Earn 100 billion for parents

Life in another world is not as difficult as imagined, but there is still a lot of luck in it. After all, it is not possible to find an intermediary who can make an identity certificate wherever you fall. It can be said that it is very lucky to meet Fujimaru Haraichi from Zenyuan Shier lucky.

Fujimaru Haraichi's life gradually got on the right track, but he had no way to contact his "family", so he had to wait for his family to take the initiative to contact him.Although Fujimaru Haraichi was able to break through the space barrier, he was unable to measure the coordinates of the 'home'. It took a long time to find the correct target depending on the situation, which meant that he had to settle here for a while.

Now that I have decided to live here, there is one thing I have to solve, and that is the problem of work.Fujimaru Haraichi's academic qualifications are considered top-notch in Neon, and he has almost no problem finding a job.But his requirements are so harsh that he has no clue until now.

Or try to start your own business.

As soon as Fujimaruhara walked out of the fifth company to which he submitted his resume today, the salaries are quite high, but the working hours of each one are too long. If he really joins the job, let alone childcare time, he may even be called back on weekends. work overtime.

This kind of company where the hourly salary is directly proportional to the working hours is not suitable for him.

Pedestrians on the street are also in a hurry, and they feel very uncomfortable.

Sure enough, the road is still going astray, so let's start our own business.

Fujimaruhara made up his mind, stuffed the remaining business introduction into his bag, and prepared to go home.

After all, the air here is really unbearable, and the more crowded the place, the more likely it is to appear the 'curse spirit'. After all, this thing is born from people's negative emotions, and a place like a company is the place where there is no shortage of negative emotions.

I don't know what Mr. Shi Er and Huihui are doing now, and I regret going out.

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It is an ordinary apartment house on the streets of Tokyo. In this small apartment at this time, three exquisite girls and a pair of father and son share the same room.

The only adult male present was sitting on the sofa watching a funny show with a bored face. There were no interesting shows at this time.

As for the children, two of the girls were playing with the boys on a giant baby play mat.

The girls looked almost the same except for their eyes, and the two of them were teasing the baby together.

The little Zenyuan Hui looked at the two young ladies in front of her in a daze, stretched out her hand to cover her face expressionlessly, and took it off again, still with that expressionless face.

What is this for?

The little toddler tilted his head, full of doubts in his mind.

On the other side, the little girl with red eyes hid behind a chair and looked at Zenyuan Shier furtively.

A curious light can be seen on the face of the facial paralysis that is exactly the same as the sister.

Zenyuan Shier itself is extremely sensitive to people's gaze, not to mention this kind of undisguised naked gaze.

It's like a thorn in the back.

"Hey, what do you see me doing?"

Upon hearing this, Chizi quickly retracted his head, and poked it out again after a while.

"Shi'er, Shi'er, cook!" Chi Zi said with a blank expression.

Heizi and Baizi also hugged Zen Yuanhui and looked over, the clock hanging on the wall had already pointed to 11:30.

Before I knew it, it was time to eat.

Zenyuan Shier looked at the four cubs, then thought about what his benefactor had said before he left, and got up resignedly.

Chizi watched the man walk into the kitchen obediently, exchanged glances with the sisters who were taking care of the children, and followed him in.

Zenyuan Shier opened the refrigerator, and it was densely filled with fruits, vegetables and meat. Although Fujimaruhara could not cook, he was really good at picking ingredients.

Zenyuan Shier recalled that the young man told himself how to make complementary food, but he had been paying attention to the results of the horse race at that time, and didn't listen to it at all.

Forget it, or just do whatever you want.

At this moment, a slender hand suddenly appeared in front of the man, with the process of making the recipe carefully written on it.

"This one is left by the master."

Zenyuan Shier carefully looked at the menu and raised his eyebrows.

Chicken and pumpkin puree, mixed vegetable juice, steamed eggs with shrimps, and a cup of 'milk powder' for dinner.

Isn't it so troublesome to raise a child? Didn't he grow up by feeding some milk and changing a diaper?

In Zenyuan Shi'er's memory, he has never received such comprehensive care. In his impression, the child is stumbling and alive. If Zenyuan Zhenyou is still alive, maybe he can gradually understand the real part of him.

It's a pity that fate is impermanent, and his short-term happiness came to an abrupt end.

On the other side, while the man was looking at the menu, Chizi took out the required ingredients one by one and placed them on the cooking table.

The girl neatly arranged the things one by one and looked at the man expectantly. Unfortunately, the man was looking at the menu and didn't notice the girl's expectant eyes at all.

Chizi waited and waited, but he didn't wait for the man to do it.

"Shir! Shir!" The girl's voice came.

"Understood, really, it's too troublesome."

The man glanced at the ingredients on the table, only to see the apron that Chizi handed over, resigned to serving Zen Yuanhui.

"Why do you want to be together too." Zenyuan Shier raised his eyebrows and looked at the fully armed Chizi standing on a small bench wearing a small apron and holding a knife.

Zenyuan even tentatively issued an order, "Can you use a knife?"

Seeing that the girl nodded, he simply handed her the knife in his hand, "Cut the pumpkin into slices."

The girl was holding that delicate little face, and her jewel-like red eyes were full of fighting spirit.

She peeled and cut the pumpkin extremely skillfully, and in a few seconds the pumpkin on the table had turned into a pile of small pieces.

Zenyuan Shier watched the girl's movements with great interest, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

'Teach her to cook soon, so that I have time to go out. '

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Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the man's face, and his words could even be called gentle guidance to the girl.

Outside the room, Heizi and Baizi led the children to occupy the TV.

The three children happily watched the animation for children, and saw a cute strange animal with its feet upright, like a cat but not a cat, like a dog but not a dog, and looked somewhat similar to the puppet that Fujimaruhara bought for him. resemblance.

Fu Heihui hugged the dark Tanlang, that's right because the black doll that looked like charcoal was named Tanlang. The child hugged the doll and looked at the dancing black doll happily.

"Yoshi! Kids, let's dance with Nyotaro today too~~~"

I saw the little toddler holding the doll and couldn't help twisting along with the mascot on TV. Heizi and Baizi looked at Huiyuan's bulging buttocks and the twitching rabbit tail on it, feeling a little itchy in their hands.

Heizi thought for a while, pulled out the camera, and recorded the baby dancing.

At this time, Zenyuanhui didn't know that the impact of this temporary recording almost killed him in society many years later!

The three of them played hard here.

The kitchen on the other side is even more lively.

Only Fujimaru Haraichi, who went out alone, was miserable and miserable.

Although I have decided not to look for a job anymore, it is really urgent to understand this social situation.

Originally, he wanted to get some information from Kong Shiyu, but the reliable intermediary was temporarily unable to escape.

So he can only stay back, it's not his style to sit and wait for death at a time like this, so he might as well find another way out first.

Tokyo, a city where every inch of land is expensive and the cost of living is extremely high, even though the long-standing, large-scale, and extremely harmful bubble economy has just passed, the place is still bustling and busy.

Especially in the Sixth Ward of Tokyo, it is really chaotic here.

Otherwise, move. I always feel that living here for too long is not good for the child's growth, and Mr. Shi Er's "old acquaintances" (specifically referring to customers, former funders, and men and women who have bad intentions for him) are even worse. It is endless.

Sure enough, it's better to move, at least away from the central area.

In this case, you need to find a better place, preferably a place where Huihui can run around at will, and Mr. Shi Er can move his hands and feet freely.

Just by looking at a man's figure and body fat percentage, one can see the man's needs. At least the apartment he lives in now cannot meet his needs.

Moreover, there are too few schools to choose from where they live now, and there are too many ordinary people, which is very inconvenient.

Fujimaru was standing on the street, it was noon, and it was still cool in early spring.

Pedestrians on the street can tell with just a glance that these are the earners who are ensnared by life.

Those who can roam the streets leisurely are either old people or students, followed by some idlers, and a small number of lucky people who are not trapped by food and clothing.

Fujimaruhara considered himself one of the lucky ones, just like the kid across the street.

Most of the children who go through adolescence always think that they are omnipotent, and even as long as they are in small groups, they seem to have gained supreme belonging and self-confidence, thinking that the world is already crawling under their feet.

At least Fujimaruhara thought that's what the gangsters who were blackmailing the young boy thought.

No matter what age gangsters seem to like the same decorations, fluffy and strange long hair, dyed in bold colors, smelling unknown tattoos, walking in gangs on the street feels very 'cool'.

In fact, in the eyes of people, they are nothing more than a bunch of clowns.

Fujimaruhara stood across the street, watching the upcoming farce through the traffic.

The dark emotions in those gangsters breed batch after batch of 'curse spirits', and the fear or disgust of the pedestrians around them become their nourishment, but no one tried to stop this farce. occur.

Wearing a thin bathrobe with a dragonfly pattern, a boy around 12 years old was standing on the street holding a huge cotton candy.

Seeing that child was like seeing the sky, it was a child made up of white and blue, a delicate and noble young master from a rich family, this was the impression that ordinary people saw him, just like the gangsters who were going to blackmail him.

The powerful but not fully awakened 'young body' was probably like this child when Megumin was eleven or twelve years old. This was Fujimaruhara's impression of him.

But what does it have to do with him? It's enough for him to realize the identity of the child.

The strongest in the world of conjuration, the son of the gods of the Wutiao family, but he is still just a young creature.

When he really becomes the strongest, maybe there will be a little surprise, at least the "strongest" in this state is not comparable to his own Mr. Shier.

Thinking about this, Fujimaruhara had to say that the Zenyuan family was probably a bunch of idiots, and the remaining three families were no exception.

The only force that could restrain him before the rise of the 'strongest' was exiled without hesitation, even abused, hehe——

When the red light disappeared, Fujimaruhara stopped his thoughts and prepared to leave. He didn't care that he just met the kid's eyes.

But he doesn't care, it doesn't mean that children won't play tricks.

As soon as Fujimaruhara followed the crowd to the opposite side of the street, he heard a rush of footsteps before he moved away.

Hearing that the voice was coming in his direction, Fujimaruhara subconsciously reached out to intercept it, only to see that kid from the Gojo family throwing himself on top of him.

If he didn't reach out to intercept him, he would really fall on himself.

As for the gangsters who were avoided by him, they chased after them angrily.

Fujimaruhara took a look at the child with a sly face, he looked like a little fox, and he was really skilled in misleading people.

The white-haired child smiled innocently like an angel, but his mouth broke the filter in an instant, "Dad! Those fools actually wanted to blackmail me. Hmph, how could I have cash on me? It's just a few tens of thousands of yen and it's just like a vulture smelling carrion and suddenly appearing, it's so sad."

Fujimaruhara watched the little fox perform with great interest without moving.

The boy deftly walked around behind Fujimaruhara, poked his head out to look at the gangsters who had surrounded the two of them, and said with a smile: "Oh, no matter how you look at it, I won't give alms to you, but Dad taught me, Be merciful to the disabled, even though you have bad brains, if you make me happy, maybe I will give you tens of thousands of yen, right Dad?"

The white-haired boy leaned against Fujimaru Haraichi, and called Dad intimately in his mouth. Even if the two didn't want to look alike, it was enough to fool others.

"Damn it! Brat, do you think you can be arrogant when your father comes! See if I don't beat you all over the ground, kneel down and hand over the money!"

The leading gangster was very angry. In his prediction, the 'father and son' seemed to have knelt down and begged for mercy.

Delicate boy, handsome father, he looks like a wealthy family.

It aroused the violent desire of this group of gangsters with muddy heads, thinking about the pain and wailing of the wealthy children who are usually unattainable and about to be taught a lesson by them, and they can no longer maintain their arrogant appearance. His face was contorted even more by the shock of excitement.

What's more, the people around were also attracted by the drama that the rich family was about to be taught a lesson, and they couldn't help looking forward to such a scene with darkness in their hearts.

The air was dirty for a while, and the 'spell spirits' on the gangsters grew rapidly. This group of gangsters has completely become a breeding ground for monsters. If they are not solved, they will probably be swallowed up as nourishment soon.

Fujimaruhara sighed, does he really look easy to bully?

In fact, from the gangster's point of view, the handsome young man with a dignified face and well-dressed clothes looks like an impotent obedient card, and it probably won't take long to make him cry.

At least they thought so until their ribs were broken and their noses were bruised.