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 appearance, 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 formal 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 worries 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 question 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 gave it to him in front of Lin Qiye. Do the math.
"So, if the customer flow in the store is average, you can earn at least 500,000 yen a month. If the store suddenly becomes popular, there is no upper limit. You must know that those truly top-notch cowherds will earn 50,000 yen every month. The monthly income is at least five million yen."
The uncle was counting money for Lin Qiye and drawing cakes for him.
Lin Qiye fell into thinking.
For him, money is not necessary, but without money, some things will be more troublesome.
Apart from anything else, without money, he couldn't take Yurina to dinner or buy a ticket to send her home. He couldn't let this girl follow him through life and death, right? This is not Daxia, there is no special team, and many things are inconvenient. Sometimes using money to clear the way 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 may not be able to take Yurina away from Yamazaki Bridge so obediently.
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 break out of the blockade with Yurina, 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 Samkawaji. This would not only help Yurina get out of the crisis completely, but also get a Fukutsu sword. I don't know whether it can be used or not, at least hold it in your hand for study. Research is still possible.
He is very interested in the soul of the sword.
To kill Hanchuan Si, he first had to wait for him to show up. Anyway, Lin Qiye had nowhere to go now. If he could make some money while hiding in this store, it would 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, it's impossible to 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 can be regarded as cultivating him. A top-notch Cowherd is very dignified.
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 without 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. "
Amemiya Haruki opened her wallet, took a look, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.
"Is 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 was my ally." His voice was a little 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 After picking up this 150 yen, you can’t even afford vegetable noodles now.”
"It doesn't matter if I'm a little hungry as long as I can cure this terminally ill country."
"" The man in white clothes and white hair quietly stared at Amamiya Haruki's back without speaking.
Not long after, the noodle shop owner walked outside the shop with a bowl of noodles and handed it to Amamiya Haruki.
"Young man, eat it."
"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 devoured it.
The boss took the 150 yen, looked at the starved appearance of Amamiya Haruki, and sighed.
Then, he seemed to have thought of something. 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?"