Based on the timeline, there should be one last White Cloth Ghost attack before nightfall, so we must earn enough money before then!
With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Kōjirō arrived at the amusement park staff recruitment booth.
"Hello, I'm here to apply for a staff position!"
He gently tapped on the front desk, and the receptionist, who was lying down, looked up, yawned, and glanced at him impatiently.
"You? Applying for a job?" The receptionist looked him up and down. "Raise your hand so I can see how many Paradise Coins you have left."
Hirajiro awkwardly raised his hand.
"Pfft—are you kidding me? 50 Paradise Coins? I can only say it's a miracle you're still alive!" The receptionist's disdain deepened. "You definitely can't be a project manager. The minimum requirement for a project manager is to bring 1000 Paradise Coins. If you can't make money, it means you're not smart either!"
"Huh? No way?" Kōkijirō panicked a bit. If he had money, why would he be here?
"Are there any other jobs?! Preferably ones where I can get paid within half an hour!"
"You... you're not very capable, but you have a lot of demands." The receptionist shrugged helplessly. "You're not even fit to be in the enforcement team. The weakest member of our team could easily defeat you with one hand. There's no comparison at all."
Hirajiro cried out with a long face, "Is there really no way?!"
"If I had to say, there is one..." The receptionist thought for a moment, "Go out and turn left, go around one street, there is a noodle shop there that is hiring, and they will pay the first day's wages in advance. I'm afraid this is the only place that can meet your requirements."
"Thank you, thank you!"
Hirajiro hurriedly thanked him, afraid that if he was too slow, someone else would beat him to it!
"Why would anyone be willing to do such a menial job?"
The receptionist lay down again.
Following the receptionist's instructions, Kōjirō quickly found the noodle shop. After talking with the owner, the owner readily hired him and paid him his first day's wages!
A full 200 amusement park coins!
Although it wasn't much, it was enough for him to surpass the second-to-last ghost storyteller!
"Working for me, just remember one thing!" the boss said, sharpening his knife. "The customer is king! You have to meet their demands! If you don't satisfy them... well, you wouldn't want to try that!"
"Okay, okay..."
Hirajiro was somewhat dismissive. The situation was clear: the only customers were ghost story writers, but which ghost story writer would waste Paradise Coins on a bowl of noodles? In the short term, food was not a necessity.
Sure enough, for ten minutes straight, not a single person came.
Since there are no customers, then making demands is naturally just empty talk.
You can earn 200 amusement park coins just by sitting in the noodle shop for a while. It's a bit inefficient, but not bad.
If nothing unexpected happens, something unexpected is about to happen.
A figure walked into the noodle shop.
That was Bates, an SSS-rank ghost storyteller from the Ironblood Nation.
Kōjirō gritted his teeth and asked, "What are you doing here?!"
"What else can we do but eat noodles!"
Bates sat at the dining table with a smile and waved to Hirojiro.
"What, aren't you going to give me a menu?"
Remembering his boss's threat, Hirojiro reluctantly handed the menu to Bates.
"Hmm...then I'll have a tomato beef pasta, but don't put tomatoes in it."
"Then why don't you just order the beef jerky pasta?! You could save a dollar!"
"I'm happy to, you just need to do as I say."
Hold on! Hold on!
Hirajiro could only relay Bates's request to his boss.
"Okay! A plate of tomato and beef spaghetti will be right there!"
Upon hearing this, Hirajiro had a feeling that something bad was about to happen!
Sure enough, the owner brought over a regular plate of tomato and beef pasta!
I remember this guy saying something like, "The customer is king! We must meet the customer's demands!" Did he forget that already?!
Hirajiro realized with a start that if he served the pasta like this, wouldn't he be going against the customer's wishes?
He broke out in a cold sweat instantly; damn it, it was full of pits!
While the owner wasn't looking, Kōjirō quickly grabbed all the tomatoes from the spaghetti, then washed the spaghetti clean with water until there wasn't a trace of tomato left. Only then did he grab a handful of beef cubes and sprinkle them on top.
"Phew, it's finally resolved!"
Kōjirō handed the plate of pasta to Bates, who didn't touch his chopsticks but just smiled at him.
"I said, it's a bit slow."
"Alright, alright! You're making such a fuss over a bowl of noodles!"
Just as Kōjirō finished complaining, he felt a murderous aura coming from behind him. As soon as he turned around, he saw the boss standing behind him with a kitchen knife!
"Have you made my customers unhappy?!"
"No, no, no!" Hirajiro quickly protested, "I delivered it within the stipulated time!"
The boss turned to Bates, his tone immediately softening.
"Sir, do you have any comments?"
Bates glanced at the pasta on the table, then smiled at Kōjirō.
"I don't eat beef."
"Wait, wait, wait!" Hirajiro said, somewhat flustered. "We have no grudge against each other! I'm just a poor guy, and I can't possibly affect someone as important as you! Please, have mercy on me!"
Bates's savings amount to $6,700.
“How could it be useless? Kill you, and then the next ghost will kill someone else.” Bates kept smiling, but in Kōjirō’s eyes, it was terrifying. “That way, wouldn’t my competitors be reduced once again?”
"Brother!" Kōkijirō cried out in terror, kneeling and begging for mercy, "How could I possibly be worthy of being your rival!"
"Sir, are you sure you don't eat beef?"
The boss has already raised the cleaver!
"Hahaha!" Bates suddenly picked up a piece of beef and put it in his mouth. "It's nice to have this once in a while."
As if he had lost all his strength, Kōjirō collapsed to the ground, panting heavily!
He... escaped unscathed? What a pathetic sight! Panting like a defeated dog!
Bates! The humiliation he suffered today! He will surely pay for it one day!
Bates gave Kaijiro a deep look, then didn't touch his knife and fork again. He simply paid for his noodles and left the noodle shop.
He turned around again when he reached the gate.
"By the way, I don't eat noodles."
After saying that, he stopped looking into the noodle shop and walked straight to another place.
That's the direction from which Hirajiro came, the place where he applied for a job.
"Can anyone become a project manager simply by having enough funding?"
6690 Paradise Coins, that should be enough!
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