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Fifteen minutes later.

How can I describe this skill...? I can only say that the young man in the mirror has lost a lot of hair.

But Jerry looked very satisfied.

“This is the most popular hairstyle for elites from major companies in first-tier cities this year,” he said, taking a half step back to examine it as if admiring a work of art. “I have a good face shape and a good figure, so this hairstyle suits me best.”

Aya happened to be carrying a water glass when she saw the young man in the mirror, and her eyes immediately lit up.

Wow! My brother is so handsome!

She placed the water glass on the shelf in front of the young man and handed him a receipt.

"Brother, this is your expense statement."

The young man picked up his water glass and slowly took a sip.

Then he put down his water glass, took the receipt, and glanced at it.

“Yes,” he said, “the bill came to 11200 yuan.”

Aya nodded: "That's right."

"I remember it was 28 yuan."

“Yes,” Aya nodded in confirmation, “28 yuan per zone.”

The young man looked up at her.

Aya responded with a sweet smile.

"Hair...can be sectioned?" the young man asked with a smile.

“Yes…yes,” for some reason, compared to the furious customer, Tony felt that the smile in front of him was far more terrifying—however, his professional ethics forced him to bite the bullet and continue: “According to the latest hairdressing techniques, the most scientific division of a hairstyle into sections is 400.”

96. Why must we have known each other before we meet?

"What is this? A scam?" The young man was naturally unhappy, though his tone remained calm.

Tony's expression turned serious: "Sir, you can't just say things like that. We have clearly marked prices."

As he spoke, Tony raised his hand and pointed towards the top of the front desk.

There was an exquisite acrylic lightbox hanging there, with the prices for haircuts written in artistic font: 28 yuan, 38 yuan, and 58 yuan.

The young man looked up, and Tony reminded him, "There are instructions at the end."

There is indeed a reminder: after each price, there is a small label, so small that you have to look closely to see it – “/zone”.

The young man's gaze lingered on the small print for a second.

“I don’t agree.” He shook his head.

Tony showed just the right amount of helplessness, his expression clearly saying: There's nothing I can do if you don't agree, the rules are what they are.

The young man stopped looking at him and turned to Xiaoya.

"Where is my refund?"

"Brother, are you sure?" Xiaoya maintained her professional smile, her tone carrying just the right amount of embarrassment. "If you're topping up your card, our store's current promotion is 'top up one get one free.' You topped up 6200, which is a total of 12400 yuan... It's not worth it to get a refund."

“You mean,” the young man looked at her, “that if I want a refund, I still have to pay 11200 yuan first?”

"Brother...this is the headquarters' rule." Xiaoya lowered her head, her voice filled with grievance, as if she had been bullied.

The young man looked at her for two seconds.

Then he took out his phone and dialed three numbers.

110.

Xiaoya and Tony exchanged a glance.

Tony turned and walked away.

Xiaoya hesitated for a moment, then walked away.

A little while later, a waiter came over with a delicate little fruit plate and gently placed it on the table next to the young man.

The young man glanced at the plate of sliced ​​watermelon but didn't touch it.

Yuxi Prefecture is a new first-tier city with a fairly ample fiscal budget.

About ten minutes later, a police car pulled up in front of the store.

Two students from the fast-track class and one student from the auxiliary class entered the store.

The three people's expressions were interesting—not the usual seriousness, but a more complex kind of disdain.

The exasperation of "Why is it this place again?" and "I knew I was going to waste my time as soon as I walked in" was practically written on their faces.

Who reported this to the authorities?

The young man raised his hand.

"what's the situation?"

The young man explained the situation in its entirety.

It's really complete.

From the moment he entered the store for consultation, to the shampooing, recharging, haircut, raising objections, and being rejected—every step was explained clearly.

Not only that.

He openly discussed all of these things: the unusual setup of the shampoo stalls, the detail of Xiaoya rubbing her head with a two-tube tweezer during the shampoo process, the sexual innuendo of "open 24 hours" and "excellent shampoo service," and the little trick of using foam to block his vision when topping up his card.

There was no attempt to conceal anything, no embarrassment whatsoever.

Xiaoya was stunned.

Tony was stunned.

The receptionist was stunned.

Even Sister Rong, who had been hiding and suddenly appeared out of nowhere, showed a hint of surprise on her face.

The group quickly exchanged glances.

This isn't right.

According to their experience, normal men in this situation should be ashamed to describe the details—"lacking self-control," "lust-crazed," "careless," "a complete idiot"—who would willingly admit to such labels?

If the parties involved are vague about that part of the content, the logic of the whole matter will become chaotic, incoherent, and ultimately unresolved.

But this person...

The results for the accelerated and supplementary classes were also a bit unexpected.

The leader of the fast-track team turned around and began asking questions on the spot.

Fast Class: "You used the two-cylinder stick to rub Mr. Ma Xiaoming's head?"

Xiaoya's face paled, and her eyes instantly reddened: "How could this be! We're a legitimate business, and I'm a decent girl from a respectable family..."

Fast Class: "Why did you say 'open 24 hours' and 'the hair washing service is particularly good'?"

Such details could easily lead to arguments, and Xiaoya's answer was quite concise: "I didn't say that."

Fast Class: "Did you clearly tell Ma Xiaoming that the minimum recharge amount is 50 yuan?"

"I do not have."

Fast Class: "During the recharge process, why was foam deliberately used to obstruct Mr. Ma Xiaoming's view?"

"I do not have."

The fast-paced classmate looked at the young man and shrugged: You heard that.

The young man wasn't in a hurry.

"Can't we check the surveillance footage?"

Xiaoya gave him an apologetic smile: "Brother, you're joking. The shampoo room is a private area, and we don't have security cameras installed."

The young man looked at her and smiled.

The smile was faint, but Xiaoya felt a sudden tightness in her heart.

The young people then looked toward the fast-track class.

"Is it reasonable to divide one person's hair into 400 sections and charge 11200 yuan?"

This was Tony's area of ​​expertise, he immediately took over the conversation, and just as he had explained to the young man earlier, pointed to the front desk again: "Sir, we are Mingma—"

"I know!" The fast-track officer in charge of the inquiry didn't even bother to look.

He continued to look at the young man, his tone tinged with helplessness, and a tiny bit of... sympathy.

“Mr. Ma, I understand your feelings. But the laws of Da Yang do not stipulate that hair cannot be divided into 400 sections, nor does the service industry set a maximum fee.”

The young man's expression remained unchanged.

"So, even if the fast-paced class stands on the sidelines, I can only suffer in silence?"

The fast-paced class was silent for a second.

“This is an economic dispute,” he said. “According to regulations, we cannot intervene arbitrarily.”

“If it’s not a big deal,” the young man asked, “can you help me? I’m from out of town, and this is my first day in Yuxi Prefecture.”

The fast-paced class didn't respond.

If it's not something you can just do casually, then of course you can help!

But what does that mean? Spending several days in a row on this trivial matter, endless extra documents, endless overtime, and possibly offending certain people behind the scenes—this lousy shop has been open for so long, there must be someone behind it, right?

And you're from out of town.

You're from out of town!

“If you really can’t accept it,” Kuaiban said, “you can consider filing a lawsuit in court.”

The young man looked at him and nodded.

"Alright." He sighed softly, "Then I can only... trouble you all."

Only?

Shouldn't it be "can only say"?

The fast-paced student paused for a moment, but didn't think much of it.

He gave a shout and left with his colleagues and entourage.

The young man took out his phone and dialed another number.

Market Supervision and Administration Bureau.

Xiaoya, Tony, the receptionist, and Sister Rong exchanged glances again before dispersing.

After a while, Xiaoya carefully walked over with a cup of warm water and gently placed it beside the young man.

“Brother,” her voice was soft, “this is the headquarters’ operating model; the rest of us are just employees…”

The young man glanced at her.

“I know,” he said.

Yuxi Prefecture is a new first-tier city, and the Market Supervision Administration has a sufficient budget.

Fifteen minutes later, two market inspectors and a temporary worker entered the store—yes, the temporary worker was also wearing a uniform and stood at the back without saying a word.

To understand the reasons, conduct on-site inquiries, have both parties confront each other, and review surveillance footage...

Another fifteen minutes passed.

After the process was completed, the leading market supervision officer cleared his throat, his face serious, and addressed the merchants: "Small print labeling is definitely not in line with the principle of honest business practices. Using misleading sales tactics is also certainly not in line with the market economy values ​​of Da Yang. Your business practices definitely need to be improved."

The merchants nodded repeatedly, their attitude impeccably sincere.

After warning the businesses, the market inspectors turned their attention to young people.

“Mr. Ma,” his tone softened, “as an adult, you should be more careful when making purchases. If you encounter prices significantly below market value or overly enthusiastic sales pitches, it doesn’t hurt to ask a few more questions. Be realistic about your budget and be wary of overpriced traps, right?”

The young man nodded: "So both sides were at fault?"

The market supervisor choked for a moment, also finding the summary rather blunt.