The Ultimate Prodigal Son - Chapter 675

[Chapter 675: Too embarrassed to see anyone]

Who is so daring that he dares to do such a thing to Prime Minister Zhao and shave all his hair? How can he face people in the future?

It is estimated that once he goes out… he will be misunderstood by others as the kind of person who is about to become a monk! There is no way to even explain it.

At that time, those words will be able to block him from speaking, and he will be completely ashamed to face people.

“Damn it, it’s really damn it, what is going on, someone, come quickly!?” Prime Minister Zhao was almost furious.

When he thought about himself, he would not be able to face people in the future, and such a situation happened. It is estimated that no one will take him seriously in the future.

After all, people with shaved heads, no matter where they are or what they are doing, are very undignified. It would be better if they became monks.

At least this is considered a home, so other people will not treat him too differently, after all, they are all people who go out.

But it is absolutely not okay to keep your hair shaved. After all, your hair is from your parents. If you don’t become a monk and cut your hair off, it is not a good sign. It

may even bring you some troubles. Prime Minister Zhao doesn’t want to encounter such a situation, otherwise he really doesn’t know how to treat other people!

The concubine was also scared, and she didn’t know what words to use to describe her face: “Prime Minister, now you have no hair, how can you go out?”

“I’m afraid that if I go out, others will instantly misunderstand you as a monk, right? This won’t do…”

Prime Minister Zhao was also confused at this time. He couldn’t think of himself anyway. It was nothing more than sleeping for a night, but when he woke up the next morning… he

couldn’t keep his hair. Was it naturally shed or was it removed by someone? Anyway, Prime Minister Zhao definitely didn’t believe it was naturally shed.

It could only be man-made! Thinking of this, Prime Minister Zhao’s face became even uglier, as if he wanted to kill someone!

When Prime Minister Zhao’s confidant rushed in, he saw that his master’s hair was gone. What was going on?

“Prime Minister…what happened to your hair?” The person was also very confused. He knew that people would lose their hair normally, but it was impossible to be so exaggerated that they would become bald directly, right?

Prime Minister Zhao was shaking with anger and kicked the person in front of him. It was obvious that he was a bully at home and had no other skills. What

else could he do except vent his anger on his own people? He really had no skills at all…

“You actually asked me what happened? Are you blind? Can’t you see what happened? What else could it be? I also want to ask you, what happened to my hair?!” Prime Minister

Zhao might have been desperate and blindly seeking medical treatment. At the same time, he also thought of his people who kept shouting at him outside the door in the middle of the night yesterday, saying that someone had broken in.

And it seemed that he hadn’t found the other party yet, and he didn’t know who the other party was. He could come and go without a trace? Could it be that person who did it? ?

Otherwise, someone appeared first, and then his hair was gone. There is no way that there is no connection between the two.

Looking at the person on the ground, it took a lot of effort to get up. Prime Minister Zhao said something unhappily, not caring about his feelings at all.

“Tell me! Did you let someone in last night, but you didn’t even know it? Hurry up and find out who came in. You must find that person!”

This situation is really not good at all. Although there is no life-threatening situation, it is even more uncomfortable than killing the person who was shaved.

If he became a monk, it would be fine, but Prime Minister Zhao had no such thoughts from beginning to end. He never wanted to do this. He still wanted to enjoy his wealth and glory!

How could he think of doing this? If he became a monk, he would have to let go of everything!

Prime Minister Zhao would never let himself let go of everything. He had too many distracting thoughts in his mind… But his hair has been shaved now.

If he wants to grow to the previous length again, it will take at least several years, and it may take up to ten years! After all, his hair has never been cut!

Could it be that he has not gone out in the past few years? This does not seem possible. What should he do? ?

At this moment, Prime Minister Zhao’s mind was full of thoughts, and all kinds of ideas kept flashing in his mind.

But Prime Minister Zhao did not know what to do. After all, it was the first time for Prime Minister Zhao to encounter such a situation.

Although the confidant of Prime Minister Zhao who came here was in pain all over his body after being kicked, he still endured his body and did not say so. He

did not dare to say anything. After hearing the order of his master, he hurried out to look for the person from last night. It was a pity that he

had not found him last night. How could he find him now? After all, such a long time had passed, and it was estimated that he could only return empty-handed.

But if he continued to stay here, he would only be used as a punching bag, so he had better leave quickly. This was the best way to protect himself.

At the same time, the news that Prime Minister Zhao had become bald was also spread instantly, because at this time.

Outside Prime Minister Zhao’s room, there were already quite a few servants cleaning up. Some of them happened to pass by, and some took the opportunity to see what happened.

Almost everyone has a gossipy nature, and when they looked over here, they found that Prime Minister Zhao’s hair was gone.

This was no small matter. As the saying goes, one person spreads ten, ten spreads a hundred, and naturally, over time, such news spread quickly to more people’s ears.

Although Prime Minister Zhao had tried his best to stop others from spreading this kind of thing, it was a pity that he could only control one or two people.

But he couldn’t control everyone, and he couldn’t kill everyone, otherwise it would have a bad impact on him. So

much so that later on, rumors spread in the streets and alleys, “Hey, everyone, I have a little news, have you heard it?”

One of them asked, “What kind of gossip is it? Don’t waste your time here, just tell us what’s going on?”