I studied beheading in a mental institution

Looking at Lin Qiye who was standing there blankly, Yurina showed a really so expression.

What am I saying?

With my brother Qiye's appearance, he must be the top one 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 does this job require me to do?"

"Don't worry, we are really a regular shop." The uncle emphasized again seriously, "Your job is to serve tea and wine to customers normally, chat with them, listen to them vent their troubles in life, and enlighten them. , trying to make them happy."

Lin Qiye nodded thoughtfully.

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

It sounds like the waiter of a part-time psychological counselor?

Among other things, Lin Qiye is also an "experienced" doctor with many years of experience in treating mental patients. It is not difficult for him to untangle other people's psychological depression. What he is best at now is working with patients psychologically and spiritually. conduct in-depth exchanges.

"What about the salary?" Lin Qiye asked.

Hearing this sentence, the uncle's eyes lit up immediately.

He knew that Lin Qiye was a little moved, and now the main issue is whether the salary can impress him. The uncle struggled for a long time, gritted his teeth, and directly took out the highest salary he could accept. In order to keep Lin Qiye, he had spent all his money up.

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

"...So, if the traffic in the store is average, you can earn at least 50 yen a month. If the store suddenly explodes, there is no upper limit. You must know those real top-notch cowherds, The monthly income is at least 500 million yen."

While counting the money for Lin Qiye, the uncle made cakes for him.

Lin Qiye was lost in thought.

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

Among other things, without money, he can't take Yurina to dinner, can't buy a bus ticket to take her home, he can't let this girl follow him through life and death, can he?This is not Daxia, there is no special team name, and many things are inconvenient. Sometimes it is a very good choice to use money to open the way. For example, in the taxi before, if Lin Qiye hadn’t directly used money to buy the driver, The driver may not be able to take Yurina away from the Yamazaki Bridge so obediently.

Another factor is the Hanchuan family.

Now he has angered the young master of the Hanchuan family, and this young master is still the owner of the Futsu sword. Now the people of the Hanchuan family must be frantically looking for him and Yurina. If you rush out of the blockade with Yurina, it will inevitably cause a series of troubles, and you may have to fight all the way out.

Lin Qiye didn't want to run away. If possible, he wanted to find a chance to kill Han Chuansi, so that he could help Yurina get rid of the crisis completely, and also get a Fujin knife... I don't want to say if I can use it, at least I can hold it in my hand Research here is still possible.

He is very interested in Soul Blade.

To kill Han Chuansi, he had to wait for him to show up first. Anyway, Lin Qiye had nowhere to go now. If he could hide in this shop and make some money at the same time, it would kill two birds with one stone.

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

"What conditions?"

"Salary, I want a daily salary." Lin Qiye said, "I won't work here for a long time. When the time is right, I will leave directly."

Will you leave directly when the time is right?

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

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

Don't miss this opportunity!

"Okay, I promise you!" The uncle agreed immediately, "Tomorrow, I will officially start working!"

……

Osaka.

Some out-of-the-way small noodle shop.

A boy in a dusty black kimono walked into the shop. His muddy clogs had just stepped on the floor. He hesitated for a moment, then stepped back outside the house.

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

"Boss, how much is your cheapest noodle...?"

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

Haruki Amamiya looked up at the menu on the counter, swallowed silently,

"Give me a bowl of pork bone and vegetable noodles... don't use pork bones, can it be cheaper?"

The boss looked at him in surprise, with disgust in his eyes, but he thought about it, and said: "If you don't want pork bones, I will give you 200 yen, but you pack it and take it out to eat, don't eat it in the store. "

Amamiya Haruki opened the wallet, took a look, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"150 yen...is that okay?"

"...All right, all right."

Hearing these words, Amamiya Haruki heaved a sigh of relief, and his shriveled stomach groaned again, with a loud voice as if he had been hungry for a few days.

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

The silver-white storefront signboard behind him reflected the light and reflected the surrounding environment. A white-clothed and white-haired figure stood in the reflection behind Haruki Amamiya, overlapped 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, with a look of struggle in his eyes.

"But...he said he was my ally." His voice was somewhat helpless, "Isn't it right for allies to help each other?"

"But you have no money yourself." The white-clothed and white-haired man continued, "The little money you have left for yourself is only enough to buy a bus ticket to Nara, and then run 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 this dying country can be cured, it doesn't matter if I'm a little hungry."

"..." The white-haired man quietly watched Amemiya Haruki's back without speaking.

Not long after, the owner of the noodle shop took a bowl of noodles, walked outside the shop, and handed it to Haruki Amamiya.

"Young man, eat it."

"Thank you."

Haruki Amamiya took the noodle bowl and chopsticks, and handed the last 150 yen in the wallet to the boss. Looking at the extremely light vegetables and white noodles in the bowl, he swallowed and began to gobble it up.

Holding 150 yen, the boss looked at Haruki Amamiya, who was starving to death, and let out a long sigh.

Then, he seemed to think of something, after hesitating for a moment, he said to Amamiya Haruki:

"Boy, I know someone who is quite short of people there now... Do you want a job?"