The red-haired boy sitting on the roof chewing gum, Law just glanced at him casually, felt a little familiar, but didn't care too much.
After judging the right direction, Law jumped on the roof of the building until he could see the church clearly, then he chose a nearby alley and jumped down, then walked to the main street and walked towards the church.
The church is not a hospital, but it is a place to provide treatment. The room where Woking and Nobunaga are in is used as a ward for the time being.
When Luo Hui arrived at the ward, Parknorda was no longer there, and Nobunaga was still sleeping, Woking was lying in bed, and Machi was sitting silently in a chair.
As soon as he entered the ward, he was greeted with a gloomy cloud.
"What's wrong with you?"
Law looked at Woking and Machi, who had nothing to live for, with a puzzled face.
Woking looked up at Law, and then lowered his head in frustration.
"We owe a lot of money." Machi said weakly.
Law was stunned and quickly realized that it was the medical fee paid by Culolo and immediately asked, "How much?"
Machi sighed deeply and said in despair, "Two hundred thousand rings."
"No way?" Law was a little dumbfounded. According to the one-to-one exchange rate between rings and RMB, this is a whole two hundred thousand RMB. This is simply a black-hearted hospital. No, this is a church.
Machi leaned weakly on the table and sighed: "The two hundred thousand rings don't include the follow-up costs. Even if the three of us share it, I don't know how long it will take to earn it."
Not to mention Machi, who is in poor condition, even Woking can't bear such a large debt.
"Culolo won't ask you to pay back the money as soon as possible. Is there a need to be so pessimistic?" Law went to Machi and comforted him.
Machi shook his head slightly and said, "Culolo certainly won't urge us to pay back the money, but Parknorda said that the two hundred thousand rings are basically Culolo's whole fortune, and he can't pay the follow-up costs."
"Ah? In the end, it was because the church was too dark, right? Is there a place to complain? "Law stared.
Ma Qi rolled his eyes and didn't even have the mood to refute Law.
"According to Paikonoda, the remaining money can only last for two more days." Woking raised his hand and pointed his thumb at Nobunaga, who was lying on the bed next to him, and said, "This guy is good. He's sleeping like a pig."
"Then what should we do? Is there a quick way to make money in Meteor Street? "Law began to worry and rubbed his forehead.
Nobunaga was sleeping thoughtlessly, Woking wouldn't be able to get out of bed for a while, and Machi's legs were injured, so he couldn't do anything. It seemed that he was the only one they could count on.
Hearing Law's question, Woking and Machi looked at each other and then said with certainty, "No."
"Really? Where did that Culolo get so much money? "Luo didn't believe it.
"If I knew, I wouldn't be so poor," Machi said.
Law expressed his understanding, nodded and said, "That's right. If you knew, you wouldn't eat rice soup every day."
Hearing Law talk about rice soup again, Machi stared at Law with dead fish eyes, but the latter ignored him directly.
"Do you really want to open a restaurant? But that also requires capital. One jin of rice in Meteor Street costs eighty nuns. This price is really high. I just don't know if other things are expensive. "Law lowered his head and whispered to himself.
Machi couldn't hear what Law was talking to himself and asked, "What are you muttering about?"
Law looked up at Machi and said seriously, "I'm thinking that if I open a restaurant in Meteor Street, I might be able to make a lot of money in a short time."
Machi and Woking were silent, and then looked at Law again with a very familiar look, as if looking at a psychopath.
The price of ingredients in Meteor Street is terrible, so there is no such place as a restaurant in Meteor Street. Places like the church that provide cooked food are special cases, and they are as black as medical expenses.
Like today's meal, a meal costs three hundred nuns.
Although there is no such place as a restaurant, there are still shops that sell daily necessities and bars for people's entertainment. The life system is not perfect, but there is a basic prototype.
These shops that are integrated into daily life are under the control of the Recycle Station, and the people behind the Recycle Station are the four elders.
The residents of Meteor Street send recyclable materials to the Recycle Station, and the people in the Recycle Station will give a very bad price, so the income is not proportional to the high prices. Only those who are strong can live better.
Machi is still young and does not belong to that category, so the living conditions are very poor.
Facing the eyes of Machi and Woking, Law smiled bitterly and told the two of them about this plan. It was like playing the lute to a cow. He simply ignored them and lowered his head to find a way.
Opening a restaurant was an idea that suddenly occurred to him today, but it was just a thought. After all, he did not intend to take root in Meteor Street.
In general, plans always fail to keep up with changes.
Originally, he just planned to improve the food conditions, and then stay in Meteor Street for a while and leave. As a result, let alone improving the food, he had to help the three injured people solve their living problems and pay the money owed to Culolo.
A full two hundred thousand nuns. If it was a normal city, Law was still confident to earn it in a short time, but here is Meteor Street.
If he had known, he would have left the hand of bad omen to Machi and then run away, but if he had done that, he would not have had a chance to touch the collection of the elders.
Originally, he was so calm when he saw Culolo pay, as if the medical expenses were nothing at all. As a result, it was almost all he had.
He pretended to be good at it. As a result, he put Machi and the others in the pit. He thought he didn't have to worry about medical expenses at all, and he could pay it back slowly in the future.
If they really knew that this would be the result, maybe Machi and Woking would have just let Law run away, and the hand of bad omen left could be exchanged for money to offset the medical expenses.
"Even if it's a restaurant, it's a problem to have no capital. Sure enough, I have to go to Culolo. He has two hundred thousand nuns in savings at the age of twelve. There must be a way."
Law was also lying on the table, tilting his head and pondering.
Although this is something that has to be done non-stop, the experience of half a day made him a little tired, thinking that he would go to Culolo tomorrow.
If Culolo can provide a quick way to make money, it would be best. If there is no quick way to make money in a short time, then let Culolo take out the last of his belongings to open a restaurant. He just doesn't know if Culolo is interested in this.
As for business, with his cooking skills, it's really not a problem, but before opening a restaurant, he has to go to the market first. After all, a clever woman can't cook without rice.
From beginning to end, Law faced this problem that had little to do with him, but he didn't have the slightest idea of avoiding it, because Machi was kind to him.
"That's it. Ask Culolo where he lives, and go to him tomorrow morning to discuss this matter."
Law's scattered eyes slowly focused, then saw Machi's big eyes, paused, and said angrily, "What?"
He was still brooding over Ma Qi's gaze of looking at a lunatic.
"Law."
Ma Qi's expression was solemn.
"Huh?" Law raised his eyebrows.
"How about you pick up another piece of wood?" Machi said seriously.
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