Fairyland, big problem

"Broken walls and falling dust..."

Just after taking a shower, Wen Jiu, who opened the window to breathe, noticed that the wall was dusty.

Sooner or later the walls will need to be wallpapered and replaced with a clean carpet.

Until then, first...to live.

When going out today, Wen Jiuyong checked the balance of the original owner's bank card account.

1000b is just right.

The currency unit "b" in another world, Wen Jiu doesn't know how much b is needed for a month's rent of water and electricity.

The parents of the original owner of this body were extremely chic lovers.

I left enough money for my son in high school to reach adulthood, and then went to study ancient fossils in unknown corners of the world for my hobby.

Therefore, Wen Jiu, who is currently 18 years old, cannot take money from others for nothing, and earns it all by himself.

"Go out and buy something and come back to cook. No matter how hard you can't pay the rent, you can't just starve to death."

Just as he was about to go out, the phone on the table vibrated slightly, and the ringtone came to him.

The caller displayed on the screen is the newly added Boss Zhang.

"Mr. Wen."

"Boss Zhang can just call me by my name. It's awkward for acquaintances to call me like that."

"Okay, Wen Jiu, I've found a business for you."

"Um?!"

Wen Jiu regained his spirits immediately.

The opportunity to get to know Boss Zhang was that the flyer of Meimeng Office was blown up by the wind and stuck on his face.

Therefore, the business mentioned by Boss Zhang can only be about the entrustment of Meimeng's image.

"Where is it? I'll go there right away."

Wen Jiu didn't know if he had the ability to finish it, but now he didn't have the conditions to choose a job, so he had to work hard to do what came.

After closing the window and going out, Jiang Lang only occupied the third floor of the courtyard. A large area and the passage to the roof were occupied by the landlady, a single middle-aged woman.

At this time, her expression was very surprised, it was rare for Wen Jiu to go out so frequently.

Regardless of what others think, it is important to obtain the source of life. Wen Jiu quickly left the alley and reappeared outside Boss Zhang's villa ten minutes later.

The previous farewell coincided with the rush hour for get off work, and it happened to be meal time at this time, and the restaurants and stalls in the nearby streets wafted with the aroma of cooked food.

The Adam's apple rolled, Wen Jiu suppressed his emotions, and greeted Boss Zhang in the distance.

"Boss Zhang, I'm here."

"Haha, just right, let's come in and have something to eat together."

Wen Jiu regained his energy, no matter whether the commission is successful or not, earn a meal first...

"Wen Jiu, come sit down, you're welcome."

Boss Zhang greeted the guests to take their seats. In the living room of the house adjacent to the warehouse, there was a sturdy bearded man sitting by the round dining table.

The weather in Changle City in January is humid and cold. Due to the heavy humidity, the normal 10 degrees at night makes people feel that it is below 5 degrees.

The bearded man in front of him was only wearing a simple coarse cloth shirt with his sleeves rolled up, and his unusually thick arms were covered with thick hair.

"This is the head of the deli section of our supermarket, Wang Biao, Chef Wang!"

Boss Zhang’s supermarket has breakfast service, and cooked food is also available for dinner. The materials and resources for cooked food are prepared by Chef Wang.

"Hey, what old Zhang is talking nonsense, I'm just a rough person."

Wang Biao waved his hand, "Really, we brothers are drinking, and you call a little boy over, which makes me dare not let go."

"Heh, when will you be embarrassed, Chef Wang?"

Boss Zhang introduced, "Wen Jiu, sit down first."

"Oh oh oh."

Wen Jiu's face was stern, and the challenge he was facing was too strong.

His stomach was so hungry that he was about to cramp, but Boss Zhang had sauced beef and pork ribs with sauce on his table, as well as big meat buns and pan-fried buns as staple food.

The smell is tangy...

The trouble is that we have to talk about business next, Wen Jiu can't stare at other people's dining table in a hungry wolf posture, he can only sit upright.

Fortunately, Boss Zhang talked about business in the spirit of drinking and chatting, "Wen Jiu, you're welcome, let's have something to eat first, let's talk while eating."

"Um!"

After being recognized, Wen Jiu forcibly controlled the urge to pounce on the dining table, and Sisiwen picked up the meat bun and took a bite.

Huh.

The skin is thin, the filling is large, and the seasoning is delicious.

Wen Jiu can be sure that it's not that he is so hungry that everything is delicious, but that the level of meat buns is really high.

"Come, come, try raw fried."

"Hmmmm."

Boss Zhang and Chef Wang's eating movements are informal, and Wen Jiu can also let go of his mouthfuls.

"How about it?"

"This is the best meal I've ever had in this world."

The food was so satisfying that Wen Jiu realized that something was wrong with the content of his speech.

Boss Zhang was stunned, and Chef Wang almost knocked over the wine glass.

The young man in front of him was too congested to speak, and seeing him eating with happiness on his face, it seemed that what he said was true.

Wen Jiu is indeed not exaggerating, traveling to the current world for 3 days, there is so little money in the account.

For students from small villages, 1000b can barely be used for two months in college, because the school has a cafeteria and does not need to pay monthly rent.

Facing a strange world and difficult conditions, Wen Jiu only dared to buy some cheap vegetables and discounted meat after traveling for three days.

"Ahem, it's really delicious."

"Then eat more." Boss Zhang pointed the wine glass at Wang Biao, "It's all Chef Wang's craftsmanship."

It's always a pleasure to be praised by others, especially Wen Jiu's simple and frank performance, which made Wang Biao a little embarrassed.

"It's not a good thing to eat whatever you want."

After several rounds of politeness, Wen Jiu was completely full, and Boss Zhang happened to mention something serious.

"Wen Jiu, I came to you today to talk about Chef Wang's heart disease."

"What kind of heart disease, don't say it so seriously."

Wang Biao waved his hand and felt strange, "Such a young child also understands psychological counseling?"

"No, no, he should know how to look at each other." Boss Zhang patted his chest, "I was depressed a while ago, but in fact it was because I couldn't get along with myself, and it all depended on little brother Wen Jiu's few words to point it out."

Wen Jiu, who was eating the buns, almost choked.

After working on it for a long time, Boss Zhang interpreted the business of Meimeng Office as fortune-telling by a magic stick...

But Wen Jiu is depressed, if it is advertised as a psychiatrist or therapist, it sounds so heartwarming.

The problem was that Wen Jiu didn't talk much like a psychological counselor at that time, but directly touched Boss Zhang's heart, and talked about the image of a dream.

Really like a stick.

"Brother Wen Jiu, right? How do your fortune-telling offices charge?"

Wang Biao had a flyer in his hand, a cheaply made flyer for Dream Office, which was the one that was pasted on Boss Zhang's face this morning.

"TOLL…"

Wen Jiu suddenly found himself in trouble. The reason why I think that the service of Meeting Memeng is like fortune-telling is because the two are equally mysterious and difficult to price.

Asking about marriage by the side of the road may charge thirty to fifty b, and helping a wealthy family to look at a child's face, and saying auspicious words may also charge tens of thousands of b.

"Let's do this." Wen Jiu swallowed the sauced beef in his mouth, "I'll try to heal you first, if it doesn't work, I won't charge you, if it's okay...give me 300b."

"300b, don't do business at a loss."

Wang Biao has inquired that psychological counselors calculate their money based on time, and it is cheaper to go to thousands of b more times, and fortune-telling is even more expensive.

"We are acquaintances, outsiders will charge more..."