inspire-indiana Chapter 528: Finding a Job to Make a Living
Chapter 528: Finding a Job to Make a Living
Yunari stood there in a daze, as if she had been acupunctured and could not move.
Through the crack in the door, she saw Wu Hen wearing that eye-catching "battle robe" and surrounded by beautiful women.
And the cold and beautiful woman looked down at him like a queen.
Yunari felt that her three views were challenged, and there were only four words left in her mind: Your circle is so messed up!
At the same time, the uncle also noticed Yunari standing there.
He looked Yunari up and down, stroked his chin, and said meaningfully, "Girl, you're not bad looking. Are you interested in working in our store? I think you have a lot of talent. You might even become our top employee!"
Yunari finally came back to her senses, and when she heard the uncle's words, her little face turned red instantly.
"What are you talking about!" She stamped her feet in shame and anger. "I will never go to that kind of place!" After that, she ran away.
The uncle looked at Yunari's fleeing back, shook his head helplessly, and said to himself: "Young people nowadays really don't know how to seize opportunities..."
On the other side, a man in white clothes and white hair hurried into a noodle shop with an anxious look on his face.
He found the noodle shop owner who was busy in the kitchen and whispered, "Boss, can you lend me some more money? I promise I will pay you back as soon as possible this time!"
The noodle shop owner sighed, put down his work, and walked up to the man in white.
"Young man, I see you've been looking very sad lately. Have you encountered any difficulties?"
The man in white smiled bitterly and briefly explained his situation.
It turns out that his name is Yuhui Qinggong, and he is a member of an organization dedicated to saving the country.
Recently, their organization was in urgent need of funds. In order to raise the money, he took out all his savings and borrowed a lot of money from friends. Now he is penniless.
After listening to this, the noodle shop owner pondered for a moment and asked, "Young man, have you ever thought about finding a job?"
Yuhui Qinggong was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile.
"I don't have time to work. There are so many things to do in the organization..."
The noodle shop owner patted Yuhui Qinggong on the shoulder and pointed to the kitchen, saying, "I'm short of staff here. If you're willing, you can come and help me. Although the salary isn't high, it can at least solve your food and clothing problems."
Yuhui Qinggong hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded. "Thank you, boss."
As night falls, the lights are on.
Wu Hen changed back into his own clothes and walked out of the gigolo club with a tired look on his face.
He looked up at the sky, took a deep breath, and muttered to himself, "This damned God-Slaying World, even finding a job is so hard..."
Suddenly, he felt someone patting his shoulder from behind.
He turned around and saw a familiar figure standing in front of him.
"Hey, isn't this our handsome Wu Hen? What? Is he off work?" Lin Qiye looked at Wu Hen with a smile, a hint of teasing in his tone.
Wu Hen was overwhelmed when he saw Lin Qiye. "Why are you here?"
Lin Qiye smiled mysteriously, leaned close to Wu Hen's ear, and whispered, "I heard that you were at the Cowherd's Inn today..."
"Stop, stop!" Wu Hen quickly interrupted Lin Qiye and jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on.
"What kind of host club is this? You misunderstood! I'm just going there to experience life and do some odd jobs!"
Lin Qiye raised his eyebrows with an expression that said, "I don't believe you at all."
"Oh? To experience life? To experience what kind of life? To experience how to become the brightest star in the night sky?"
He smiled evilly, his eyes moving around Wu Hen with ambiguity.
Wu Hen coughed dryly, trying hard to maintain his aloof image.
"Ahem, actually it's just... serving tea, chatting with guests, and enlightening them, that's all!" He roared madly in his heart: System, come out and explain to me, what the hell is this mission!
System: Ding!
Congratulations to the host for triggering the hidden mission - "Experience the Cowherd Chapter of Human Life", Reward: Charming Aura (passive skill, increases the host's charm value, making it easier to attract the opposite sex).
Wu Hen: Thank you!
Now I just want to be a god-slayer quietly, not the brightest star in the night sky!
Lin Qiye nodded thoughtfully.
"I see. Serving tea and chatting with guests sounds pretty easy." He paused and asked, "So what's the salary?"
When he heard the words "salary and benefits", the uncle appeared at some point, his eyes sparkling, rubbing his hands, and approached Lin Qiye enthusiastically.
"Hey, young man, are you interested in working in our shop? We're a well-known place for spending money, and our customers are either wealthy or noble, and they spend lavishly..."
He took out a small abacus and started calculating.
"Based on Wu Hen's performance today, with the commission plus the tips, I conservatively estimate that he can earn a..." He stretched out a hand and made a five.
"Five, five million!"
Wu Hen: ??? I only make 500 yuan a day, where did you get 5 million?
Lin Qiye looked at the uncle's exaggerated expression and Wu Hen's shocked eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
"Five million? That does sound good..."
He glanced at Wu Hen meaningfully and said, "It seems that I have to think carefully about whether I should also experience this kind of 'life'."
Wu Hen: Brother, are you serious?
Lin Qiye touched his chin and fell into deep thought.
Five million...
Although it is not an astronomical figure for him, a mosquito leg is still meat no matter how small it is.
What's more, he is penniless now, his pockets are cleaner than his face, and he has to think twice before even treating Yunari to a good meal.
There's also a ticket home, and how to deal with those guys from the Hanchuan family...
Each item is a considerable expense.
“Money is not everything, but without money is nothing.”
Lin Qiye sighed inwardly, and the brilliant smile of Yunari and the gloomy faces of those people from the Hanchuan family emerged in his mind.
An idea gradually became clear in his mind: Do it!
"Uncle," Lin Qiye said, his tone unquestionable, "I have one condition: my salary must be paid daily, and I won't work for a long time."
When the uncle heard this, an expression of indifference appeared on his face.
"I understand, I understand," he said with a wink and a smile.
"Young people nowadays like to be free, do odd jobs, and experience life. Don't worry, our store is managed with a very humane approach. You can come and go as you please, and we won't force you to do anything!"
"It's settled then. I'll come to work tomorrow."
Lin Qiye's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile.
Wu Hen was stunned as he listened to this, and he was complaining in his heart: Brother, are you serious?
Aren’t you a cool and handsome guy?
Aren't you going to save the world?
How did you suddenly fall under the temptation of money?
"Wait," Wu Hen hurriedly stopped Lin Qiye, "Do you really want to..."
Lin Qiye patted Wu Hen's shoulder and smiled mysteriously: "You will know tomorrow."
After saying that, he turned and left, leaving behind only a handsome back.
Wu Hen looked at Lin Qiye's back, and suddenly a bad feeling arose in his heart...
Lin Qiye breathed a sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
"I'll just work, who's afraid of who?" He laughed at himself, and Yunari's sweet smile flashed through his mind.
I thought to myself: For the sake of my wife, children and a warm home, I’ll fight for it!
I am determined to get these five million!
At the same time, in a remote alley in Osaka, a shabby noodle shop emitted dim lights.
Yuhui Qinggong stood at the door, hesitantly stepping on and then retracting his wooden clogs on the threshold.
He looked through the oil-stained glass window at the steaming scene inside, and his stomach began to growl.
"Excuse me, how much is the cheapest bowl of noodles?"
Yuhui Qinggong plucked up his courage, pushed open the creaking wooden door, and a hot air mixed with the smell of soy sauce and fish hit him in the face.
The noodle shop owner, a short, fat middle-aged man, was busy cooking noodles. Without even looking up, he replied, "Vegetarian noodles, 500 yen."
Yuhui Qingmiya frowned slightly. Five hundred yen was a considerable expense for him.
He touched his empty pockets and asked cautiously, "Boss, can you give up the pork bone soup and make it cheaper?"
The boss finally raised his head, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel, and looked at the ragged Yuhui Qinggong.
He said impatiently, "It's the same if you don't want the pork bone soup. It's 500 yen, but you can only take it away."
Yuhui Qinggong sighed helplessly, he knew he had no room for bargaining.
He opened his wallet tremblingly, and only a few crumpled banknotes were left inside.
He counted and it was exactly five hundred.
"Here you go." Yuhui Qinggong handed the money to the boss, feeling bitter in his heart.
At this moment, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the reflection behind him...
A man in white clothes and white hair.
"you……"
Yuhui Qinggong turned around suddenly, his pupils suddenly constricting.
Sure enough it was him!
The man who always wears white and appears silently behind him like a ghost!
"You shouldn't have lent out all the money." The man in white had no expression on his face, and his tone was flat, as if he was stating an insignificant matter.
"Those guys may not be trustworthy."
A trace of struggle flashed in the depths of Yuhui Qinggong's eyes.
Yes, didn't he know how unreliable those allies were?
But the great cause of saving the country cannot be accomplished by him alone!
He must unite all forces that can be united, even if it means drinking poison to quench thirst!
"For the sake of saving the country, what does it matter if we go hungry for a few meals?" Yuhui Qinggong clenched his fists, his voice a little hoarse, but with a firm belief.
The man in white looked at him quietly, his pale eyes as deep as an ancient well, making it impossible to tell any emotion.
He neither refuted nor agreed, but remained silent, like an emotionless puppet.
The noodle shop owner came over with a bowl of steaming vegetarian noodles, and the rich aroma of soy sauce and heat hit my face.
"Enjoy your noodles." The boss put the noodles on the table and handed Yuhui Qinggong a pair of disposable chopsticks.
Yuhui Qingmiya took the noodles, looked at the boss gratefully, and handed over the wrinkled 500 yen in his hand.
He was so hungry that he didn't care about the heat. He picked up the chopsticks and started to eat voraciously.
The noodles slid down my throat, bringing with it a hint of saltiness and the fragrance of flour, instantly dispelling some of the chill.
Looking at Yuhui Qinggong eating like a hungry wolf, the noodle shop owner sighed with a trace of pity in his eyes.
"Young man," the boss hesitated and finally asked,
"From the looks of it, you seem to be short on money lately, right? Have you ever thought about... finding a job?"
Yuhui Qinggong paused for a moment as he looked up at his boss.
"I'm...just in need of a dishwasher." The boss scratched his head a little embarrassedly.
"The wages aren't much, but they provide food and accommodation, so at least you can fill your stomach."
Yu Huiqing Palace stared at the noodle shop owner in a daze, saving the country...
Or survival?
He suddenly felt as if he was standing at the crossroads of fate.
The man in white still stood silently behind Yuhui Qinggong, his pale hair looking particularly strange under the dim light.
"Would you like to...consider it?" the noodle shop owner asked again.
Yuhui Qinggong slowly put down the chopsticks in his hand, took a deep breath, and his eyes gradually became firm.
"Boss..." He was about to speak when the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.
He took out his cell phone and frowned slightly when he saw the unfamiliar number displayed on the screen.
"Hey?"
A low and hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone, carrying a hint of unquestionable command.
"Yuhuiqing Palace, immediately go to the mountains outside Kyoto..."