Mya Shopping Mall was the largest and most upscale shopping mall in Webb City. Many luxury boutiques were located on the ground floor.
And a barbershop that operated in such a high-level mall couldn't boast that its stylists were definitely the best in Webb City, but at least their skills wouldn't be bad.
Sweat was beading on Mr. Tony's forehead as he greeted his customer.
No, he wasn't called Tony. There were too many barbers named Tony, so to distinguish himself, he renamed himself Tom.
Mr. Tom's throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, sweat pouring down his forehead. He nodded in agreement from time to time.
He'd been in this industry for so many years, but this was the first time he'd encountered such a demanding, no, such a knowledgeable customer.
Most customers usually let the barber do the talking and might occasionally voice their own opinions.
The most troublesome customers he'd encountered would at most pull out a magazine and tell him to cut their hair like the celebrity on the cover.
But when Mr. Tom saw his customer's Mediterranean-style haircut, he could only regretfully say, "I really can't do it."
Eventually, the customer left in a huff, perhaps realizing how expensive it was here and choosing to slip away in this manner.
But this customer was different.
He never glanced at the outdated magazine on the barbershop table.
Instead, he made specific requests, even detailing which parts of his hair should be slightly longer and which should be shorter, precise to the millimeter.
Listening to those complicated instructions, as the best stylist and the real director of the barbershop, Mr. Tom almost wanted to hand over the scissors and let Zack cut his own hair.
Actually, Zack could cut his own hair, but since he didn't have any hairstyle at all right now, he had to rely on someone else to shape it for him.
He could refine it himself after returning home.
As Mr. Tom listened to Zack's lesson, he gradually felt like he was back in art school learning to cut hair, in an era when he knew nothing.
Mr. Tom couldn't help but admire this customer's impressive understanding and perception of fashion.
He found the most fashionable styles of the year but never followed them verbatim.
Instead, starting from his head shape, he designed a hairstyle that was most in line with the aesthetics and fashion of the times, and most suitable for himself.
The more Mr. Tom listened, the more admiration he felt. He trembled all over and looked at Zack with admiring eyes, feeling like kneeling down and begging to be his apprentice.
After holding it in for a long time, Mr. Tom summoned his courage. His legs went weak, and he blurted out, "... Sir, would you like to get a membership card?"
Zack: "..."
Shit, wasn't I planning to ask to be his apprentice? I said the wrong thing! Damn, it just rolled off my tongue so smoothly!
Since it was already said, he might as well make the best of it!
"Our shop has a great promotion today. With a recharge of 5,000 yuan, you'll get an extra 500. And today's haircut, perm, or dye job will be half off!"
"... So, you really don't want to get a membership card?"
Facing Mr. Tom's expectant gaze, Zack ruthlessly refused, "... Let's talk about the membership card later. Just cut my hair first."
Getting the handsome hairstyle Zack wanted was impossible with just a haircut; he also needed a perm.
After three hours of styling, with Mr. Tom's disappointed gaze, Zack left the barbershop without getting a membership card.
For a perm and a haircut, since it was done by Mr. Tom, the director himself, it cost almost 2,000 yuan.
All I can say is that the barbershops in these big malls are ridiculously expensive.
And that's because Zack is a man. If it were a woman getting her hair done, it would start at 3,000 yuan.
But let's face it, Mr. Tom, as the director, was qualified. He perfectly created the handsome hairstyle Zack wanted.
...
After getting his hair done, Zack found a beauty salon to get his eyebrows trimmed and his skin pampered.
After going through this messy routine, he spent another 5,000 yuan.
Don't say that men don't need to do these things; it's just because medical aesthetics are too expensive.
A well-maintained woman can find a wealthy older man, but a well-maintained man may not necessarily find a rich woman. The effort is disproportionate, so they're not interested.
But if you have money, and have enough money to not care about these small expenses, both men and women would be willing to take care of themselves.
When other men are gray-haired at fifty or sixty, you'll still look like a handsome uncle in his thirties and will still be liked by a group of girls.
That's when the difference will show.
After completing this whole routine, Zack's entire demeanor and image had undergone a tremendous transformation.
His clothing was still a problem, still resembled a programmer from CBD.
Although Mya Shopping Mall was the most luxurious mall in Webb City, it couldn't compare to places like Hang Lung Plaza in Shanghai.
At least it didn't have the top luxury boutiques like Chanel and Hermès.
Although it didn't have those top luxury boutiques, it did have slightly less luxurious brands like Armani and Versace.
And now, with the aesthetics of a top domestic fashion master, Zack wouldn't limit his clothing to one brand.
Wearing clothes from only one luxury brand is the most basic match and will only make people think you're rich and have a sense of fashion, but it won't make people think you know how to mix and match. Do you understand what's called 'stylish'?
Luxury brands like Versace and Armani are still expensive.
Although they're not as exaggerated as Chanel, where a single piece of clothing can cost over 30,000 yuan.
But for this level of luxury, a shirt costing 3,000 yuan, a pair of shoes costing 8,000 to 9,000 yuan, and a silk shirt or jacket costing just over 10,000 yuan are normal.
Men's clothing from brands like Armani tends to be more formal and steadier, lacking that stylish flair. Zack casually bought two pieces to wear occasionally.
Versace's designs are bolder.
With all kinds of quirky patterns and designs, Zack shook his head and sighed when he saw this LA. GRECE floral shirt priced at 9,000 yuan.
The shirt was either a bright yellow or an odd red, or even a mix of colors. Most people wouldn't dare to buy it; wearing it could easily make them look like a clown.
Only now, with Zack's absolute sense of fashion, could he use these colors to match himself like a walking model.
When he first entered these luxury boutiques, the sales ladies weren't cold to him, but their smiles were only service smiles.
When Zack bought his first piece of clothing, the sales lady's smile became sweeter.
When he bought the second piece, her smile was reserved.
By the third piece, she hesitated with her smile.
When he bought over a dozen pieces of clothing and pants for matching in one go, her eyes were burning with desire, as if she wanted to climb into Zack's bed.
After buying some clothes, he also found some niche affordable luxury brands to match, even buying high-end underwear costing 800 yuan per piece and socks costing 500 yuan per pair.
He also went to the "LV" store and spent over 30,000 yuan on a suitcase to pack all these things and bring them to the capital tomorrow.
Although Zack could go to the capital empty-handed and buy everything there, he felt it was a bit off if he returned to school without a suitcase filled with daily necessities.
He had also considered buying a watch, but unfortunately, Webb City was still lacking, with too few high-end watch stores.
The watch Zack fancied needed to be ordered, so he gave up and planned to deal with it when he got to the capital.
In total, he spent almost 200,000 yuan, and he didn't even have to carry the clothes himself.
Because he spent so much money, the pretty sales ladies from the luxury boutiques helped him carry them!
Standing over 1.8 meters tall, though somewhat skinny, with his stylish, flowing hair and distinctive attire, he didn't look effeminate at all. Instead, he radiated an aura of 'fashion' in every outfit he wore.
When Zack was fully dressed, as he walked through the mall and on the streets, his charm towards women reached a 99% turn-around rate!
The reason it wasn't a hundred percent was that any girl who didn't turn back to look at him must be a butch lesbian!
After loading everything into the car, the cashier lady secretly slipped Zack her business card with her WeChat on it.
Zack knew that if he played his cards right, chatting with this pretty lady under the pretense of dating, with his current good looks and wealth, it wouldn't take long for them to have deeper conversations.
Then, after a fortnight or a month of fun, he could easily find an excuse to dump her and move on to the next one.
Zack was now well-versed in these tactics.
Too bad he had to go to the capital tomorrow. He might as well swindle girls there instead, like his cousin, her classmates, or even the incoming female freshmen.
Zack glanced at his attributes:
[Appearance]: 7 (8)
The number in the bracket had turned into an 8. Though not a real number, it was obvious that Zack had become even more handsome!
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