Volume 1 Chapter 0066: Fake Hong Kong businessman's work
Seeing that the 1970s were about to end, Nan Yihao took a chance and ran to Silian to get a haircut.
Silian is not an ordinary barber shop. Usually the barbers in a barber shop are either named Zhang Fugui or Li Erdan, and the worst one in Silian is Teacher Tonny.
Back then, with a wave of the hand, the four barber shops of Huhai Huaxin, Violet, Yunshang and Xiangming were "moved" to the capital along with their people and equipment, and merged into one.
These four houses hosted all the famous figures in those days. Let’s put it this way, if you look at the singers on old records of the Republic of China, they all had their hair done in these four houses.
Not only celebrities, but also fashionable writers and Shanghai tycoons, who used to be able to call the shots but now have their names mentioned enough to cover seventeen or eighteen books, often patronize here.
The cheapest haircut in Beijing now costs about 1.5 cents, and that's for the barbers who carry a carrying pole and walk around the streets; while ordinary barbershops will charge you 25 or 30 cents.
But here in Silian, men have to drop at least 80 cents when they walk in, and it’s even more expensive for women, at least 2.2 yuan.
Don't think it's expensive. Except for those who have reimbursement, no matter which woman, she would not come here just for a haircut. Anyone who comes here basically comes for a perm.
The charge for perming starts from RMB 2.20.
Nan Yi sat in the barber chair. The distinguished barber helped him put on a bib, then draped a towel over the back of his neck. Without even asking Nan Yi what kind of haircut he wanted, he started with the clippers.
There's no need to ask, Nan Yi can only have a flat cut with his hair like this.
Don’t be curious, why can I only have a flat head? Why can’t I have a bald head?
If any young person dared to shave his head, Lei Zi would arrest you three times a day and ask you which labor camp you had just returned from. His father's rage was like a sailor who had been at sea for three years and returned to hear that his son was one year old. If he didn't beat you to death, he would take your surname.
Nan Yi didn't care how his hair would be cut. He kept observing the women who were getting their hair permed through the mirror.
First look at the "brain-reading device" on their heads, and then look at what they are wearing.
Nan Yi actually saw a woman wearing a turtleneck sweater, which was rare. Turtlenecks were not popular yet, and most of them were worn by women working in foreign-related units.
This is the only special point. The rest are basically low-necked sweaters, with a colorful collar showing from the inside.
It could only be the collar, and as expected, they were all wearing fake collars.
Nan Yi thought that fake collars were still very popular in the market, and Wenchangwei could make some colorful fabrics to reap the benefits of fake collars.
The profit is a little low, but it is easy to increase the volume.
Moreover, the craftsmanship of making fake collars is not too complicated. Once you become skilled, it is no problem to make hundreds of them a day.
After the hair was cut, the barber removed the towel from the back of Nan Yi's neck, untied his bib, took out a powder puff from a round iron can, and patted it on Nan Yi's neck several times.
carefree!
What will be dry cleaning in the future and what will be prickly heat powder today are the essence that led Nan Yi into the barber shop.
Just the way the barber took these few shots was worth the 80 cents.
He stood up and looked in the mirror. With this hairstyle and the clothes he was wearing, he was definitely the Shanghai tycoon Ding Li.
It’s just that it was during the period when I was in Zhabei.
Satisfied, he checked the bill and walked out of Silian, went to the grocery store to buy some food, and then Nan Yi returned to the depths of Baihua.
When I walked into the room, I saw a young man sitting at the table eating noodles.
"Are you so hungry?"
"I'm a little hungry, mainly because I'm bored, so I made myself some noodles." Xian Weimin wiped his mouth and said.
Nan Yi said apologetically: "Well, it's my fault. I went to get a haircut. I bought some pickles. Would you like some?"
"No, I can't eat the pickles here."
Xian Weimin picked up the bowl, drank the noodle soup , wiped his mouth, and took out a stack of A4 paper from his schoolbag.
"Grandma Fang said that the dramas that TVB has decided to shoot next year are all on it, including "Shanghai Beach", "King of Gamblers", "Dream in Peking", and "The Good Earth: Golden Mountain Dream". Some of the actors have not been confirmed yet, so there is no way to find out."
Nan Yi flipped through the papers, skipping over the rest and only reading the content related to "Shanghai Beach".
It's useless. The words between the lines reveal a meaning. The script has not been completed yet, let alone the actors. Butterflies should not have time to flap their wings in such a place, and the actors should still be the same actors.
"Only 'Shanghai Beach' looks like a fashion drama. When you go back, talk to my grandmother and ask her to keep an eye on it. Once the crew is formed, go get Zhang Xu Wenqiang's makeup photo.
It would be even better if I could get in touch with the costumes of the crew, take some photos of the clothes I plan to wear for Xu Wenqiang, and draw a pattern at the same time.”
"good!"
Xian Weimin nodded.
"When you go back, tell my grandmother and ask her to help you with the paperwork. I need you to become a Xiangyuan."
"You want me to go to Xiangkeng?"
"No, I just need your Hong Kong ID card."
Nan Yi took out a cigarette, spread it around, took a puff and said, "You know who the so-called Hong Kong businessmen who came back to invest in Dongzhu are, right?"
"Yes, they all swam over there a few years ago. I even saw one from the Huangjiawei Brigade nearby. He was seven or eight years older than me. When he fought with us for water, I once gave him a shoulder pole."
"Well, I want you to become someone like him, go to Hong Kong and come back to be a Hong Kong businessman."
"Understood."
"Also, go back and ask Wei Le if he is willing to get a green card from China. If he is willing, he can become a Hong Kong citizen with you first, and then go to China."
"He went to China? Who is responsible for the tape?"
"It won't be so soon to go to the United States. Let him continue with his work. I will make arrangements for the next step when I return. The TV trailer has come out. The Man from Atlantis will be aired next Thursday, one episode a week.
After you go back, you can prepare for the shipment of the Mike Mirror. In addition, you can find another person to take over your business in Yuyu."
"In the brigade?"
"No, I need an outsider."
"If it's an outsider, I do have a suitable candidate. Would you like me to bring him to you to meet him?"
Nan Yi waved his hand, "No need, you just need to be the boss. My existence is a secret, outsiders cannot know it. From now on, Uncle Xian will be the face of the team, and you, Boss Xian, will be the face of the outside world.
Why should I let you become a Hong Kong businessman?
I just want to provide you with insurance and also provide Wenchang with insurance.
Next year, the food factory will be up and running. If possible, I plan to run the food factory as a joint venture between Wenchangwei Brigade and your Xiangkeng Company.
Xiangkeng Company is just a figurehead, but actually it still belongs to the Wenchangwei Brigade; to be more precise, it belongs to the Wenchangwei Brigade Headquarters.
Please inform everyone about this matter when you go back, and I will explain it in detail at the meeting when I return.
It's almost the end of the year, and the accounts will be closed on the 20th of this month. Please settle the accounts of the garment factory as soon as possible and send me a telegram with the final figures."
"I understand."
