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Chapter 43: New Trend (Please vote with recommendation tickets!)
October 19, 2022 Author: Great Demon Spirit
This small photograph, like a Super Nuclear Bomb in the online world, blasted countless netizens who were lurking for gossip out of their hiding places!
Below that tweet, countless people commented, and even more promptly reposted, making it an instant sensation.
Netizens joked, "Is this the Mechanist's new look? A super Shamate Style?" Some even openly shouted that the Mechanist had gone mad, and he would surely cleave the stylist who gave him such a hairstyle in two once he came to his senses!
"Tony-style Shamate" quickly went viral as a popular phrase on the internet. People worldwide looked at Tony, who resembled a refugee, and felt delighted, discussing amongst themselves, "Did this guy escape from the Middle East and North Africa? That's too tragic, what a disastrous look. What exactly did the Mechanist go through?"
Several Charity Associations immediately stepped forward, calling on everyone to learn from Tony, to carry forward the spirit of arduous struggle, and to donate money and goods.
"The Mechanist is so poor he can't even afford clothes, do you still have the nerve to live luxuriously?" a charity worker publicly stated.
Many observant people had already noticed that Tony had clearly gone through a bloody battle, but these occasional correct opinions were quickly drowned out by the teasing public. Compared to such boring things, they were more concerned about whether Tony would cleave the stylist in two.
"I bet ten dollars, if the stylist doesn't die, I'll livestream screwing a fan."
"Supporting the original poster. I believe Tony, a native-born New Yorker, isn't someone who kills indiscriminately. Waiting for you to screw a fan."
"Supporting the second floor."
The stylist who took the photo was the Boss of this hair salon. His business had been lukewarm for years. His name was simple; he named his shop "The Thirteenth"... it would be a miracle if superstitious people actually became customers.
He had a flash of inspiration, a moment of enlightenment, and discovered a brilliant business opportunity.
Tony sat in the chair, asking the hairdresser to make his hairstyle handsome. "Money is not an issue, I only care what you can do with my hair," Tony warned, feeling uneasy in his heart, while fiercely glaring at Quicksilver who was sitting nearby, roaring with laughter.
It was all this bastard's fault!
The Man in Glasses stared wide-eyed, wanting to laugh but not daring to.
The Boss decided to personally handle it. He gestured, pulled out several photos, and asked Tony which one he preferred. The first photo was of the Shamate Style, with half the head shaved bald and the other half spiked up. To be honest, it suited Tony's current situation... but did Tony look like he'd admit it? It would be a miracle if he didn't punch you! If this hairstyle came out, tomorrow it would be the headline of major news media!
Tony looked at the Boss with an ill expression, but out of politeness, he reluctantly said, "It's not bad... I guess... but it definitely doesn't suit me."
The Boss immediately tweeted: "Tony thinks this hairstyle isn't bad! 20% off at our salon, those interested please hurry and book online at %&*%￥##%￥……"
Countless netizens rushed online to book appointments.
The second photo was brought before Tony; it was still half-shaved bald, with the other half horizontally covering the bald side, then styled with gel. The Boss asked him, "How about this hairstyle?"
Tony felt something was off. Quicksilver threw a phone over to him, laughing wildly, and Tony's face darkened.
He glared at the Boss and coldly scoffed at the hairstyle in the photo: "A pile of dog shit!"
The Boss immediately tweeted: "Tony thinks this hairstyle is like a pile of dog shit! 30% off at our salon! Those interested please hurry and book online, first come, first served!"
Another large wave of netizens scrambled to book appointments, crashing the official website. People were extremely curious: what does a dog shit-like hairstyle look like?
The third photo was handed over, still half-shaved bald, with the other half hanging outwards, covering half the face.
Tony's expression was displeased, a bit angry but more amused. He quipped, "I don't know if this hairstyle of yours is good or bad."
The Boss immediately tweeted: "Tony thinks this hairstyle is hard to evaluate! Our salon is offering a 40% off 'jump-off-the-building' huge discount! Those interested please hurry and book online!"
Netizens exploded, many finding it hilarious, teasing each other that Tony was at war with the Shamate Style. With a half-serious, half-playful mindset, they also went and made an appointment.
The Boss grinned so wide his mouth was crooked; the appointment schedule was now filled for several years. The other stylists also let out a cheer.
Tony cursed loudly, ranting whether they knew how to do hair or not, saying if not, he'd find someone else, as it was wasting time. Quicksilver bounced around, urging Tony to stay, swearing that this shop had a good reputation.
Tony, with a dark expression, warned the Boss to take it seriously, as he had urgent matters. The Boss readily agreed, took a deep breath, and decided it was time to get to work. He would use his signature skill to create a hairstyle that would astonish the world!
So, he first cleaned Tony's scalp, then with a few snips of the clippers, mercilessly attacked Tony's few remaining strands of hair.
He shaved Tony bald.
Became bald... bald... bald... ld...
!!!!!!
Tony was dumbfounded! The Boss was too fast; his already sparse hair was gone in an instant! Truly gone!!
The Boss was diligent and responsible. He repeatedly reminded Tony, fearing he would forget, to carefully maintain his scalp after returning home, and enthusiastically recommended the salon's self-developed signature conditioner to Tony.
The Boss was very considerate, and finally carefully put a wig on Tony.
"Hahahaha!!!" Quicksilver howled with laughter, slapping his own thigh until it turned bruised. He felt the Boss had avenged him.
With constant clicking sounds, Tony, filled with grief and indignation, assembled a Hand Cannon on his arm. He was going to blast this shop.
Scam shop! This is definitely a scam shop, damn it!! What are the regulatory departments for, aren't they going to do anything!!!
Quicksilver Pietro, with his keenest perception, rushed forward and hugged Tony, earnestly pleading with him to accept reality, not to be impulsive. They were all adults, he said, don't be so hot-tempered.
Tony wanted to kick Pietro to death. You're the fastest, you could have stopped it just now, couldn't you... And what's with that face of yours, practically blooming with laughter?!
Pietro dragged and pulled the grief-stricken Tony out of the hair salon. Tony screamed and shouted, threatening to blast the scam shop with his Hand Cannon.
During the struggle, Tony's wig fell off...
Pietro became very thoughtful. He instantly picked up the wig and carefully put it back on Tony.
Tony screamed and shouted, snatched off the wig, threw it to the ground, and wildly bombarded it with his Hand Cannon. Slight rumbling sounds continuously emanated, blasting a small pit in the ground.
A bright bald head, exceptionally dazzling under the sunlight.
A passerby, who had come by reputation, had just gotten out of their car when they were blinded by the sudden brightness.
"So dazzling, who took out a mirror? So annoying," the passerby said, covering their eyes. They saw Tony through their fingers and unhappily stated, "Look at you, what's all this random fuss about, so ill-mannered. Where's Tony? I'm his fan, I want his autograph."
The passerby was anxious and rushed into the shop to look for Tony.
Tony was furious, cursing and grumbling. He gave the pit one last blast with his cannon, then turned and left.
"Where's Tony? Where did you take him? I want his autograph! I want a photo with him!" The passerby's shouts carried far, making Tony feel that his Character Persona had completely collapsed, leaving him with nothing left to live for.
(end of chapter)
October 19, 2022 Author: Great Demon Spirit
This small photograph, like a Super Nuclear Bomb in the online world, blasted countless netizens who were lurking for gossip out of their hiding places!
Below that tweet, countless people commented, and even more promptly reposted, making it an instant sensation.
Netizens joked, "Is this the Mechanist's new look? A super Shamate Style?" Some even openly shouted that the Mechanist had gone mad, and he would surely cleave the stylist who gave him such a hairstyle in two once he came to his senses!
"Tony-style Shamate" quickly went viral as a popular phrase on the internet. People worldwide looked at Tony, who resembled a refugee, and felt delighted, discussing amongst themselves, "Did this guy escape from the Middle East and North Africa? That's too tragic, what a disastrous look. What exactly did the Mechanist go through?"
Several Charity Associations immediately stepped forward, calling on everyone to learn from Tony, to carry forward the spirit of arduous struggle, and to donate money and goods.
"The Mechanist is so poor he can't even afford clothes, do you still have the nerve to live luxuriously?" a charity worker publicly stated.
Many observant people had already noticed that Tony had clearly gone through a bloody battle, but these occasional correct opinions were quickly drowned out by the teasing public. Compared to such boring things, they were more concerned about whether Tony would cleave the stylist in two.
"I bet ten dollars, if the stylist doesn't die, I'll livestream screwing a fan."
"Supporting the original poster. I believe Tony, a native-born New Yorker, isn't someone who kills indiscriminately. Waiting for you to screw a fan."
"Supporting the second floor."
The stylist who took the photo was the Boss of this hair salon. His business had been lukewarm for years. His name was simple; he named his shop "The Thirteenth"... it would be a miracle if superstitious people actually became customers.
He had a flash of inspiration, a moment of enlightenment, and discovered a brilliant business opportunity.
Tony sat in the chair, asking the hairdresser to make his hairstyle handsome. "Money is not an issue, I only care what you can do with my hair," Tony warned, feeling uneasy in his heart, while fiercely glaring at Quicksilver who was sitting nearby, roaring with laughter.
It was all this bastard's fault!
The Man in Glasses stared wide-eyed, wanting to laugh but not daring to.
The Boss decided to personally handle it. He gestured, pulled out several photos, and asked Tony which one he preferred. The first photo was of the Shamate Style, with half the head shaved bald and the other half spiked up. To be honest, it suited Tony's current situation... but did Tony look like he'd admit it? It would be a miracle if he didn't punch you! If this hairstyle came out, tomorrow it would be the headline of major news media!
Tony looked at the Boss with an ill expression, but out of politeness, he reluctantly said, "It's not bad... I guess... but it definitely doesn't suit me."
The Boss immediately tweeted: "Tony thinks this hairstyle isn't bad! 20% off at our salon, those interested please hurry and book online at %&*%￥##%￥……"
Countless netizens rushed online to book appointments.
The second photo was brought before Tony; it was still half-shaved bald, with the other half horizontally covering the bald side, then styled with gel. The Boss asked him, "How about this hairstyle?"
Tony felt something was off. Quicksilver threw a phone over to him, laughing wildly, and Tony's face darkened.
He glared at the Boss and coldly scoffed at the hairstyle in the photo: "A pile of dog shit!"
The Boss immediately tweeted: "Tony thinks this hairstyle is like a pile of dog shit! 30% off at our salon! Those interested please hurry and book online, first come, first served!"
Another large wave of netizens scrambled to book appointments, crashing the official website. People were extremely curious: what does a dog shit-like hairstyle look like?
The third photo was handed over, still half-shaved bald, with the other half hanging outwards, covering half the face.
Tony's expression was displeased, a bit angry but more amused. He quipped, "I don't know if this hairstyle of yours is good or bad."
The Boss immediately tweeted: "Tony thinks this hairstyle is hard to evaluate! Our salon is offering a 40% off 'jump-off-the-building' huge discount! Those interested please hurry and book online!"
Netizens exploded, many finding it hilarious, teasing each other that Tony was at war with the Shamate Style. With a half-serious, half-playful mindset, they also went and made an appointment.
The Boss grinned so wide his mouth was crooked; the appointment schedule was now filled for several years. The other stylists also let out a cheer.
Tony cursed loudly, ranting whether they knew how to do hair or not, saying if not, he'd find someone else, as it was wasting time. Quicksilver bounced around, urging Tony to stay, swearing that this shop had a good reputation.
Tony, with a dark expression, warned the Boss to take it seriously, as he had urgent matters. The Boss readily agreed, took a deep breath, and decided it was time to get to work. He would use his signature skill to create a hairstyle that would astonish the world!
So, he first cleaned Tony's scalp, then with a few snips of the clippers, mercilessly attacked Tony's few remaining strands of hair.
He shaved Tony bald.
Became bald... bald... bald... ld...
!!!!!!
Tony was dumbfounded! The Boss was too fast; his already sparse hair was gone in an instant! Truly gone!!
The Boss was diligent and responsible. He repeatedly reminded Tony, fearing he would forget, to carefully maintain his scalp after returning home, and enthusiastically recommended the salon's self-developed signature conditioner to Tony.
The Boss was very considerate, and finally carefully put a wig on Tony.
"Hahahaha!!!" Quicksilver howled with laughter, slapping his own thigh until it turned bruised. He felt the Boss had avenged him.
With constant clicking sounds, Tony, filled with grief and indignation, assembled a Hand Cannon on his arm. He was going to blast this shop.
Scam shop! This is definitely a scam shop, damn it!! What are the regulatory departments for, aren't they going to do anything!!!
Quicksilver Pietro, with his keenest perception, rushed forward and hugged Tony, earnestly pleading with him to accept reality, not to be impulsive. They were all adults, he said, don't be so hot-tempered.
Tony wanted to kick Pietro to death. You're the fastest, you could have stopped it just now, couldn't you... And what's with that face of yours, practically blooming with laughter?!
Pietro dragged and pulled the grief-stricken Tony out of the hair salon. Tony screamed and shouted, threatening to blast the scam shop with his Hand Cannon.
During the struggle, Tony's wig fell off...
Pietro became very thoughtful. He instantly picked up the wig and carefully put it back on Tony.
Tony screamed and shouted, snatched off the wig, threw it to the ground, and wildly bombarded it with his Hand Cannon. Slight rumbling sounds continuously emanated, blasting a small pit in the ground.
A bright bald head, exceptionally dazzling under the sunlight.
A passerby, who had come by reputation, had just gotten out of their car when they were blinded by the sudden brightness.
"So dazzling, who took out a mirror? So annoying," the passerby said, covering their eyes. They saw Tony through their fingers and unhappily stated, "Look at you, what's all this random fuss about, so ill-mannered. Where's Tony? I'm his fan, I want his autograph."
The passerby was anxious and rushed into the shop to look for Tony.
Tony was furious, cursing and grumbling. He gave the pit one last blast with his cannon, then turned and left.
"Where's Tony? Where did you take him? I want his autograph! I want a photo with him!" The passerby's shouts carried far, making Tony feel that his Character Persona had completely collapsed, leaving him with nothing left to live for.
(end of chapter)
