Quick Transmigration: Striving Every Day to Overcome Tribulation

Chapter 181 Golden Nails 1

The original owner was a young nail technician who rented a small shop in a city alley. With her superb skills, she diligently did nail services for customers every day, barely making a living.

Although she wasn't well-off and lived a frugal life, she was optimistic and cheerful, running her little shop happily every day, and things went relatively smoothly.

A customer came into the shop and stared at it for a long time, so long that the original owner couldn't help but ask her what kind of nail art she wanted or what she needed.

The customer then came back, took out his phone to show the original owner pictures, and said he wanted to get the gold nail art that was so popular in the recent videos.

They asked the original owner if the shop was suitable for operation.

The original owner smiled and nodded, warmly welcoming her and informing the customer in advance that the gold used in her gold nail art was not real gold, but a fake gold decoration she bought online.

After hearing this, the customer nonchalantly said he knew, and kept urging the original owner to get started.

So, the original owner carefully did her nails according to the customer's request.

She focused intently on her tools, and after much effort, she finally succeeded.

The customer was extremely satisfied with her manicure and immediately took photos to post on social media to show off to her friends. She also praised the original owner's skills and promised to recommend the service to her friends before leaving.

Seeing the customer's happy expression, the original owner was genuinely pleased, thinking it was just a normal transaction and didn't take it to heart.

But a few days later, the customer who had gotten her nails done with gold nails barged into her shop with several menacing-looking men.

The original owner's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition welled up in her mind. She immediately felt that the visitor was up to no good.

But she tried her best to remain calm, pretending to chat with customers as if nothing was wrong, while secretly holding her phone, ready to call the police at any moment.

As soon as the customer entered the store, she pointed at the original owner aggressively and shouted that her nail polish, which was made of real gold, had now become fake, and that the original owner must have secretly replaced her gold.

Upon hearing this, the original owner immediately felt it was utterly absurd; it was simply making a fuss over nothing. So, he patiently tried to explain.

But the customer wouldn't listen to her explanation at all, demanding that the original owner pay compensation immediately, and even threatening that if she didn't pay, her shop could no longer stay open.

The original owner was naturally unwilling to be wronged and extorted for no reason. She firmly refused the customers' unreasonable demands and told them to leave her shop immediately.

As soon as he finished speaking, the men, who looked like they were not to be trifled with, exchanged glances and then began to smash things wantonly in the store.

Upon seeing this, the original owner was terrified and quickly took out his phone to call the police.

The moment the call connected, the most ruthless man in the group spotted him. He rushed over, knocked the phone out of the original owner's hand, and then stomped on it until it was smashed.

Seeing this, the customer became even more arrogant. She laughed smugly and continued to threaten the original owner, saying that if she didn't pay back the money for the gold, she wouldn't be leaving the house that day.

The original owner was so angry that she was trembling all over. She loudly explained that it had been made clear when she did the procedure that the gold in the manicure was not real gold, and if she didn't believe her, the store had surveillance footage to check.

Furthermore, the customer did not bring any external materials when she came for a manicure, so there was no possibility that the gold was replaced.

After hearing the original owner's explanation, the customer's face turned even uglier. She angrily muttered a few words to the fierce-looking man next to her who was closer to her.

Without saying a word, the man, at her urging, punched the original owner hard on the head.

The original owner felt a sudden darkness before her eyes and a "buzz" in her head. Before she could react, the man pinned her to the ground and began to beat her mercilessly.

Blood gushed from the original owner's forehead, its crimson color standing out starkly against her pale face.

The man who was committing the violence was wildly swinging his fists, shouting incessantly, "I'll teach you to steal my wife's gold! I'll teach you to steal my wife's gold! You better pay up and give me back my wife's gold!" His voice seemed to come from hell, filled with endless malice and madness.

Fists rained down on the original owner's body, each blow carrying immense force, causing her body to sway with each strike, forcing her to curl up into a ball.

The original owner wanted to resist, struggling and twisting her limbs desperately. She wanted to speak, to defend herself again, and to make the demon stop this crazy atrocity.

She opened her mouth with difficulty, and a few weak sounds came out of her throat, but they were completely drowned out by the man's curses and the sound of beating.

Immediately afterwards, a sweet and pungent liquid gushed from the original owner's mouth, and bright red blood flowed freely from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto the cold ground.

Her vision began to blur, the scene before her gradually distorted, and the figures of those frantically committing violence became indistinct in her eyes.

Under this merciless iron fist, the original owner's struggles grew weaker and weaker, and his body gradually became still.

Her eyes slowly lost focus, staring blankly at the ceiling, as if still telling of her resentment and injustice.

The perpetrators showed no sign of stopping until they were sure the original owner was no longer breathing, at which point they fled in panic through the chaotic shop.

All that remained was this dilapidated nail salon and the original owner lying in a pool of blood, never to wake up again.

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"Excuse me, can I get this style of nail art done?" A phone was suddenly shoved in front of Su Su.

Su Su looked up, quickly put on a standard smile, and politely took the phone.

After examining it carefully, she said, "This is a gold nail art design. Our shop can do it, but..."

Before Su Su could finish speaking, Xu Qi plopped down in front of her, her tone urgent: "Then I'll get this one. By the way, the 99 yuan group purchase should work, right? I checked, and your group purchase says it can be done at any nail salon in the store."

"of course can."

"Then let's do this. I want to use group buying."

Xu Qi extended his hand without any room for argument, as if ordering Su Su to hurry up and get to work.

Su Su paused for a moment, but decided to make the key information clear: "Beautiful lady, I want to make it clear in advance that this gold nail art can only use fake gold ornaments, not real gold."

"Huh? Why not real gold? I want real gold, preferably as much gold as possible."

Upon hearing this, Xu Qi immediately complained with a face full of dissatisfaction, and then even more righteously challenged Su Su: "If you don't have real gold, what kind of gold nail art is this!"