The villagers all trusted Li Xiang's skills.
After all, he'd posted so many of his creations online—the big drum, the hairpins, and so on. They were so well-made. Anyone could see he had deft hands, so his haircuts couldn't be that bad.
Soon, the whole village heard the good news. Not only did the elderly line up, but some children also came over, brought by their parents.
Women of his grandmother's generation and other middle-aged ladies came too. At their age, washing their hair was inconvenient, and short hair was much easier to manage.
"Thanks for all your support, everyone. You all don't mind if I start a livestream, do you?" Li Xiang asked as he prepared his haircutting tools.
Everyone chimed in, "We don't mind, we don't mind."
"Livestream however you want."
"Livestreaming is great! Once you're popular, you can help us sell our local produce."
Someone asked curiously, "You can livestream this? Will anyone even watch?"
