I simply cleaned up my not serious wound, took the towel handed over by Yuko Shinki, and wiped the blood and dust on my body.

Yuko Shinki looked at Hirata carefully and then started making tea for him.

Scrub the dusty tea cup, carefully clean it with a towel, then rinse it with clean water, put the tea leaves in the tea bag into the tea cup, and finally pour the hot water from the kettle into it.

"Sorry, there is nothing at home. If you want to buy it at a convenience store, it may be too late."

Yuko Shinki said cramply.

"No, you don't need to bother you to this point."

Hirata thanked her, "Please sit down and rest."

“Okay… OK.”

She clenched her hair on her head and sat down with very careful movements.

"Miss Yuko Shinki, right? I remember you're called this."

Hirata didn't want the atmosphere to be too awkward, so he took the initiative to ask the other party.

“Yes…yes.”

She looked at Hirata's shirtless and her face turned slightly red.

"I'll help you wipe the soil."

Seeing that Hirata was wiping his back, Yuko Shinki took the initiative to come forward to help.

"No...I can do it myself."

Hirata waved his hand and refused quickly.

This kind of thing is done by a woman who is not very familiar with him, and he is not prepared for this kind of mentality.

But Yuko Shinki took off her shoes and walked up as if she hadn't heard Hirata's words, and wiped Hirata's back.

"Forehead......"

Even though he was a little unfamiliar and older woman, he still felt a little embarrassed even though he was thick-skinned.

Yuko Shinki's movements were very gentle, gently wiping the soft towel on Hirata's back.

The cold feeling invades the whole body along the spine.

It feels numb and numb.

Feeling Shinki Yuko's care for him, Hirata unconsciously looked at him.

With long hair, a good face, about 165 in height, wearing typical urban office worker clothes, she can be regarded as a medium-sized beauty.

"What does Hirata-kun... do?"

Yuko Shinki, who was scrubbing the stains on Hirata's back, asked on his own initiative.

Perhaps through this action, the distance between the two was narrowed, and her tone was gone without the previous fear.

Seeing Hirata's previous act of killing god-like behavior in the "Mantra Spirit" headquarters, she became curious about Hirata's identity.

Student?

Although it looks like a high school student, high school students do not have such strong strength, right?!

“I am still a student at the moment.”

Hirata replied in a calm tone.

"Hey! Are you a high school student? I thought Hirata Jun had already started working, and he was the kind of person who looked younger."

After washing off the blood on Hirata's back, she wiped the sweat from her head, walked to the coffee table opposite Hirata, sat down, and then began to pour tea for Hirata attentively.

"Where is Miss Xinmu?"

"I?"

Yuko Shinki was stunned for a moment, "I used to be a primary school teacher. However, after being obsessed with the 'Manifest Spirit', I have lost my job and am now unemployed."

She smiled bitterly, "I am twenty-six years old this year. I have committed suicide because of divorce. Now I have nothing, only this house left by my father and mother."

Maybe she found a man to talk to, although Hirata had left a deep impression on her in the Pope headquarters before and was all negatively killed, she still unconsciously started talking to her.

Maybe it's because I feel the sense of security on the other person's body.

"Speaking of this, I used to major in finance at the University of Tokyo, so I met my husband. I didn't expect that it would be a happy life after marriage..."

Her voice became a little low, and she stared blankly at the dark night outside, "Because the uterine fibroids cannot give birth, she divorced her husband. Although she spent all her savings and barely cured the disease, her life had completely changed, so she tried to find religious liberation and relieve her inner depression."

"One day, I saw a book written by the leader of the 'Manifest Spirit', which talked about 'human spiritual liberation', and joined the 'Manifest Spirit' sect with a try-and-see attitude."

Yuko Shinki pulled out of her sentimental state and smiled at Hirata, "Fortunately, I met you, otherwise I would have been controlled by their 'psychedelic drugs' and would probably have become their walking dead control tool."

Speaking of this, she stood up and bowed to Hirata, "So, thank you really, Hirata Jun."

"No, I just happened."

Hirata shook his head and put on his already wiped coat.

There is a heavy weight in my heart.

It is estimated that most of these women who are controlled by "psychedelic drugs" are women like Yuko Shinki. They seek religious help because of various depressions in life, but are deceived by a group of fraudsters and their lives are trapped in a deeper quagmire.

After pondering for a moment, he raised his head and stared at Yuko Shinki with a burning gaze. "Miss Shinki, do you know about stocks?"

Although she was a little surprised why Hirata asked this, she was stunned for a moment and replied: "Yes, finance has a certain understanding of the stock option market. I have bought stocks before."

"That's right, I'm planning to buy some short-term stocks and funds in the stock options market, but since I'm still a high school student, I can't focus on it."

"If you are interested in what I said, you can work for me, similar to an investment and financial manager."

Hirata happens to have some money in his hands. If you want to invest in stocks, graphics cards, Bitcoin and so on in the US stock market, you need some professionals who understand the Internet and finance to help him.

Isn’t Shinki Yuko in front of you the best target now?

He is a professional in finance and has a handle in his own hands.

I don’t worry about ability or something at all. After all, all I need is a helper who doesn’t really need his own ideas but is obedient.

"I...can I?"

After a few seconds of being stunned, she accepted what Hirata said with a large amount of information, and she stammered.

Her life has become a mess and is almost completely destroyed. Now Hirata suddenly wants to work for him. For a moment, Yuko Shinki was in a mess and didn't know what to react.

I was both excited and frightened.

"If you have a salary, you will earn 600,000 yen per month."

Hirata said something even more shocking to her.

The monthly salary of ordinary working-class people in Japan in the early 21st century was about 200,000 yen. As they grow older, their wages will gradually increase.

For example, if a college student graduates and works in a company, his initial salary is 200,000 yen, and his salary will increase slightly every year. When he is about 30 years old, his monthly income will reach 300,000 yen.

The salary provided by Hirata far exceeds the income of the ordinary middle class in Tokyo.

"Once the project is successful, there will be bonuses. How about it, should you consider it?"

“…”

Taking back his shock, Yuko Shinki swallowed and spitted.

In order to hide her loss of composure, she picked up the cup containing tea and took a sip.

"Isn't Hirata-kun a student?"

She was a little confused.

Since you are a student, why is it financial management again?

These two have nothing to do with each other, right?

"sorry......"

Seeing Hirata hesitate for a moment, Shinki Yuko thought the other party didn't want to answer. In order not to make Hirata angry, she quickly apologized, "I...I shouldn't have asked."

"It's okay, if you're interested in the position I'm talking about, you can call me."

Hirata stood up and prepared to leave.

"Is there a pen? I wrote down my phone number. If I figure it out, I can call me."

“Oh, yes.”

She quickly stood up, rushed upstairs in panic, took out paper and pen from it, and then ran downstairs with "thump" and "thump".

After writing down his phone number, Hirata put away his sword bag and walked out the door.

Yuko Shinki, who was a little nervous, quickly followed and sent Hirata outside the door.

It was not until Hirata's back left that she returned home in a complicated mood.

"A job with a monthly salary of 600,000?"

She sat down, her heart was in a mess.
To be continued...