When I agreed to this job, I felt it was an internal matter of the Ma family.

Uncle Ma was a craftsman. He had the spirit of the craftsman, and did things meticulously.

Ma Xiaoguo, on the other hand, was a modern, commercial businessman. His craft followed the latest trends, and his heart was also a bit dark. As long as he could make money, he would do anything. He had no boundaries.

Uncle Ma thought Ma Xiaoguo loved money. In fact, it was also the generational gap in social development.

But now, I felt that was not the case at all.

Ma Xiaoguo had a problem indeed. I could hear a baby crying in the small back room of his barbershop.

Feng Chunsheng also found a problem with him.

I asked him what it was.

Feng Chunsheng said, "Ma Xiaoguo’s nose is not big enough. It’s very small, and this means his life is doomed to poverty. In physiognomy, the nose is called the ‘wealth palace’. It is just responsible for wealth. Only a person whose nose is big enough, with broad nostrils, is destined to have money in his life. That’s life.”

Of course, first was fate; second, luck; third, geomancy; fourth, accumulated merit; fifth, learning.

The destinies of human beings, in fact, were the integrated embodiment of those five things.

Feng Chunsheng said, "Shui, think about it. Ma Xiaoguo's nose is flat; the tip of the nose is sharp and small. He doesn’t have good finances."

When he said that, I hurriedly asked him, "Brother Chun, you said people with big noses are rich. Is there any basis for this claim?"

"Crap. You’ve seen those rich Chinese people. Wang Sicong's father, the CEO of Tencent, the CEO of JD.com.. Their noses are very big." Feng Chunsheng continued, "Another example: Ma Yun is the richest businessman in China. He’s not tall and his whole face is relatively short, but if you pay attention to his nose.. It’s called a wealth palace. The nostrils are broad, and the whole nose is very big in general. Those proportions make for a wonderful wealth palace.”

Oh.

I nodded and found that there was some truth in his words.

Feng Chunsheng said, "Of course, a wealth palace is not necessarily able to make a fortune. The other four elements are also important. As for luck, I’m not sure. Normal people all have the same luck - sometimes good, sometimes bad."

"Third - geomancy." Feng Chunsheng said, "The geomancy of this barbershop is called Transverse Knife Cutting Wealth."

I asked what Transverse Knife Cutting Wealth meant.

Feng Chunsheng pointed to the door and said, "Look carefully. What’s across the street?"

"A residential building with a gated parking lot."

"Yes." he said, "There was an open space across the street from the barbershop, but now there is a boom gate at the entrance to the parking lot. The bar of the boom gate interferes with the fortune and wealth of the barbershop. That is the so called Transverse Knife Cutting Wealth.

Oh.

I took a deep breath. There were so many rules in geomancy.

Then Feng Chunsheng said, "Fourth - accumulated merit. How can a barber who keeps giving you sales pitches accumulate merit? Fifth - learning. Do you think Ma Xiaoguo reads many books?"

"You mean to say Ma Xiaoguo could never be rich?" I said, "If he can open such a big shop, isn’t he already rich?"

Feng Chunsheng said, "He is fated to not make money, but now he is rich. This is the crux of the problem. How did he get rich?"

"Do you mean that he used a dirty method?" I asked him.

He smiled, said, "Not a dirty method. It's an evil Yin method. Evil Yin consumes virtue to change a person’s life."

“Really?”

Feng Chunsheng said, “Didn't you just hear the baby crying in that room?”

My skin crawled. Ma Xiaoguo might have done something wicked.

Feng Chunsheng and I understood that Uncle Ma wanting to make Ma Xiaoguo get a Yin and Yang Tattoo was really not the problem. Perhaps he found something? It was hard to tell.

Feng Chunsheng and I had almost figured things out, but Ma Xiaoguo was still busy giving the customer a perm.

We talked about Chen Sanli's matter.

I said I couldn’t get through to Chen Sanli. His phone was turned off.

"What?" Feng Chunsheng was stunned. "That guy... His phone’s off? He just walked away, didn’t he?"

I scratched my scalp. I felt that Chen Sanli was not that kind of person. Otherwise, why would he spend so much effort to come to Minnan?

Feng Chunsheng bit his lip and did not speak. I could see he was also very anxious.

I whispered to Feng Chunsheng, "In fact, I sent a text message to Da Niu, asking him to help us check if Chen Sanli booked any train or plane tickets."

Both train and plane tickets required the real name to purchase. It would be easy to find out.

"Let’s wait for now," Feng Chunsheng sighed.

We didn't want to talk anymore.

About fifteen minutes later, Ma Xiaoguo finally finished his work, and called the two of us and Uncle Ma to his corner office. When we went in, he growled at us, "A Yin and Yang Tattoo? Are you kidding me? Do I look stupid? Get out of here right now!"

Then, Ma Xiaoguo scolded Uncle Ma, "Can you even make any money by shaving? Do you know how much I’ve been making every month since I’ve opened this shop? You can't think I am not normal because you can’t make money. I tell you, I'm normal.”

Uncle Ma was very angry. “I didn’t want to lecture you, but now I have to! How much money do you charge to cut hair? Five hundred Yuan. For a perm - one thousand Yuan. Styling - two thousand Yuan! Is this money the right way? Just ask yourself!"

What?

Haircuts for five hundred Yuan, perms for one thousand Yuan? This was a rip off!

This rip off nevertheless did great business. Many people came to a have a haircut. There had to be a secret behind it.

Then, Ma Xiaoguo said, "Dad, you can't make money because you do not have the ability. I can earn money, and that proves I have the ability. I don’t care how I make the money.”

Then, Ma Xiaoguo growled at us again, "You two, if you aren’t here for a haircut, get out."

He acted like a snob.

I immediately sat in a chair and said, "Come here and cut my hair, then."

“Really?” Ma Xiaoguo asked.

I sneered, "I can afford a few hundred Yuan. That’s no problem. Just get cutting, I don't have time to wait for you."

Ma Xiaoguo’s expression changed as soon as he realized that I really wanted a haircut. He picked up the hair clippers and cut my hair carefully, smiling, "Hey, brother, I am sorry, my temper is a bit irritable. Your hair is good, very black and thick. Beautiful! Well, you can call me Seven."

His attitude changed one hundred and eighty degrees. I was surprised. I guessed Uncle Ma certainly thought that Ma Xiaoguo was very humiliating. This person really had no integrity.

Uncle Ma was angry. He left the barbershop, saying he disliked this subservient fa?ade.

When he went out, Feng Chunsheng also sat down and asked Ma Xiaoguo to give him a haircut, too.

Ma Xiaoguo took thirty minutes to give us both a full haircut, but one thing was strange - after cutting our hair, he tied a bunch of hair to our heads with a wire, and then took it off.

When he finished, Ma Xiaoguo charged us five hundred Yuan per person, plus two hundred Yuan each for getting a haircut from the barbershop owner.

We spent one thousand four hundred Yuan to get two haircuts.

This was the most expensive haircut I’d ever gotten.

To tell the truth, Ma Xiaoguo's craft was not bad. But it definitely wasn’t extraordinary. There was nothing special about his skills.

The two of us went out the door, Ma Xiaoguo groveling after us, "Next time you need a haircut, come find me!"

There were many questions on our minds: why was Ma Xiaoguo charging so much for a haircut, and why did so many people seek his services? What made him earn so much? Just pandering and pitching?”

I guessed this man had to be utilizing some evil means.

When Feng Chunsheng and I returned to the car, Uncle Ma was sitting and smoking on the sidewalk. When he saw us come over, he sighed and said, "My son is really hopeless."

I asked him what happened.

He told us to get in the car.

Inside, he showed us his hands. There was a wisp of hair in each fist.

That hair was not ours. It was very short and thin.

Uncle Ma shook his hands, but the hair remained stuck to his palms, wrapped around his fingers.

"Is there a lighter?" He asked.

I said yes.

“Burn it,” Uncle Ma said.

I hurriedly took out the lighter and lit the two wisps of hair.

As the hair burned, I suddenly heard the sound of crying. It sounded like a little child.

Then I knew why I heard the same baby crying in the corner of the barber shop.

Uncle Ma said the hair was the hair of a ghost embryo, a kind of Yin skill related to the Yin shave.

This kind of Yin skill was cultivated using the first hairs growing on a baby’s head.

"How is it cultivated?" I asked him.

He sighed and said, "I really do not have the face to tell you where the hair of a ghost embryo comes from. You think that we had more Yin skills, but we were relying on our own skills to earn a living. In those days, craftsmen were valuable. My son still relies on this Yin skill to earn dirty money. Alas, my family is unfortunate.”

After a lengthy sigh, he finally told us how to cultivate the hair of a ghost embryo.

The hair of a ghost embryo was evil. Indeed, very evil.

It was cultivated using the first hairs of a baby, but it was not a normal baby's hair. It used......