Earth suddenly saw an influx of over 500 guests from different dinsions, making Ma Lu sowhat worried.
He then paid attention to the news for the next few days, wanting to see if anything strange had happened, but everything was normal.
The n's basketball team and the national soccer team kept losing, cryptocurrency continued to rise, and those parts of the world that were supposed to be at war were still at war, with edgy content still trending on TikTok…
At first, Ma Lu found it strange that so many people hadn't even made a splash, until one day he ran into the City Manager again buying fries.
Ma Lu chatted with him about it, asking if he had been very busy recently.
The City Manager shook his head, "I haven't had much to do for the past two weeks, just standing on top of the 'big shorts' enjoying the breeze."
"But I heard that over five hundred refugees ca…"
"Do you know how many cities there are on your planet? With just 500 people, spread across each city, you can't even guarantee that a single city will get one."
"Oh, now that you ntion it, it does make sense. So, did City B get any newcors this ti?"
"We got 50."
"Eh, didn't you say that a city wouldn't even get one?"
"That's because newcors to Earth need to go through training first to understand the local conditions and integrate into the new plane as quickly as possible. City B is one of the training locations.
"After the three-month closed training, they will then choose a place to live, and many will choose to stay, because both guests from a different dinsion and local Earth natives prefer to stay in big cities.
"There will also be a three-year tracking period to ensure they don't cause any trouble locally," the City Manager paused.
"So I'll really start getting busy after the training is over. So, how about it, are you interested in becoming a guardian for one of the newcors?"
"Guardian? You want to be soone's dad?"
"Not that kind of guardian," the City Manager said, "you just need to answer any questions the person you're overseeing might have, visit them occasionally, and if they do anything out of line, you don't need to handle it; just report it to . There's a subsidy of 500 Star Currency per month for being a guardian."
Ma Lu wasn't interested in this job, as the Universe Infinite Canteen was already making tens of thousands a night, and 500 Star Currency a month held no appeal for him.
It ant being a babysitter, which was a bit of a hassle.
The City Manager, seeing Ma Lu's lack of enthusiasm, didn't press the issue and just munched on a hot fry.
"Actually, I also have another job, but the salary isn't high, and I bet you wouldn't be interested."
"What job?"
"A teacher. Didn't I say newcors have to undergo training? You need teachers for training sessions. Usually, we pick teachers from guests who've spent so ti on Earth, but this ti we've got an Earth native like you, and I was thinking whether you should give the newcors so lessons."
"Sure," Ma Lu agreed quickly.
"Eh, you're not going to ask how much is paid per class?"
"How much?"
"600 Star Currency."
"Can it be bumped up a bit?"
"No, this amount has to go through financial reimbursent; it's a fixed figure."
"Ok, I'll take the job."
"600 Star Currency isn't much more than 500, so why did you agree this ti?"
"Because teaching is more relaxed than being a guardian, and I can also promote my restaurant to the newcors," Ma Lu explained.
Now his restaurant's operation had entered smooth waters, especially since Ma Youyou's arrival had freed up Ma Lu, although he still spent most of his ti behind the counter.
But he was mainly gaming or browsing videos, and even if he left for a while, it wouldn't matter; it wouldn't affect the normal operation of the restaurant. That was the basis for Ma Lu to undertake a part-ti job teaching at the training camp.
Moreover, the refugees brought over by the New Moon were not the emaciated, war-torn kind you hear about on the news.
Though they also migrated due to war, they had taken to the road before the war began, carrying a considerable wealth with them; their economic status was generally pretty good.
According to what Lao Hei had found out, tickets for the New Moon had even been scalped for as much as 10,000 Star Currency each. Those who could afford the ticket price were not poor, making them premium custors.
And it was rare for them to be gathered together; after the training, they might scatter to different places, so Ma Lu saw his teaching opportunity as a chance to concentrate on so offline promotion.
In addition, Ma Lu had asked the City Manager about the Cosmic Chef, sothing that had been on his mind ever since he'd heard about it from 33.
After all, Boss Ma was now in the restaurant business, having even participated in competitions and gained the title of number one in the Asian region for the God of Cooking Competition; he was naturally curious about the so-called number one chef in the Multiverse.
Unfortunately, Old Wang had lost most of his mory, especially when it ca to other Cosmic Chefs – nothing left at all.
He was also unfamiliar with the na ψ.
"You an the Cosmic Chef?"
The City Manager had already nearly finished the bag of fries in the short while he was there and cocked his head to think for a mont, "He's a very remarkable fellow."
"I haven't tasted the dishes he's cooked because the Universe Infinite Canteen is really hard to book; they only receive nine tables of guests a day.
"But I have a friend who was fortunate enough to taste the braised pork rice made by the Cosmic Chef, and afterwards, he beca a die-hard fan of ψ. To have another taste of the Cosmic Chef's cooking, he would be willing to give up all his possessions, even his life."
"Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration?"
"No, that's nothing. ψ's dicinal als can even cause amputees to regrow limbs, the blind to regain their sight, turn n into won, and send demons to heaven.
"He's like a magical Magician, with various ingredients as his casting materials, using his dishes to change the world. However, such a big shot has now disappeared."
"Gone missing?"
"Yes, his restaurant at the Universe's End has been closed for almost a year now. I've heard so rumors that the Cosmic Chef encountered so difficulties while developing a new dish, so he decided to find a place to seclude himself for a breakthrough.
"Ah, what kind of new dish is so troubleso that it hasn't been developed after a year?"
"ψ's cooking skills are already infinitely close to perfection, and an ordinary dish wouldn't be worth such effort, so it must be a very special dish."
"Alright," Ma Lu shrugged, "I personally can't understand those guys that have to keep pursuing perfection. As far as I'm concerned, as long as the work makes money, that's good enough.
"He's already the number one chef in the Multiverse, his fees are probably the highest too, right? Even if he really surpasses himself and makes tastier dishes, he wouldn't make more money, and it would be better to enjoy life with that effort."
"Everybody has their own pursuits, which is quite normal," the City Manager said.
"So, what's your pursuit?"
"I hope there's peace in the city every day, so I can clock out on ti and co here to have so fries and bread."
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