Fairyland, Big Problem

"Breaking the wall and falling ashes..."

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

Sooner or later, you should put a thick wallpaper on the wall and change to a clean carpet.

Before that, you have to... live.

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

1000b is just right.

Another world's currency unit "b", Wen Jiu didn't know how much b would be needed for a month's rent, water and electricity, but it seemed to hang.

The parents of the original owner of this body are extremely handsome lovers.

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

Therefore, Wen Jiu, who is currently 18 years old, can't 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 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 remembered.

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 an acquaintance to call me that."

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

"Um?!"

Wen Jiu suddenly regained his spirits.

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

Therefore, the business mentioned by Boss Zhang can only be the entrustment of the image of the dream.

"Where? I'll go right there."

Wen Jiu didn't know if he had the ability to do it, but now he doesn't have the conditions to choose work, so he has to work hard to do whatever comes.

When he closed the window and went out, Jiang Lang only used the third floor of the courtyard. A large area and the passage to the roof were lived by the landlady, a single middle-aged woman.

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

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

The previous farewell was during the rush hour. At this time, it was just meal time, and the smell of cooked food wafted from the restaurants and stalls in the nearby streets.

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

"Boss Zhang, I'm here."

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

Wen Jiu was refreshed, no matter whether the entrustment was successful or not, first earn a meal...

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

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

The weather in Changle City in January is wet and cold. Because of the heavy humidity, the normal 10 degrees at night makes people feel below 5 degrees.

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

"This is the leader of the cooked food 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 nonsense Lao Zhang said, I'm just a rude person."

Wang Biao waved his hand, "Really, our brothers are drinking. You asked a little baby to come over, so I didn't dare to let go."

"Oh, when will your chef Wang be embarrassed?"

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

"Oh oh oh."

Wen Jiu's face is grim, and the challenges he is currently facing are too strong.

I was so hungry that I felt cramps, so on the table of the boss were the sauced beef and spareribs served with wine, as well as the staple meat buns and fried buns.

The scent is tangy…

The trouble is that we have to talk about business next. Wen Jiu can't stare at other people's dining table like a hungry wolf, so 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 eat something first, we'll talk while we eat."

"Um!"

After being recognized, Wen Jiu forcibly controlled the urge to rush to the dining table, and Sven took a bite of the meat bun.

Huh.

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

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

"Come on, let's try frying again."

"Mmmmmmm."

Boss Zhang and Chef Wang eat casually, and Wen Jiu is also able to let go and eat.

"How?"

"This is the best meal I have ever eaten in this world."

The food was so refreshing, and the mouth was quick for a while, but Wen Jiu realized that the content of what he said was a bit wrong.

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

The young man in front of him was too heartbroken to speak. Seeing his happy face, it seemed that he was telling the truth.

Wen Jiu did not exaggerate. He traveled to the current world for 3 days and had so much money in his account.

For students from small villages, 1000b can barely be used for two months at the university. That is because the school has a canteen and does not have to pay monthly rent.

Now faced with a strange world and difficult conditions, Wen Jiu only dared to buy some cheap vegetables and discounted meat during his three-day journey.

"Cough, it's really delicious."

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

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

"Eat whatever you want, it's not a good thing."

After several courtesies, Wen Jiu was three to four percent full, and Boss Zhang happened to mention serious business.

"Wen Jiu, I came to you today. I want 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 again, "How can such a young child understand psychological counseling?"

"No, no, he should know how to look at each other." Boss Zhang patted his chest, "I was unhappy a while ago, but in fact, I couldn't get along with myself. It all depends on little brother Wen Jiu's words."

Wen Jiu, who was eating buns, almost choked.

After working on it for a long time, Boss Zhang understood the business of the Dream Office as a fortune-teller...

You can make Wen Jiu depressed. If it is promoted as a psychiatrist or therapist, it sounds so heartwarming.

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

Really like a stick.

"Brother Wenjiu, right? How does your fortune-telling office charge?"

Wang Biao has a flyer in his hand, a cheaply produced flyer for the Dream Office, which is the one that was stuck on Boss Zhang's face this morning.

"toll…"

Wen Jiu suddenly got into trouble. The reason why I think that the service of meeting a beautiful dream is like a fortune-telling, because the two are equally mysterious and difficult to price.

If you ask about marriage on the side of the road, you might get 30 to 50 bucks, help a big family to see the face of a child, and say some auspicious words, you might get tens of thousands of bucks.

"That's it." Wen Jiu swallowed the sauced beef in his mouth, "I'll give you a try first. If you can't do it, you won't be charged. If you can... give me 300b."

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

Wang Biao has inquired that psychological counselors calculate money according to time. It is cheaper to go to thousands of B a few times more, and fortune-telling is even more expensive.

"We are acquaintances, so outsiders will take it high..."