I, God Lord, recruit witches to make money

Chapter 2 If the choice is difficult, then don’t choose
The interview lasted until sunset.

Shiraishi sent away the last unqualified interviewer. Seeing the girl's expression of fear mixed with secret joy, he never had the heart to tell her the truth about her failure.

Rejecting a young girl in person seems too cold. It is best to pretend that you have carefully considered it for a night, and then tactfully inform the other party on the phone that it is not appropriate.

The exception is the dark blonde little girl.

He would never spoil that kind of girl, but he would not extend his attack range to all JKs.

Most JKs are pink and delicate flowers.

As adults, we should take care of them, and we should take care of them. We cannot just let the delicate flowers face the storm of reality.

Baishi watched the other party disappear on the road, exhaled heavily, rubbed his face with his hands, and said helplessly: "The interview is really tiring."

"Fortunately, there will be no need for an interview tomorrow."

He has met a satisfactory interviewer today. If he continues the interview tomorrow, will he encounter a better choice?

Shiraishi didn't think that way.

Luck is also a form of strength.

Those who didn't see the advertisement could only blame their bad luck. They missed the opportunity to become a transcendent because he was too lazy to continue the interview.

Shiraishi walked towards the Inoue supermarket across the road.

Ever since that irresponsible woman gave up her job and ran outside to seek opportunities, he had eaten three meals a day at the Inoue Supermarket at the foot of the mountain.

Supermarkets in Japan sell cooked food bento boxes, with a wider variety than those made at home, and the prices are generally a few hundred yen.

Taking into account the labor costs of buying vegetables, washing vegetables and cooking, the price of the lunch box cannot be called expensive.

What's more, his status as the Lord of God allows him to buy cooked food lunch boxes from the supermarket at half price.

The stewed mackerel bento in miso, which was originally worth 580 yen, only costs 290 yen.

Really earned.

"Looking forward to your next visit, Lord God."

"Even if it's just for Suzu-chan, I'll come twice a day."

Baishi responded with a smile on his face, and picked up the plastic bag on the counter, which contained not only dinner, but also tomorrow's breakfast and snacks for supper at night.

He hates trouble and likes to buy everything at once.

"Ah, that's so happy~"

Inoue Suzuko held her white cheeks in her hands, her big watery eyes slightly curved, her plump body twisted, showing a little shyness.

It's not so much that she doesn't care about her husband's expression of jealousy behind his back.

Rather, she did this on purpose.

Shiraishi also found it very interesting and took the initiative to cooperate with the young lady in acting.

After all, it is now advocated that women’s wishes cannot be violated.

I can only suffer from Boss Inoue, since Bell Sauce mastered this method of stimulating her husband's potential at night, dark circles gradually emerged.

Hope you can handle it.

No, I can definitely handle it.

According to his experience before time travel, if a 20-year-old youth does not exercise, he will not feel exhausted until he is 28 years old, at least once a day.

At that time, not to mention once a day, even once a week, I would have tired thoughts that I couldn't bear.

Being able to return to a youthful body now is really a good thing to celebrate with champagne.

Shiraishi once again thanked the being who sent him to this world for some unknown reason or the strange events caused by the arrival of the God of Spring.

But when he first crossed over, he was cursing and had nothing nice to say.

Who told him that instead of soul traveling or being reborn in Japan as a fetus, he directly transformed into a 17-year-old boy and went to Nohara City Park wearing it.

I can only speak a few words in Japanese, buy CDs, and have a lot of fun. How can I communicate with others?

The strangeness and uneasiness of being in a foreign place made him panic inside. At that time, the woman appeared.

Many times he complained about that woman's shortcomings.

But at that time, in that moment, Akira was really an angel on earth, pulling him out of the quagmire called despair, leading him into the gate of the world of practice, and solving the problem of Kuroto.

"I don't know how she is doing now. She has no contact at all. She is such a heartless woman."

Shiraishi muttered, stepping onto the last step. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the log-colored torii gate, and the roofs of the worship hall and main hall were also covered with a layer of poetic gauze.

The evening breeze is gentle.

The leaves swayed on the branches, making a rustling sound.

If there is a young witch sweeping the floor here now, and then say, welcome back, Lord God.

How awesome that would be.

Baishi thought, looking forward to tomorrow's arrival even more, bypassing the worship hall and the main hall, and went straight to the Houshan mansion.

The appearance is a standard Japanese-style building with two floors. The bedroom inside is covered with tatami mats and has no bed.

At first, he wanted to have money to buy a bed to sleep on. Gradually, he got used to sleeping, and he didn't even think about buying a bed when he had money in his pocket.

Habits are a terrible thing indeed.

Baishi didn't go in directly through the main entrance, but went around to the side courtyard.

There is a small pond here, planted with lotus flowers in twos and threes. The frightened deer that often appears in Japanese dramas is knocking on the edge of the pond.

He walked out to the corridor, took off his shoes, walked a few steps to the living room where the interview was held, took out the lunch box he bought, and took out a can of cold beer.

Without turning on the TV, I put my phone aside, clicked on the YouTube channel, and watched a short video explaining the movie.

He chewed the fragrant rice and the delicious mackerel fish soup in his mouth. The fish meat had a firm texture and was several times more delicious than the food he cooked himself.

Shiraishi finished his half-price bento and drank the cold can of beer in one gulp. It was dark outside and the room became dark as well.

"Hiccup," he burped, stood up, found the light switch, and pressed it.

A circle of warm light illuminated the room, and he sat down at the desk again and began to sort out the resumes of today's interviewers.

There are a total of 44, 41 of which have been determined to be unqualified. We will wait for a call tomorrow morning to tell them the truth one by one.

He was very satisfied with the remaining three, and it was difficult to choose one among them. Their conditions were not much different.

How to choose?
Shiraishi thought for a while, decided to conduct another round of screening, and started dialing the mobile phone number reserved above.

Before the beep sounded, the phone was connected, "Hello, are you the shrine master of Nohara Shrine?"

A rhetorical question stole Shiraishi's original lines, and he could only touch his nose and say: "Well, I wanted to inform you."

The breathing sound on the other end of the phone was obviously heavier, showing the girl's nervous mood.

Shiraishi thought about his words and said: "Because the interviewees this time were too outstanding, a total of three people passed. I wonder if Miss Kannagi will be free to come over tomorrow for the final selection?"

"I know, what time does it start tomorrow?"

"Seven o'clock in the morning."

"Okay, I will come on time and eliminate the other two."

The girl's tone was full of confidence, as if she had already won.

(End of this chapter)