Journey to the West: Monks do not tell lies, they only rob

Chapter 282 Side Job: Selling Hats

"Bastard!"

Sitting on the dragon throne, the emperor was furious.

The king swept up dozens of letters of request for leave from the table and threw them to the ground. He pointed at the remaining five or six ministers and said angrily, "Look! Look at what these are!"

He roared so hard that his breath became difficult and he started coughing violently. The palace servants beside him were so scared that they quickly served him tea.

"Your Majesty, please pay attention to the dragon's body."

The palace maid patted his chest gently to help him breathe more smoothly, and signaled to the people below to be more careful and not to cause trouble.

The ministers below lowered their heads, and the letter paper at their feet felt like it was burning their feet, so they tried to avoid it.

Do they want to squat down and pick it up and take a look?

At this moment, no one dared to look up and make eye contact with the angry king.

The reasons for leaving were almost all the same: I was sick, a family member was sick, a relative passed away, the sow was about to give birth, the neighbor's dog wouldn't let me go out, etc...

Don’t even mention that the king is angry. If you were a modern black-hearted capitalist, you would have to crawl over here.

Coincidentally, these ministers who took leave were all customers who visited Tang Shan's hair salon yesterday.

But in just one night, all their hair fell out.

As soon as I woke up, I saw a complete ball of black hair on the pillow.

The man fainted immediately and fell back into a deep sleep. The woman screamed and her eyes rolled back, and she lost consciousness.

The whole city was in chaos, and the number of people traveling dropped by half in an instant.

Those who were not infected went out to look for wigs, hats and other items. For a time, the supply was in short supply and the whole city was in a frenzy of scramble for them.

At this time, Wukong was wearing a tall hat on his head, and hats of various styles were hanging on his body. Even the top of his golden cudgel was covered with a hat.

"Selling hats, selling hats, ten taels each, buy five get one free..."

He repeated himself mechanically, his eyes were dull, and all that was left was the sadness of a poor working man.

Bajie happily raised his hat and chatted enthusiastically with the young lady who came to buy something.

Sha Seng kept bending down to take hats out of the huge sack. No matter how many he sold, the contents of the sack were inexhaustible.

Red Boy breathes fire, Tang Shan plays with fire, and White Dragon Horse collects money. Everyone has a bright future.

"Hey who is this? Stop pulling my pants!"

Wukong scolded irritably, quickly protecting his clothes with his free hand.

Customers were afraid that they would not be able to buy it, so they scrambled to grab the things hanging on his body. The scene was quite exciting.

After saying "dismiss the court", the king changed into ordinary clothes with a pale face.

"Your Majesty, what do you want?"

The palace servants who served closely asked the question cautiously, fearing that they would be scolded again if they were not careful.

"Leave the palace." The king took off the dragon-patterned ring and picked up a folding fan. "I want to leave the palace."

He wanted to see for himself what was going on with these ministers.

As soon as we arrived at Central Street, we saw that almost everyone was wearing a hat, and judging by their clothes, some of them seemed to be servants from the ministers' mansions.

The king's face darkened, and his men immediately stopped the nearest passerby and asked, "Why did you buy so many hats?"

The man saw that the king was dressed in extraordinary clothes, had sharp eyes and a serious face, and he must be of noble status.

What if he was sent by the palace to gather information? Wouldn’t that harm the family?

"No...it's okay, the hat just looks nice."

He shrank back, lowered his head, quickly hid his hat behind him, and stepped back unconsciously, obviously not wanting to have too much conversation with the person opposite him.

"Ah!"

The king merely snorted disdainfully, and his men began to get ready.

Looking at this situation, if you don’t know, you would think you were being robbed in broad daylight.

He had no choice but to look around cautiously before he dared to whisper, "It's strange, but so many people have lost their hair this morning."

"Head...his hair is gone?"