Chapter 871 That’s because he’s kind!

Nishitani Miho was very satisfied with the salary and agreed to the job directly.

Because this salary was more than her previous job, especially after tax, it was considered the average level of ordinary people.

The most important thing was that she could work steadily in the dim sum making industry.

Fujino was still expected to see Nishitani Miho's decisive agreement. For this dream-chasing girl, a satisfactory salary + an ideal job would definitely allow her to work 996.

And the salary he gave was indeed a little higher, but considering that the other party would be engaged in the production of dine-in and dim sum after taking up the job, which was a technical job, a little higher was a little higher.

Under ideal circumstances, a young social animal who graduated from Neon University would basically earn 300,000 yen a month. It might be more if bonuses were included, but that was it. A normal worker in Tokyo could earn more than 200,000 yen, but the consumption in Tokyo was also high. If ordinary people did not save money, it was estimated that they would not be able to save much at the end of the month with more than 200,000 yen.

Although it seems small, if you move to a remote place, a salary of more than 100,000 yen is not uncommon.

This is why Fujino's commissions are getting fewer and fewer.

In the past, normal people could still pay 40,000 to 50,000 yen or more than 100,000 yen, but 500,000 to 600,000 yen... For one commission, a high-paid office worker would have one or two months' salary gone, and he would have to consider living on dirt for the next few months.

So, now, those who come to him are either in urgent need of help or rich people.

In fact, no matter which country, the living standards of ordinary people are actually the same. It's just that there are more rich people around him, which creates the illusion that everyone is rich.

Not to mention the extraordinary ones like Sonoko Ooka Momiji, for elite operators like Sato and Takagi in the Investigation Division, it is normal for bonuses, wages, and some subsidies, especially overtime pay, to exceed 5 million yen a year. Basically, after all is shared, he has an income of at least 500,000 yen a month.

As for him, the salary of 300,000 yen for a public-funded idler in the Metropolitan Police Department is almost the same as that of a civil servant, but there is no bonus or anything like that.

Fujino thought silently in his heart, collected his thoughts, and proposed to Nishitani Miho: "Since it has been decided... In fact, in addition to work, I have another idea. Miss Nishitani, do you want to listen to it?"

"Idea?"

Nishitani Miho was stunned for a moment, and Fujino explained: "Although the space of our store can be used for an ordinary beverage store + dining place, it is still a bit wasteful, so I want you to help set up a small shop to sell packaged snacks. Of course, the main income belongs to Snow King Ice City, but you can share a certain proportion of the snacks sold through the store."

"Hey, is it really possible?"

Nishitani Miho's head turned quickly, and she immediately realized that this was the other party paving the way for her dream.

"Of course."

Fujiano smiled: "Even if you can really open a snack shop in the future, I will invest to help."

Nishitani Miho was stunned for a moment, and the image of the young man in front of her gradually became faintly glowing.

Angel investor!

Fujiano just smiled and said nothing.

You have your dream, I have my resources.

As for why he wants to do such a thing that helps others achieve their goals…

It’s because he’s kind~!

Of course, being kind or not is all fake, the real reason is that it’s profitable.

After all, this store is his no matter what. Even if Nishitani Miho succeeds, she will still work for him in the end. Even if he opens a snack shop, he will invest and hold shares in the end, and a steady stream of money will flow into his pocket.

It’s nothing more than mutual benefit and win-win.

…………

After the holiday, it’s school day.

Fujino goes to school diligently, while Sawada Hiroki is also conducting training tests for crime warnings.

The preparations for Snow King Ice City are complete, and the recruitment of staff is almost done.

After considering it, Nanakawa Aya finally came to work at Snow King Ice City.

You can basically open the business on a good day.

Although auspicious days and so on are a bit feudal and superstitious, they are nothing more than finding a good day off to start work.

The ancients probably chose auspicious days for opening a business because of this.

Because they need to get familiar with the work, Tenjo Haruka, Asaka Saegi, Nishitani Miho, and Nanakawa Aya all came to Snow King Ice City for training temporarily.

Fujino is a hands-off shopkeeper, that's basically it.

After school, it's the prime time of the Fujino family in the evening.

"I already know who the murderer is!"

"The criminal is..."

"Miss Niname's new novel has been adapted into a TV series again..."

"Although it is a sequel to Miss Niname, compared to Mr. Niname's Samonji series, the quality of the new Samonji series does not seem to have declined."

After dinner, a group of people sat around the sofa and watched the evening show Detective Samonji and discussed the plot in the TV series.

Although they have never come into contact with Shinname Kaori, the Shimokasa sisters also like the works of the Detective Samonji series.

Maybe it's because Fujino is the person who is called the real Samonji.

Miyano Akemi remembered something, took out a letter from her pocket and handed it to Fujino: "It's really strange. I found a letter from you in the mailbox when I was leaving work today. There was no information... and the signature was a foreigner's name."

"It's really strange."

Habara Ai reasoned: "The postman usually comes in the morning. If it comes in the afternoon, it should be the other party who put it in the mailbox himself."

"Foreigner's name?"

Fujian took the envelope and looked at it.

This is an ordinary white envelope, and the middle intersection of the envelope is sealed with wax.

A V-shaped fancy seal is buckled on the sealing style.

It says Vermouth.

Fujian looked at the envelope and his eyes focused slightly.

Vermouth, an old acquaintance, isn't it Vermouth?

But writing the name of your own wine on the surface.

Good guy, the old aunt is not pretending anymore, right?

Fujino silently opened the envelope, took out a folded paper with gold printed on the edge, unfolded it, and looked over:

[Dear Detective Fujino Doji

On the upcoming full moon night, I sincerely invite you to come to the blood-stained boat to participate in this blood-stained Halloween party.