Looking at Lin Qiye who was standing there in a daze, Yurina showed an expression that said, "As expected."

What did I say?

With my brother Qiye's looks, he would definitely be one of the best gigolos!

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

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

"Don't worry, we are a very formal store." The uncle emphasized again seriously, "Your job is to serve tea and wine to customers, chat with them, listen to them vent their troubles in life, enlighten them, and do everything possible to make them happy."

Lin Qiye nodded thoughtfully.

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

It sounds like a waiter for a part-time psychological counselor?

Apart from anything else, Lin Qiye is at least an "experienced" doctor with many years of experience in treating mental patients. It is not difficult for him to relieve other people's psychological depression. What he is best at now is to have in-depth communication with patients in psychological and spiritual aspects.

"What about the salary?" Lin Qiye asked.

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

He knew that Lin Qiye was somewhat tempted, and now the main question was whether the salary could impress him. The uncle hesitated for a long time, gritted his teeth, and directly took out the highest salary he could accept. In order to keep Lin Qiye, he spent a lot of money.

"Look, our income mainly comes from these several parts: entrance fees, nomination fees, and the share of alcoholic beverages. Among these..." The uncle took a pen and paper from the next table and started to calculate for Lin Qiye in front of him.

"…So, if the store has average customer traffic, you can earn at least 500,000 yen a month. If the store suddenly becomes popular, there's no upper limit. You have to know that the top gigolos earn at least 5 million yen a month."

The uncle was counting money for Lin Qiye while making promises for him.

Lin Qiye fell into deep thought.

Money is not necessary for him, but without it, some things would be troublesome.

Apart from anything else, without money, he couldn't take Yurina out for dinner, couldn't buy a ticket to send her home, and couldn't let this girl follow him through life and death, right? This wasn't Daxia, there wasn't a special team, and many things were inconvenient. Sometimes using money to open the way was indeed a very good choice. For example, in the taxi before, if Lin Qiye hadn't bribed the driver directly with money, the driver might not have been so obedient to take Yurina away from the Yamazaki Bridge.

Another factor is the Hanchuan family.

Now he has angered the young master of the Kankawa family, and this young master happens to be the master of the Huojin sword. Now the people of the Kankawa family must be frantically looking for him and Yurina. If he wants to break out of the blockade with Yurina at this time, it will inevitably cause a series of troubles, and he may have to fight his way out.

Lin Qiye didn't want to escape. If possible, he wanted to find an opportunity to kill Hanchuan Si. This would not only help Yurina get rid of the crisis completely, but also allow him to get a Huojin Sword... Regardless of whether he could use it or not, at least he could hold it in his hand and study it.

He is very interested in Sword Soul.

To kill Han Chuan Si, he must first wait for him to show up. Anyway, Lin Qiye has nowhere to go now. If he can hide in this store and make some money at the same time, it would be killing two birds with one stone.

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

"What conditions?"

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

When the time is right, will you just leave?

When the uncle heard this, a look of understanding appeared on his face.

That's right. With his temperament and appearance, it's impossible for him to stay in this small shop forever. When he gains enough popularity, he will definitely go to Shinjuku to develop... However, if he becomes famous in the future, this shop can be regarded as having trained a top gigolo, which is very prestigious.

Opportunity cannot be missed!

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

…

Osaka.

A small noodle shop in a remote area.

A young boy in a dusty black kimono walked into the store. As soon as his muddy wooden clogs touched the floor, he hesitated for a moment and then stepped back outside.

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

"Boss, how much is the cheapest noodles?"

The boss who was sleeping on the table yawned and said, "The prices of our noodles are all similar. They are all written on the top. You can check it out for yourself."

Amamiya Haruki looked up at the menu on the counter and swallowed silently.

"Give me a bowl of pork bone and vegetable noodles... without the pork bones, can you make it cheaper?"

The boss looked at him in surprise, with a look of disdain in his eyes, but after thinking for a while, he said, "If you don't want the pork bones, I'll give you 200 yen, but you can pack it up and take it out to eat, and don't eat it in the store."

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

"150 yen... is that okay?"

"...Okay, okay."

Hearing this, Amemiya Haruki breathed a sigh of relief, and his empty stomach began to growl again, with a loud sound as if he had been hungry for several days.

Seeing the boss walk into the kitchen, Amamiya Haruki walked outside the door curtain, sat on the ground leaning against the wall of the noodle shop, and let out a long sigh.

The silver-white store sign behind him reflected the light, reflecting the surrounding environment. A figure in white clothes and white hair stood in the reflection behind Amamiya Haruki, overlapping with his figure, and spoke softly:

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

Amemiya Haruki was not surprised by his appearance. He just sat there quietly with a struggle 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 white-shirted and white-haired man continued, "The little money you left for yourself is only enough to buy a ticket to Nara, and then rush all the way back to Osaka from Nara. If you hadn't found this 150 yen on the road, you wouldn't even be able to afford vegetable noodles now."

"As long as I can heal this terminally ill country, I don't mind being a little hungry."

"..." The man in white clothes and white hair stared at Amamiya Haruki's back quietly without saying a word.

Not long after, the noodle shop owner came out of the store with a bowl of noodles and handed it to Amamiya Haruki.

"Eat it, young man."

"Thanks."

Amamiya Haruki took the bowl of noodles and chopsticks, handed the last 150 yen in his wallet to the boss, looked at the extremely light vegetables and noodles in the bowl, swallowed his saliva, and began to eat voraciously.

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

Then, he seemed to have thought of something, hesitated for a moment, and said to Amamiya Haruki:

"Hey boy, I know someone who is short of people right now... Do you want a job?"