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Volume 1: The Blackened Zhang Si in the World of Fairy Sword 004 Pigeon Cage

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    The early morning in the imperial capital is divided into several periods.

    4-5 o'clock in the morning - this is the time when various vendors enter the market. The small business owners who sell breakfast and set up stalls in the morning market will set up their stalls at this time. The amazing thing is that these people never look tired on their faces.  .

    5-6 o'clock in the morning - it's time for grandparents to take a walk. At this time, the streets are full of boring nonsense.

    6-7 a.m. - This is the time for hard-working people who work far away from their residences to go out. Most of them have to travel across half of the imperial capital to a bustling financial center.

    7-9 a.m. - This is the time when people go to work, and they can usually check in 5-50 seconds before they are late.

    Fang Xian passed through the next three time periods on his way home.

    He witnessed the boredom of the uncle and aunt and the rare silence of the imperial capital.

    He witnessed the hard-working office workers crawling into the subway like ants.

    He witnessed people chasing time in a panic, or squandering their youth.

    Whenever this happens, he feels his own insignificance and confusion, tired of running for his life and achieving nothing.

    The melancholy was over, and he arrived home.

    If this is home

    Because land is at a premium in the imperial capital, the monthly rent for even the cheapest low-rent housing exceeds 1,500.  For a hard-working man like him, whose monthly salary is only three to five thousand, living alone in an apartment is as luxurious as studying abroad.

    Therefore, a strange existence came into being, which the people call it - grid house!

    Its homophone is pigeon house.

    This is also thanks to the wisdom of real estate agents. Generally speaking, a house of more than 80 square meters, especially a two-bedroom and one-living room, three-bedroom and one-living room type, is generally not easy to rent.  Due to their area, their monthly rent will exceed 3,500, and people who are willing to spend so much money to rent a house can fully afford to take out a loan to buy a house.

    As a result, smart real estate agents began to carry out large-scale construction after obtaining the owner's permission. They were able to extremely professionally divide a 100-square-meter house into a dozen or even dozens of single rooms, each less than 7 square meters, just enough to accommodate a single room.  University dormitory-style bunk beds, with people sleeping on top and a writing desk below.

    With such a plan, the rent for each single room can be settled with only 300 to 500 yuan.

    The renters are happy, the housing agents are happy, and the owners are happy too.

    Fang Xian always felt that when someone is happy, someone will suffer. But as far as this matter is concerned, he couldn't think of who suffered the loss despite exhausting his thoughts.

    Without further ado, he returned to the pigeon house.

    The dovecote in the morning is terrible.

    Because we have to fight for the toilet.

    In the summer, dozens of old men in underpants stood in a row in front of the only toilet, bleary-eyed.

    Fang Xian lost most of his interest when he saw this scene. This ghost place was full of the smell of men's sweat and off-brand cigarettes. It was really not an ideal place for a vacation.

    So he made a luxurious decision, the most luxurious decision in his life.

    He returned to his cell, took some daily necessities and stuffed them into his backpack. After making sure that cash, cards, ID cards, driver's license and other items were all on him, he picked up his laptop and turned around to leave decisively.

    "You seem to be going out for a ride? (Why are you going)" asked a man with hairy chest and underwear.

    "Let's go and play. (Go out to play)" Fang Xian closed the door without looking back.

    The crowd was speechless for a while.

    Fang Xian walked out of the community and looked at the crowded crowd, feeling an inexplicable sense of superiority in his heart.  At least for the next week, he no longer has to go out of the cage during the day and return to the cage at night.

    This week, he wants to show off his style, show off his taste, show off his luxury, and it would be even better if he can show off his sluttishness.  Anyway, the money will be drained by women sooner or later, so why not let yourself enjoy it before then.

    He has a total of 2,500 yuan in cash, a deposit of less than 20,000 yuan in his card, and a credit card limit of 5,000 yuan.

    The destination is only a five-minute walk from the community. Fang Xian has been yearning to go there for a long time, but has never been there before. He always feels inferior, or shy.

    Stepping into that door is a solemn and sacred thing, so you must be well prepared.

    There is a word to describe a person¡¯s transformation, and it¡¯s called transformation.

    Before entering the "Holy Land", Fang Xian first came to the modeling center next to the Holy Land.

    Don¡¯t think too much, apart from haircuts and beautification services here, there is not even a massage.

    Because it was still early, there were not many customers in the store yet. There were only a few waitresses who were yawning. When they saw a nice young man carrying a schoolbag walking in blankly, a certain lady greeted him skillfully.

    "Sir, would you like to have your hair styled or just have your hair cut?"

      Fang Xian was stunned and asked, "Is there any difference?"

    The lady smiled and said: "Hair cutting is a traditional business, and the hairstylist is only responsible for designing your hair. But in today's era, simple hair design is obviously difficult to meet the needs of fashionable people."

    "Fashionista, do you think I look like you?"

    "Haha, why doesn't it look like that? You just need to change your hairstyle, change your glasses, wear a jacket that suits your temperament, trim your eyebrows to make your glasses look more energetic, remove blackheads, and then put on your face"

    "" Fang Yan thought about it for a while, and they all said that changing the look is equivalent to changing the mood. It costs money anyway, so let's just have a good time.  After the lady finished talking, he bravely asked the price.

    "It depends on whether you need a mainland stylist or a Hong Kong-Hong Kong stylist. Mainland stylists are 188, Hong Kong-Hong Kong 388, including consultation and hair cutting. If you need perm, hair dyeing and beauty treatment, it is a separate matter."

    "Are there any stylists in Guangdong?" Fang Xian asked.

    "Tell me, Teacher Shao, do you have a reservation?" The lady walked to the wall and asked, pointing to a photo of a man.

    "No."

    "Let me check for you whether he has made an appointment this morning." The lady returned to the front desk and asked while flipping through the form, "How did you think of finding a Guangdong stylist?"

    Fang Xian answered while holding his nose: "He can speak Cantonese. I can lie to myself that he is from Hong Kong."

    The young lady shuddered at the cold joke, but restored her professional smile and led Fang Yan inside.

    Teacher Shao is a wretched middle-aged man wearing a peaked cap.

    In fact, among stylists, many people¡¯s styles are very simple, with short hair or bald heads.

    But Teacher Shao had no choice but to do this because he was bald. At Fang Xian¡¯s strong request, Teacher Shao was forced to communicate with him in Cantonese.

    ¡°You¡¯re a handsome guy, I¡¯ll change it again (I promise), you¡¯ll become a slutty one after you get rid of your inner penis (you¡¯ll become a different person after you go out)!¡±

    "Are you speaking Cantonese with a Henan accent?"

    "My mother gave me some rice as a gift to Zou Yin. (My mother is from Zhengzhou)"

    "Forget it, just speak Mandarin."

    ""

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    It seems that frequent asking for advice and acceptance is an annoying behavior.

    But I just can¡¯t help it!  !

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    ps. Make a transition in the middle and you will be able to play again soon.  In the plan, the ratio between games and urban scenes is 60% to 40%, so it¡¯s time to have fun and have fun.

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