Tonight's Special Duty Team, unlike yesterday's, changed completely.
Every member sported a new haircut.
Fang Huai stood in front of the mirror at the barbershop on the third floor of the squadron, scissors hanging around his neck, clippers in his right hand, contently admiring his handiwork.
Tony Fang's skin, officially launched.
In the mirror, Hao Chengbin looked refreshed and bright.
This haircut was not just a rushed job done with clippers, but a top-quality buzz cut finely shaped with scissors.
Moreover, Fang Huai's barbering skills were both fast and steady, five minutes per head, with hairstyles to choose from.
But it was only the buzz cut, cadres' trimmed side-part, special forces' bowl cut, and crew cut, just those four styles.
No help for it, he'd exchanged a bit of military merit value for "Introductory Hairdressing," and those were the styles he knew.
However, the error rate was extremely low, virtually nonexistent; his hands were deft and stable.
