Looking at Lin Qiye, who was standing in place blankly, Yuri Nai showed an expression that was really like this.

What am I talking about?

With my Seven Nights brother's appearance, being a cowherd must be the top one!

Lin Qiye looked at the uncle in front of him, hesitated for a moment and asked:

"I don't really understand, what does this job require me to do?"

"Don't worry, we're really a regular store." The uncle emphasized again solemnly, "Your job is to serve tea and drink to the guests, chat with them, listen to them vent their troubles in life, enlighten them, and try every means to make them happy." ”

Lin Qiye nodded thoughtfully.

Serve tea and pour wine, listen to their troubles, and then enlighten them?

Sounds like a waiter who works part-time as a psychological tutor?

Not to mention anything else, Lin Qiye is also an "experienced" physician with many years of experience in treating mental patients, and it is not difficult for him to solve other people's psychological depression, what he is best at now is to have in-depth exchanges with patients in psychological and spiritual aspects.

"What about salary?" Lin Qiye asked.

Hearing this, the uncle's eyes suddenly lit up.

He knew that Lin Qiye was a little moved, and now the main thing was whether the salary could impress him, the uncle was entangled for a long time, gritted his teeth, and directly took out the highest salary he could accept, in order to keep Lin Qiye, he could be regarded as having made a bloody investment.

"You see, our sources of income are mainly divided into these parts, the entrance fee, the nomination fee, and the share of the drinks, which ......" The uncle took a pen and paper from the next table and calculated it for him in front of Lin Qiye.

“…… Therefore, if the customer flow in the store is average, you can have at least 500,000 yen a month, and if the store suddenly explodes, there is no upper limit, you must know that those really top cowherds have a monthly income of at least 5 million yen. ”

The uncle counted the money for Lin Qiye and painted cakes for him.

Lin Qiye fell into thought.

For him, money is not necessary, but without it, some things will be more troublesome.

Not to mention anything else, without money, he can't take Yuzu Rena to dinner, can't buy a ticket to send her home, can't let this girl follow him all the time from birth to death, right? This is not Daxia, there is no name of the special team, many things are inconvenient, sometimes it is indeed a very good choice to open the road with money, such as in the taxi before, if it wasn't for Lin Qiye who directly bribed the driver with money, the driver might not be able to take Yuzurina away from the Yamazaki Bridge so obediently.

There is another factor, which is the Hanchuan family.

Now he has angered the young master of the Hanchuan family, and this young master is still a knife master of the Wojin Knife, and now the people of the Hanchuan family must be frantically looking for traces of him and Yuzurina, if he wants to rush out of the blockade with Yuzurina at this time, it will inevitably cause a series of troubles, and he can only kill all the way out.

Lin Qiye didn't want to run away, if he could, he wanted to find an opportunity to do it to Hanchuan Division, which could not only help Yuzurina get rid of the crisis completely, but also get a disaster knife...... Let's not talk about whether you can use it, at least you can study it in your hand.

He was very interested in the sword soul.

If you want to kill Hanchuan Division, you must first wait for him to show up, anyway, now Lin Qiye has nowhere to go, if he can make a little money while hiding in this store, it will kill two birds with one stone.

"Yes, but I have one condition." Lin Qiye thought for a long time and spoke.

"On what terms?"

"Salary, I want to settle it on a daily basis." Lin Qiye said, "I won't work here for a long time, and when the time comes, I will leave directly." ”

When the time comes, you will just leave?

When the uncle heard this, an expression appeared on his face.

That's right, with his temperament and appearance, it is impossible to stay in his small store all the time, and when he has enough popularity, he will definitely go to Shinjuku to develop...... However, if he becomes famous in the future, this store can be regarded as having cultivated a top cowherd, and it is very face-saving to say it.

Don't miss it!

"Okay, I promise you!" The uncle agreed, "Tomorrow, I will start going to work officially!" ”

……

Osaka.

A small noodle restaurant in the middle of nowhere.

A teenager in a dusty black kimono walked into the shop, and the muddy clogs had just stepped on the floor, and he hesitated for a moment before retreating his feet outside the house.

He stood outside the blue curtain, and after a long silence, he slowly spoke:

"Boss, you've got the cheapest noodle ...... How much? ”

The boss, who was sleeping on the table, yawned, "The prices of our noodles are about the same, and they are all written on it, so see for yourself." ”

Amamiya Qinghui looked up at the menu on the counter and swallowed silently,

"Bring me a bowl of pork bone and vegetable noodles...... If you don't want pork bones, can you get cheaper? ”

The boss looked at him in surprise, and a look of disgust appeared in his eyes, but he thought about it for a while, and still said, "If you don't want pork bones, I'll give you 200 yen, but you pack them and take them out to eat, don't eat them in the store." ”

Amamiya Haruki opened his wallet and glanced at it, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

"¥150...... Okay? ”

“…… Okay, okay, okay. ”

Hearing this, Amamiya Haruki breathed a sigh of relief, and his shriveled stomach screamed again, and his loud voice sounded as if he had been hungry for a few days.

Seeing the boss walk into the back kitchen, Amamiya Haruki walked outside the door curtain, leaned against the wall of the noodle restaurant and sat on the ground, and sighed.

The silver-white storefront sign behind him reflected the light, reflecting the surrounding environment, and a white-clothed and white-haired figure stood in the reflection behind Amamiya Qinghui, overlapping with his figure, and said lightly:

"You shouldn't have lent him all the money."

Amamiya Haruki was not surprised by his appearance, he just sat there quietly, and there was a look of struggle in his eyes.

"But...... He said he was my ally. His voice was a little helpless, "Isn't it the right thing for allies to help each other?" ”

"But you don't have any money yourself." The white-clothed and white-haired man continued, "The little money you left for yourself is only enough to buy a ticket to sit in Nara, and then rush all the way from Nara back to Osaka, if you hadn't picked up the 150 yen on the way, you wouldn't even be able to afford to eat vegetable noodles now." ”

"As long as I can cure this terminally ill country, it doesn't matter if I'm hungry."

"......" The white-clothed and white-haired man quietly watched Amamiya Haruki's back and did not speak.

It didn't take long for the noodle shop owner to walk outside the store with a bowl of noodles and hand it to Amamiya Haruki.

"Eat, young man."

"Thank you."

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 his saliva, and gobbled it up.

The boss took 150 yen, looked at the appearance of the starving ghost of Amamiya Haruki, and sighed.

Then, as if he had thought of something, after hesitating for a moment, he said to Amamiya Haruki:

"Boy, I know a guy who is short of people right now...... Do you want a job? ”