A Billionaire at Her Salon

Xiaowei Lin had spent six months washing hair at a small salon on the corner of the alley. She remembered every regular’s preferred water temperature, yet couldn’t remember the last time she had done anything for herself. Until that man walked through the door. There wasn’t a single wrinkle in his suit, and the way he looked at people was like he was appraising their value. He complained that the water was too hot and the pressure too weak. His eyes stayed closed the entire time, yet he was pickier than anyone. But before he left, he said only one thing, and the entire salon fell silent.