In reality, only the bartender and Paul knew that, in the bartender's eyes, the person who came to "refill his drink" was none other than the customer who had gone to the restroom to vomit.

"Any jobs available lately? I'm broke."

Paul mimicked the customer's actions, downing his drink in one gulp and slamming the glass down heavily. He seemed a bit tipsy, and his tone became much more irritable.

The bartender wiped the glass in his hand, his eyes not looking at Paul, but his tone was somewhat surprised: "You're changing jobs again?"

"Yes, preferably one with no barriers to entry."

Paul wasn't as adept at social maneuvering as Hirano San, nor did he have as many skills as Jennifer; he really didn't have many ways to make money.

After a moment's thought, the bartender said, "I have indeed heard that a family is hiring a teacher with excellent character to tutor their children, and they don't require a teaching certificate. You can give it a try; they're quite generous."

The teacher's certificate naturally refers to Article 10 of the new regulations: "[No one may teach others knowledge without official recognition from the city of Vena.]"

"Generous? Why don't you go?"

Paul never believed in easy money; he always sensed there was some kind of conspiracy involved.

“That family has demands: I have to work full-time for a week and live with them without going out. For that long, the bar should fire me.”

The bartender put down his glass and began skillfully mixing drinks, trying to attract attention and entice others to spend more.

"It's only because you arrived early that I'm telling you first. Once others find out about this information, you won't get the benefit you're looking for."