"What a risk, what a risk, it was almost calculated..."
In the Fish Pond Izakaya, Gu He was slumped on the wooden sofa. This kind of "connection" with the sub-personality really consumed his brain, and he felt that his body was hollowed out.
He took a sip of wolfberry water to calm down his shock, and then slowly recovered.
Looking back in my mind, I saw that the electronic panel was still there, but the hazy light and shadow were a little different.
The [Share] option is lit, and a prompt box appears as soon as you pay attention:
"The number of new shared contacts that can be created currently is: 0"
"Number of contacts available: 1"
"Contact 1, note nickname: None"
Bad luck! Gu He almost let out a sigh, his ghost still lingering on him. He still forgot to think of a name.
I really don’t know which of my nerves is wrong. Could it be that it’s really a cheat?
Be careful, be careful!
He warned himself, does a psychopath know that he is a psychopath? This is a classic question.
The answer is that some know it and some don't.
But there is an iron rule. If you confidently believe that there is nothing wrong with you, you will often have big problems.
Gu He muttered to himself that he had better figure out what was going on. If it was really a mental illness, he also had to figure out the symptoms and pathology.
[Database] Still can't be opened, what the hell is the "program data" that the sub-personality is talking about?
While he was studying, he suddenly heard the sound of a door opening.
Gu He came back to his senses and saw that on the other side of the small corridor, the metal door connecting the fish pond to the Licai Club was opened. A short and fat cook and a tall fashionable beauty came over. It was Fan Debao and Ayin Kumiko.
"Xiaohe, good morning."
"Good morning, you two." Gu He stood up from the sofa. Miss Ayin was still looking gorgeous, wearing a large printed kimono that was very beautiful.
Fan Debao is wearing a red sportswear for middle-aged people, with two large characters "东TU" printed on the chest.
Lao Fan looked very haggard, with a pair of big dark circles under his eyes, which were even more bloodshot. The most frightening thing was that there were several blue veins on his forehead that were beating around, as if they would burst at any time.
The way Lao Fan looked at him was very unfriendly, as if it was all his fault.
Gu He scratched his head, what did Lao Fan do last night? Did he come back from Li Cai to dance with the cows and have fun all night?
"How are you feeling?" Miss Cayin asked.
"It's okay, the wine has a lot of stamina, I'm a little dizzy, I feel like I'm hallucinating..."
"It's normal to have hallucinations. You'll be fine in a couple of days." Fan Debao said with a strange look on his face, "Are you having hallucinations?"
"No, it's just a metaphor." Gu He said quickly.
He had to hide his tail well. If he let them, especially Lao Fan, know that he might have a mental problem, that would be okay.
He quickly changed the subject: "Any results from last night's talent test?"
"Your talent is between third-speed gear and fourth-speed gear. I'll give you a fourth-speed gear."
Fan Debao spoke reluctantly, clearly disdainful of his mediocre qualifications.
But Kumiko Ayane's smile became even brighter and she clapped a few times, "This talent is enough and there is potential for development! Xiaohe, I have made an agreement with Lao Fan and decided to keep you working in the fish pond for now."
Although the overdrive was really an illusion, Gu He breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that his life was temporarily saved.
"I still have a few questions." Fan Debao asked, "Didn't you call yourself A Ming before? Why do you call yourself Gu He?"
"I don't want to use my old nickname anymore. Gu He just came up with it."
Gu He answered in a natural tone. It was much easier to deal with Lao Fan than to deal with that sub-personality.
"What did you do in the Voodoo Ruins before? How do you know so much?" Fan Debao asked again.
"Are there many?" Gu He asked back, "I have been living on the streets since I was a child. I do everything, so I only know a little bit about everything."
His answer is absolutely reasonable. People on the street do not mean they are incompetent and knowledgeable. On the contrary, there are many strange people on the street.
Especially in Flowing Light City, the streets have their own way of doing things. Otherwise, how could street rats survive in this kind of world?
"Well, Xiaohe, you do have a special temperament, which is not what ordinary wild dogs have."
Unlike Lao Fan, Ayane Kumiko became more and more satisfied with Gu He, "This is also one of the reasons why I like you."
"Okay, Lao Fan." She persuaded again, "We finally found out clearly. It's no problem. Let's just take Xiaohe."
"Be more careful from now on. The thermos cup you use will be deducted from your wages." Fan Debao said rudely to Gu He, reluctantly agreeing to the recruitment.
"Thank you, Boss Fan, thank you, Boss Caiyin... Then what is my job content, Cowherd?"
It's good to have a hiding place, but Gu He always feels a little sorry for himself.
He decided not to be a laborer very early on, and opened a psychological clinic by himself, which was quite successful.
I really didn’t expect that once I traveled through time, I would have to receive blessings again.
"Just be a cowherd and go to Li Cai's side; if you're here at the fish pond, you can do everything."
Fan Debao showed a fierce look on his face, "To be precise, you do whatever I ask you to do."
Gu He frowned and hesitated to speak. This old guy was already thinking of how to exploit him before he even started...
He seemed to see Lao Fan waving his whip and shouting to create surplus value!
"It's not that serious." Ayane Kumiko noticed Gu He's nervousness and said softly: "Your job is to be an ordinary cowherd in the store. When you are needed to accompany customers, you come and learn from Lao Fan in all aspects.
"
"Oh." Gu He nodded, and then thought, what the hell is the difference between this and what Lao Fan said?
"Then you have to work hard." Ayane Kumiko encouraged, "Graduate from Lao Fan as soon as possible and become an extraordinary cowherd as soon as possible!"
At the same time, Fan Debao strode towards the door and opened the glass door.
The bustling scene of Shouhui Street and various noisy sounds were immediately introduced into the store.
Fish Pond Izakaya is open for business.
"Wipe down the entire bar."
Fan Debao gave the first work order and walked behind the bar; while Ayin Kumiko was going back to Licai's place.
Salary! Gu Heru is stuck in his throat, he hasn’t discussed salary yet!
Could it be that the moment he was taken away by Miss Caiyin yesterday, he had already signed the contract of betrayal?
He was not very satisfied, but since he was a gentle man and did not want to quarrel with Lao Fan who was in a tired and irritable state and had a chef's knife in his hand, he had no choice but to take the rag and get busy and let it go.
After wiping the bar, I had to clean the dining table. I took a break from my busy schedule to take a sip of wolfberry water and watch TV.
He was almost exhausted after a while, but he was still suitable for the kind of job where he sat on the sofa and chatted with people...
At this time, a group of guests came into the izakaya, and Lao Fan said to him: "Go and greet the guests."
Gu He saw only four or five black men, all wearing green-blue or red-purple ponytails. They were wearing women's sleeveless T-shirts and shorts, exposing their arms and thighs covered with tattoos. Their bodies were as strong as a game.
Gang members.
Although they wore voluptuous smoky makeup, they looked like men, and all of them had Adam's apples.
Sure enough, one of them spoke with a thick male voice: "Old Fan, isn't there anyone here to greet us fucking niggas?"
"What are you doing standing there in a daze?" Fan Debao asked Gu He in a cold voice, "You don't think Cowherd only entertains female guests, do you?"
"..." Gu He thought, well, it's because he is too small.
People's psychological differences have created various preferences and hobbies, and Flowing Light City is an extremely diverse place.
Just be yourself and that's all. Even if you and Mr. Wang next door get married one day, it won't be surprising here.
"Welcome to the fish pond." Gu He showed a professional smile and walked up to the guests, "Do you need anything?"
"He is the resident Cowherd of the fish pond." Fan Debao reminded from behind the bar, "We are treating the newlyweds today, and we do not charge the Cowherd service fee."
This group of black cross-dressing muscular men all looked strange and sat down at the bar while laughing and joking:
"Yo my brother!"
"My father is a cowherd. You look a bit like my father."
"Man, he's not. Your mom really doesn't know who your dad is, but I'm pretty sure your dad is black."
These muscular men looked at him with a somewhat ambiguous look, as if they were hinting at something.
Gu He smiled and said nothing, served them wine and food, and served them well.
Don't look at me, brother, it's no use. Cowherds don't sell their bodies when they perform tricks, and they only sell their bodies to beautiful customers. No, it won't be really good...
