Chapter 626
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Chapter 626: Do You Need a Job?
Watching Lin Qiye standing there in confusion, Yuzuna showed an expression of “I knew it.”
What did I say?
With my brother Qiye’s looks, he would definitely be the top tier if he became a host!
Lin Qiye looked at the excited uncle in front of him and hesitated for a moment before asking, “I don’t quite understand, what does this job require me to do?”
“Don’t worry, we are a very legitimate establishment,” the uncle emphasized seriously. “Your job is simply to serve tea and drinks to the customers, chat with them, listen to them vent about their life troubles, guide them, and find ways to make them happy.”
Lin Qiye nodded thoughtfully.
Serving tea and drinks, listening to their troubles, and then guiding them?
It sounds like a part-time psychological counselor serving job, right?
Not to mention, Lin Qiye is at least an “experienced” doctor with years of experience treating mental patients. Helping others with their psychological issues is not difficult for him; what he excels at now is in-depth communication with patients on psychological and mental matters.
“What about the salary?” Lin Qiye asked.
Upon hearing this, the uncle’s eyes immediately lit up.
He knew Lin Qiye was somewhat tempted; the main issue now was whether the salary could sway him. After much deliberation, the uncle gritted his teeth and directly offered his highest acceptable salary. To keep Lin Qiye, he was really putting in the effort.
“You see, our income mainly comes from several parts: entrance fees, designated fees, and a share of the drinks. Among these…” The uncle took out paper and pen from the next table and started calculating in front of Lin Qiye.
“…So, if the customer flow in the shop is average, you can earn at least 500,000 yen a month. If this shop suddenly becomes popular, there’s no upper limit. You should know that those truly top-tier hosts earn at least 5 million yen a month.”
While calculating the money for Lin Qiye, the uncle was also painting a bright future.
Lin Qiye fell into deep thought.
For him, money wasn’t a necessity, but without it, some things could become quite troublesome.
Not to mention, without money, he couldn’t take Yuzuna out to eat, couldn’t buy train tickets to send her home. He couldn’t just let this girl follow him into danger all the time, right? This isn’t Daxia; there’s no special team name, and many things are inconvenient. Sometimes, using money to pave the way is indeed a good choice. For example, in the taxi earlier, if Lin Qiye hadn’t directly bribed the driver with money, the driver might not have obediently taken Yuzuna away from Yamazaki Bridge.
Another factor is the Hanchuan family.
Now he had angered the young master of the Hanchuan family, who just so happens to be the master of a cursed blade. The Hanchuan family must be frantically searching for him and Yuzuna. If he were to break through the blockade with Yuzuna at this time, it would inevitably cause a series of troubles, and he might have to fight his way out.
Lin Qiye didn’t want to run away. If possible, he wanted to find an opportunity to deal with Hanchuan Tsukasa. This would not only help Yuzuna completely escape the crisis but also allow him to obtain a cursed blade… whether he could use it or not was another matter, but at least he could study it in his hands.
He was very interested in the blade spirit.
To kill Hanchuan Tsukasa, he first needed to wait for him to show up. Anyway, Lin Qiye had nowhere to go right now. If he could hide in this shop while earning some money, that would be killing two birds with one stone.
“Okay, but I have one condition,” Lin Qiye said after much contemplation.
“What condition?”
“I want to be paid daily,” Lin Qiye replied. “I won’t be working here long-term. Once the time is right, I will leave directly.”
Once the time is right, he would leave directly?
The uncle’s face showed a look of realization upon hearing this.
That makes sense; with his looks and temperament, he couldn’t possibly stay in this small shop forever. Once he gained enough popularity, he would definitely go develop in Shinjuku… However, if he becomes famous in the future, this shop can be considered as having nurtured a top-tier host, which would be quite impressive to mention.
Opportunity knocks!
“Alright, I agree!” The uncle readily accepted. “Tomorrow, you can officially start working!”
…
Osaka.
In a small, remote noodle shop.
A boy dressed in a dusty black kimono walked into the shop. As his muddy wooden sandals touched the floor, he hesitated for a moment and stepped back outside.
He stood outside the blue curtain, and after a long silence, he slowly spoke up, “Boss, what’s the cheapest noodle you have… how much is it?”
The boss, who was dozing with his head on the table, yawned and said, “Our noodle prices are pretty much the same; it’s all written up there. Just take a look.”
Aomori Haruki looked up at the menu above the counter and swallowed hard.
“I’ll have a bowl of pork bone vegetable noodles… but without the pork bone. Can you make it cheaper?”
The boss looked at him in surprise, a hint of disdain in his eyes, but after thinking for a moment, he said, “If you don’t want the pork bone, I’ll give it to you for 200 yen, but you have to take it to go. Don’t eat it here.”
Aomori Haruki opened his wallet, took a glance, and his mouth twitched slightly.
“150 yen… is that okay?”
“…Fine, fine.”
Hearing this, Aomori Haruki sighed in relief. His empty stomach growled again, the loud sound as if he hadn’t eaten for days.
Seeing the boss head into the kitchen, Aomori Haruki leaned against the wall of the noodle shop and sat down on the ground, letting out a long sigh.
The silver-white shop sign behind him reflected light, mirroring the surrounding environment. A figure in white clothes and white hair stood in the reflection behind Aomori Haruki, overlapping with his form, and spoke softly:
“You shouldn’t have lent all your money to him.”
Aomori Haruki was not surprised by his appearance; he simply sat there quietly, a look of struggle appearing in his eyes.
“But… he said he was my ally,” his voice was somewhat helpless. “Isn’t it normal for allies to help each other?”
“But you have no money left,” the man in white continued. “The little money you saved for yourself is only enough to buy a ticket to Nara, and then you would have to run back to Osaka. If you hadn’t found this 150 yen on the way, you wouldn’t even be able to afford the vegetable noodles now.”
“As long as I can cure this ailing country, I don’t mind being hungry.”
“…” The man in white quietly watched Aomori Haruki’s back, saying nothing.
Before long, the noodle shop boss came out with a bowl of noodles and handed it to Aomori Haruki.
“Young man, here you go.”
“Thank you.”
Aomori Haruki took the bowl of noodles and chopsticks, handing the last 150 yen from his wallet to the boss. Looking at the extremely plain vegetables and white noodles in the bowl, he swallowed hard and began to wolf it down.
The boss took the 150 yen, watching Aomori Haruki devour the food like a starving ghost, and sighed deeply.
Then, as if he thought of something, he hesitated for a moment before saying to Aomori Haruki, “Kid, I know someone who is currently looking for help… do you want a job?”
