The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 5 The Visible Boy (4)

The office fell into silence. Qian Xiaoyi thought that this guy might have seen something scary at night, so he came to him to close his eyes or something, or maybe one of his friends had encountered a supernatural incident and needed advice on how to deal with it.

If it wasn't a big deal, Qian Xiaoyi would have given a helping hand, but he never expected that this guy was a job applicant. He couldn't even support himself, and he hadn't even settled down for next year's rent, so where would he get the money to hire a worker? And he was just a kid, so if something happened, he couldn't take responsibility.

"Go back." Qian Xiaoyi lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and let it burn quietly without inhaling.

"Eh?" Inuyama Heita raised his head and wanted to explain: "But..."

"No buts." Qian Xiaoyi answered directly, "I don't need help here. I understand the psychology of people your age. When you reach puberty, your self-awareness expands. You always think that you are the chosen one. When you encounter those unusual things, you want to get in touch with them in depth. I understand. Everyone has been through that age, but unfortunately, reality is not a cartoon for children. We don't need a high school student to save the world. I have no obligation to hire a kid with no experience, even if you have a yin-yang eye. Go back."

Having said so much, Qian Xiaoyi's biggest thought is actually that he has no money, and he doesn't want to expose the tragic fact that he has nothing to do here. If there are a lot of things to do, he would like to have a handyman, but unfortunately, there is no real commission.

"Please, I can do odd jobs or anything else, I won't cause you any trouble. I really need money now." Inuyama Heita said.

"I need it too..." Qian Xiaoyi said silently in his heart. He tapped the ash in the ashtray and asked, "What do you want the money for?"

"Food expenses and tuition fees," replied Inuyama Heita.

"What about your parents? Won't they give it to you?"

Inuyama Heita said calmly: "My mother died of illness when I was a child, and my father disappeared a few years ago, leaving behind only an apartment."

Qian Xiaoyi had a headache. He had seen this kid grabbing half-price lunch boxes like him before, so he knew that his family was not well off, but he never expected that he was so miserable. He asked again, "Then how did you live until now?"

Inuyama Heita said: "My grandmother in the countryside would send me some money every year, and I would also go out to work."

"So you have a job." Qian Xiaoyi asked, "Why don't you continue?"

"I was frightened when I suddenly became able to see ghosts. My unusual behavior often caused trouble for the store and scared customers." Inuyama Heita said simply, "Then I was fired by the store manager, so I didn't stay in any job for too long."

Qian Xiaoyi looked at the unfortunate kid and sighed, saying, "Okay, I lied to you before. In fact, I haven't received any real commissions in Tokyo for three months since I came to open a store. I don't have the money to hire workers." He stopped pretending and came clean: he was just poor.

Inuyama Heita's eyes widened: "But... didn't you say that your strength is stronger than many famous psychics? Why didn't anyone look for you?"

Qian Xiaoyi sneered and said cynically, "Young man, this is the reality of this sad society. Good-mouthed losers often get along better than those who are truly capable. Outsiders can only see the appearance but not the inner qualities. Otherwise, why would I meet you at the Half-Price Bento Market?"

"..." Inuyama Heita's eyes lost their light. He had no money left in his pocket and didn't even know where his next meal would come from. He even began to consider borrowing money from a loan shark to get by for a while.

At this moment, his stomach suddenly started to growl loudly.

Qian Xiaoyi looked at him with a strange expression: "Didn't you have breakfast this morning? Are you out of money? Are those robbed yesterday your last money?"

"Hmm..." Inuyama Heita nodded awkwardly. "Tsk." Qian Xiaoyi stood up, took out a box of instant noodles from under the table, and threw it on the table: "Eat it, there's nothing else, the water dispenser is over there."

"I..." Inuyama Heita was about to refuse, but when he thought about the possibility of having nothing to eat at noon and having to look for a job in the afternoon, he took the instant noodles with hesitation and said, "I'll pay you back."

Qian Xiaoyi shrugged. It was just a cup of instant noodles, and it was on sale before the expiration date.

The aroma of instant noodles immediately filled the entire office. While eating the noodles, Inuyama Heita secretly glanced at Qian Xiaoyi. The other party seemed to be playing with his mobile phone and didn't pay any attention to him. Inuyama Heita felt a little embarrassed. Not only did he not give any thanks to the other party, but he also got a cup of instant noodles for free, which caused a lot of trouble for the other party and made him unable to sleep or eat.

Thinking of this, he ate his noodles faster, ready to leave immediately after finishing and never come back. He would send the money and gifts after he made money.

At this time, Qian Xiaoyi's cell phone buzzed. He looked at it, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Hey, Heitaro, I have a job here. Do you want to do it?"

"It's Heita..." Inuyama Heita raised his head and asked cautiously: "What job? Didn't you just..."

Qian Xiaoyi raised his phone and said, "Not here. I have a friend in Tokyo. I just asked him and he can arrange for you to work in a Chinese restaurant he opened. He has a lot of customers every day and is short of staff. The working hours are weekday evening meal time and weekend all day, and the salary is paid daily. How about it? Do you want to go?"

Inuyama Heita stared at Qian Xiaoyi blankly, his face full of confusion.

"Hey, are you stupid?" Qian Xiaoyi waved his hand in front of him: "Or do you not want to do it?"

"Why...why are you helping me like this? Not only last night, but now..." Inuyama Heita asked in confusion: "We are just strangers who have only met once. Isn't this very strange?"

"Strange?" Qian Xiaoyi also asked in confusion: "I didn't do anything. I just sent a text message to ask. It's just a small favor. Is it strange?"

"It's very strange." Inuyama Heita nodded: "I have never met someone like you in Tokyo."

"It's rude to say this, but..." Qian Xiaoyi pressed the half-burned cigarette into the ashtray and said, "This is just a very common action. I just helped a desperate little ghost. So it's not me who is strange, but this overly cold city and you who live here. Before I came here, I never knew that people's hearts could be numb and suppressed to this extent. Gods and ghosts can be seen everywhere. It's simply a paradise for exorcists."

After hearing this, Inuyama Heita was stunned.

"Are you going to do it or not? Forget it if you don't want to." Qian Xiaoyi said impatiently.

"Do it! I'll do it!" Inuyama Heita said excitedly. He didn't even have money to eat, so there was no reason to give up this life-saving straw.

Afterwards, Qian Xiaoyi wrote him the address and phone number of the store, and drove him away after Inuyama Heita thanked him profusely.

"Huh~ It's really troublesome to talk to Japanese people. Even children beat around the bush like this." Qian Xiaoyi sat back and slowly swiped his phone to kill time. The reason why he helped the high school student was that he didn't want to see him die in a dark corner. If he ignored him, what would this kid who had no money to eat and couldn't find a job but had the gift of Yin-Yang eyes do? The answer is self-evident. He would definitely use this talent to make a profit. And the end result of such a rookie who acted rashly was to hurt others and himself, without exception.

Time flies, and today is another poor and leisurely day in Lingkong Office.

(End of this chapter)