Hunting High School

"Can't our accountant make his own decision about discussing with the Rat Clan? Dingdang ears are also staying in the store, so just discuss with them...Why do you have to ask me?"

Looking at the potion in front of him whose color was getting worse and worse, Zheng Qing sighed deeply and gave up the idea of ​​self-help.

Life is like the herbs boiled in the crucible in front of you. Every wrong step will bring a lot of trouble. For young public-funded students, choosing to open the small shop off-campus seems to be such a wrong move.

Obviously, you can deposit the income from hunting in the bank to earn interest, so why do you want to be smart about your own investment business? The feeling of doing business is really terrible. Once the novelty wears off, the feeling of trouble is all over the head.

And life's predicament is often at such times.

When the path you choose encounters trouble, it is difficult for you to know whether it is right to continue on, or to give up this path in time. If the final result of this road is good, then your persistence will be praised; if the result of this road is bad, then your giving up will also be praised.

However, no one can see all the possibilities of the future, nor can the great fortune-teller. It's just that most people will always be brave when they should retreat, give up when they should be brave, hesitate when they should be decisive, and rush forward with the accelerator when they should slow down.

This is one of the reasons why success is always a rare trait and is widely pursued.

After hearing Zheng Qing's complaint, Xiao Xiao rolled his eyes, reached out and picked up the pot lid from the test bench, and put it on the mouth of the crucible, suppressing the gas with increasingly strange colors in the pot.

Then he tore off the big mask on his face, turned to look at the young public fee student, and said, "Are you joking?"

Zheng Qing blinked, not knowing why.

"Is the shop yours or Fox Five's?" Dr. Xiao replied angrily, "I've never heard of a boss who lets his subordinates make decisions in business... Streamlining administration and delegating power is not your way of doing business."

"The shop belongs to everyone, not mine." Zheng Qing immediately corrected Xiao Xiao's slight flaws in his words, then touched his nose, and suddenly smiled: "Actually, our accountant flew paper cranes to everyone... After receiving the paper crane, I have already notified Dingdang Ears, and it said that as long as the funds are in place, there is no problem in temporarily hiring some Rat Clan helpers."

"So, this matter will ultimately be decided by the Qingqiu Mansion or the school. After all, we are not the ones who actually hire mice, we are just a small shop for matchmaking."

"Also... Don't call it Fox Five in the future, call it Hank... Our accountant has his own name outside the Qingqiu mansion."

Xiao smiled and raised his eyebrows, but didn't continue to say anything.

But Xin Fatty didn't know what to think of, and became a little angry.

"Not everyone!" Fatty stood aside, waving the glass rod for stirring the potion, and said angrily, "Elder and I didn't receive Fox Five...I mean Hank's paper crane!"

"Even a fox knows how to watch people order food. This is really a terrible world." Zhang Jixin also sighed.

Zheng Qing glanced at the crucible in front of the two of them worriedly, and reminded: "Can you wear a mask when you two are talking? Be careful not to splash saliva into the medicine... If we can even get one pass in this circle Professor Li will really go crazy if he can’t get all the medicine out!”

During the practical operation of the potion class, two people are usually in groups to prepare a potion.

The potions of Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao's group have been successfully ruined by Dr. Xiao Da's "new operation". Among them, only Xin Fatty and Zhang Jixin are left in the crucible in front of them. Still make a living.

Fatty muttered something in a low voice, and finally put on the mask obediently.

In this matter, he still knows the severity.

"Speaking of which, don't you think there are a little too many 'non-traditional wizards' in our store?" Xiao Xiao suddenly raised his head, looked at Zheng Qing, and asked a little worried: "Especially our store is still opposite the Wandering Bar... According to As far as I know, the Wandering Bar gathers many radical-minded 'traditional wizards' all year round."

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The so-called "traditional wizards" in Xiao Xiao's mouth actually refers to wizards of human origin like Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao; of course, some "traditional wizards" are even more extreme, and only recognize members of the human wizard nobles as real wizards .

Vampires, werewolves, foxes, ghosts, and other races that have the status of "wizards" in the "Witch League Code" are often regarded as "magic life" by such wizards, or they are called "magic life" in a slightly more formal way. Unconventional wizards'.

Because it involves many legal provisions such as racial discrimination and wizard equality, no one will openly challenge the authority of the "Wizard Code" in this regard. But that doesn't mean they won't express their own bias through some veiled means.

Using Zheng Qing's familiar example, the distinction between 'traditional wizards' and 'non-traditional wizards' is similar to the distinction between whites and blacks in the United States in the 1960s and 1970s. It is equal in law, yes; but in reality, black people need a green book when they travel long distances.

That's exactly why Xiao Xiao was worried about d&k.

Because all members of the Forgiveness Hunting Team stayed in the school most of the time, and they had no money to hire real wizards as shop employees, so under balance, Zheng Qing chose a compromise.

The person in charge of the ledger is the fox accountant sent by the Qingqiu mansion, a male fox with a big fluffy tail; the person in charge of the reception is four little talking mice in vests, with jingle ears and dingdong ears. The leader; there are also three cats who take care of the 'goods' and prevent the 'cage rats' and 'corpse beetles' from escaping.

One is a big forest cat, the other is a small ragdoll cat, and the other is a kind of yellow raccoon that appears occasionally, which is an old and familiar cat that Zheng Qing calls "Brother Huang".

Cats, three mice, four foxes, five.

There isn't a single 'real' wizard.

Perhaps only in this magical world can we support this fantastic way of opening a store.

Xiao Xiao's worry is not unreasonable, Zheng Qing or Miss Su has already noticed this risk.

"Well, Hank hung the sign of Qingqiu Mansion outside the store, and also displayed my identity as a Merlin Medal and a public fee student at the front desk... Anyone with a little brain will not go to trouble." Zheng Qing explained vaguely Then, he made a gesture of reassurance to the doctor.

Xiao Xiao glanced at Zheng Qing strangely, with a hint of uncertainty on his face.

"If necessary, I'll tell my brother and hang up the signboard of the Zhang family." Zhang Jixin agreed in a rough voice, interrupting the doctor's thoughts.