Looking at Lin Qiye who was standing there blankly, Yurina showed an expression that was indeed true.
What did I say?
Based on my Qiye brother’s looks, he must be the best to be a Cowherd!
Lin Qiye looked at the uncle with shining eyes, hesitated for a moment and asked:
"I don't quite understand, what do I need to do in this job?"
"Don't worry, we are really a very regular store." The uncle emphasized again seriously, "Your job is to serve the customers tea and wine as usual, chat with them, listen to them vent their troubles in life, and enlighten them
, try every means to make them happy."
Lin Qiye nodded thoughtfully.
Serve tea and wine, listen to their troubles, and then enlighten them?
Sounds like a waiter who works part-time as a psychological counselor?
Apart from anything else, Lin Qiye is also an "experienced" doctor with many years of experience in treating mental patients. It is not difficult for him to relieve other people's psychological depression. What he is best at now is to communicate with patients psychologically.
conduct in-depth exchanges.
"What about the salary?" Lin Qiye asked.
Upon hearing this, the uncle's eyes suddenly lit up.
He knew that Lin Qiye was a little moved. Now the main issue was whether the salary could impress him. The uncle struggled for a long time, gritted his teeth, and directly offered the highest salary he could accept. In order to keep Lin Qiye, he spent a lot of money.
.
"Look, our income sources are mainly divided into these parts, admission fees, nomination fees, and drinks. Among them..." The uncle took a pen and paper from the table next door, and wrote it in front of Lin Qiye
Calculate it for him.
"...So, if the customer flow in the store is average, you can earn at least 500,000 yen a month. If this store suddenly becomes popular, there is no limit. You must know those real top-notch cowherds.
, the monthly income is at least five million yen.”
The uncle was counting money for Lin Qiye and drawing cakes for him at the same time.
Lin Qiye fell into thinking.
For him, money is not necessary, but if there is no money, some things will be more troublesome.
Apart from anything else, without money, he couldn't take Yurina to dinner, couldn't buy a ticket to send her home, and he couldn't let this girl follow him through life and death, right? This is not Daxia, there is no name for a special team, and many things have to do with it.
Although it is inconvenient, sometimes using money to open a road is indeed a very good choice. For example, in the taxi before, if Lin Qiye hadn't directly bribed the driver with money, the driver might not have been so obedient and took Yurina away from the Yamazaki Bridge.
Another factor is the Hanchuan family.
Now he has angered the young master of the Hankawa family, and this young master is also the master of the Fukutsu sword. Now the people of the Hankawa family must be frantically looking for traces of him and Yurina. If he wants to do it at this time
If you take Yurina out of the blockade, it will inevitably cause a series of troubles, and you may have to fight your way out.
Lin Qiye didn't want to run away. If possible, he wanted to find an opportunity to kill the Hamkawa Division. This would not only help Yurina get out of the crisis completely, but also get a Fukutsu sword... I don't say whether it can be used or not, at least it should be in hand.
It’s still possible to do some research here.
He is very interested in Sword Soul.
To kill Hanchuan Si, we must first wait for him to show up. Anyway, Lin Qiye has nowhere to go now. If he can make some money while hiding in this store, it will kill two birds with one stone.
"Okay, but I have a condition." Lin Qiye thought for a long time and said.
"What conditions?"
"I want my salary to be paid daily." Lin Qiye said, "I will not work here for a long time. When the time is right, I will leave directly."
When the time is right, will you leave directly?
When the uncle heard this, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
That's right, with his temperament and appearance, he can't stay in his small store forever. When he gets enough popularity, he will definitely go to Shinjuku to develop... However, if he becomes famous in the future, this store will be considered
I have trained a top-notch cowherd, and it is very honorable to tell the truth.
This opportunity is not to be missed!
"Okay, I promise you!" The uncle agreed, "Tomorrow, I will officially start working!"
…
Osaka.
A small, remote noodle shop.
A young man wearing a dusty black kimono walked into the shop. As soon as his muddy clogs hit the floor, he hesitated for a moment and stepped back outside.
He stood outside the blue curtain. After a long silence, he slowly spoke:
"Boss, how much does your cheapest noodle... cost?"
The boss, who was sleeping on the table, yawned and said, "The prices of our noodles are all about the same. They are all written on them. Take a look for yourself."
Amamiya Haruki looked up at the menu on the counter and swallowed silently.
"Bring me a bowl of pork bone vegetable noodles... I don't want pork bones. Can it be cheaper?"
The boss looked at him in surprise, with a look of disgust in his eyes, but he thought about it and said, "If you don't want pork bones, I'll give you 200 yen, but you can pack it up and take it out to eat, don't eat it in the store.
"
Amamiya Haruki opened her wallet, took a look, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.
"150 yen... okay?"
"...Okay, okay."
Hearing these words, Amamiya Haruki breathed a sigh of relief, and his shriveled stomach screamed again, with a loud voice as if he had been hungry for several days.
Seeing the boss walking into the back kitchen, Amamiya Haruki walked outside the door curtain, sat on the ground leaning against the wall of the noodle shop, and let out a long sigh.
The silver-white store sign behind him reflected the light, reflecting the surrounding environment. A figure with white clothes and white hair stood in the reflection behind Amamiya Haruki, overlapping with his figure, and said lightly:
"You shouldn't have lent him all your money."
Amamiya Haruki was not surprised by his appearance. He just sat there quietly with a look of struggle in his eyes.
"But...he said he is my ally." His voice was helpless, "Isn't it right for allies to help each other?"
"But you have no money." The man in white clothes and white hair continued, "The little money you have left for yourself is only enough to buy a train ticket to Nara, and then rush all the way back to Osaka from Nara. If it weren't for the road
After picking up this 150 yen, you can’t even afford vegetable noodles now.”
"As long as we can cure this terminally ill country, it doesn't matter if I'm a little hungry."
"..." The man in white clothes and white hair quietly stared at Amamiya Haruki's back without saying a word.
Not long after, the noodle shop owner walked outside the shop with a bowl of noodles and handed it to Amamiya Haruki.
"Young man, let's eat."
"Thanks."
Amamiya Haruki took the noodle bowl and chopsticks, handed the last 150 yen in his wallet to the boss, looked at the extremely light vegetables and white noodles in the bowl, swallowed, and started devouring it.
The boss took the 150 yen, looked at the starved appearance of Amamiya Haruki, and let out a long sigh.
Then, he seemed to have thought of something, and after hesitating for a moment, he said to Amamiya Haruki:
"Boy, I know a guy. There is a shortage of people there right now... Do you want a job?"