 hours a day. I... am very good at washing hair."

The young man moved slightly to the side.

"no need."

Aya persisted: "Brother, please top up your account! I only have an hour left before I finish my early shift. How about I be your tour guide?"

"no need."

"Please, brother," Aya's voice trembled with tears, her eyes reddening. "I've failed to meet my sales targets for two consecutive months, and the store manager said that if I don't perform well this month, I'll be fired. I... can't even afford the rent."

The young man remained silent for a few seconds.

"Please, brother~~~"

The young man sighed, his tone sounding like he was softening, or perhaps annoyed by the noise… or maybe he was saying, “Fine, I’ll give you a chance.” “How much does a membership cost?”

Aya's eyes lit up, and she moved her hands even faster.

“50! Brother, 50 is fine!” she quickly said. “Don’t worry, brother, we don’t make money from membership fees. We mainly focus on customer retention.”

"alright."

The young man took out a 100-yuan note from his pocket.

Aya paused for a moment: "Brother, can I pay by card or electronic payment? Our store is strictly managed and the staff are not allowed to accept cash."

“Okay.” The young man put the cash back. “Then I’ll wait.”

Aya pressed the button on the walkie-talkie on her shoulder: "Room 3, Block B, apply for a card—"

She seemed to realize what the young man meant by "wait a minute" halfway through her sentence, so she quickly covered the walkie-talkie and smiled apologetically at him.

"Oh, I'm sorry, brother, I said I'd be quick."

"fine."

Aya calmed down and continued washing her hair.

The scalp was washed even more thoroughly than before, with fingers gently massaging it with just the right amount of pressure, as if expressing gratitude.

Two minutes later, there was a light knock on the door of the shampoo room.

Aya quickly ran over to open the door.

The sound of high heels clattered as a woman in a business suit and impeccable makeup knelt down beside the shampoo bed, her voice as gentle as honey.

"Sir, thank you very much for recognizing our Tianmei Style."

Aya returned to the young man's side and said, "Brother, just give the card or phone to Sister Rong."

The young man took out his phone.

Sister Rong smiled and prompted, "Please open the payment page."

Young people open it.

Rongjie and Aya's eyes simultaneously swept across the screen—

Balance: 7200 yuan.

Sister Rong's smile deepened: "Please open your payment code."

The young people did as instructed.

As luck would have it, just then, Aya was washing the young man's forehead when her hand suddenly slipped, and she accidentally smeared a handful of foam onto the young man's face.

Even more coincidentally, she seemed completely unaware of the accident and continued washing her forehead as if nothing had happened.

"Ding--"

A notification sound plays.

Electronic payment successful.

The sound of high heels clicking away faded away, and the door closed softly.

Aya quickly and efficiently helped the young man finish the rest of the process, carefully dried his hair with a towel, and gently helped him sit up.

The young man took out his phone, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Isn't it 50 yuan?" he said. "The payment is 6200?"

Aya's expression froze for a perfect moment, then quickly changed to surprise.

"Really?!" She covered her mouth. "Oh dear, let me ask you—Sister Rong, Sister Rong, why is it 6200 yuan recharged for room 3 in Block B?"

Rong Jie's voice came through the walkie-talkie quickly, with a hint of apology and annoyance: "Let me see... Oh dear, this is the previous customer's recharge amount. I made a mistake here. I'm so sorry, please tell the customer that it was my mistake."

Aya released the walkie-talkie button and was about to speak—

“I heard you,” the young man nodded. “Give me a refund.”

Aya pressed the intercom again: "Sister Rong, the customer is requesting a refund."

"Of course, this is a normal request." Sister Rong's voice remained gentle and polite. "Please ask the customer to get a normal haircut first. I have already applied for a refund from headquarters. It's just a matter of going through the process, it will be quick."

Aya looked at the young man apologetically: "Brother..."

“Yes, I heard you.” The young man nodded again. “Then let’s get a haircut first.”

Aya led the young people out of the shampoo room and into the haircut area.

A young man wearing a fitted shirt and with his hair meticulously styled was already waiting there.

He smiled and guided the young man to sit down, his attitude almost respectful.

“Brother, Sister Rong just informed me,” Tony said. “To make up for the inconvenience caused, Sister Rong specially asked me to come and serve you properly.”

“This is Jerry,” Aya introduced at the right moment. “He’s our head chef, and his usual minimum charge is 158 yuan.”

"Why bother with all this?" Jerry chuckled. "Since we're the ones causing the inconvenience, we should prioritize your convenience. Bro, we'll calculate it at the lowest price of 28 yuan, is that alright with you?"

"Okay, thank you for your help."

Jerry tied a cape around the young man's neck, and the scissors flew up and down.