Many days passed, and Zaid did not receive any message from the system, and he began to fear that the system was gone.
He tried to distract himself with anything—since he had the money he had made from the system, he started thinking that instead of wasting it, he should invest it or start a business online for real instead of lying to his mother.
Zaid had no clue what to do. One day, he was sitting with the rich kids, listening to them talk about the crazy amounts of money they dropped at their fancy barbers. His eyes almost popped out of his head.
"Wait, you paid how much for a haircut?" he blurted out, unable to help himself.
After he picked his jaw up off the floor, a light bulb went off in his head. Maybe he could be a barber! He pictured himself with cool scissors, making piles
