The Optimistic Heroes
Chapter 1: Big G and Dash
Part 3, 2000 - 3000 Words
"You saved my life, I will help you pay back the money, consider us even. Never in my life have I met a man such as yourself, and I hope that I never do again."
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So Gregarious Guo left.
But where should he go? Although he still had his sword, and his clothes were still new, his white horse was gone. All he had left was a few pieces of silver. He could not only not afford the best inns anymore, even if he slept on the floor in front of the fire and only ate steamed buns, he only had enough to last for a few days.
Did Big G feel worried or upset?
Nope, not at all.
Seriously, with such talent, how could Big G ever go hungry?
So he found the best restaurant around, and enjoyed an amazing meal, with the best food and drinks he could order.
After such a great meal, who wouldn't would be feeling good, not to mention he was a little tipsy. Even the most annoying people appeared somewhat charming to him in this state.
So he left all of the money he had left with the charming little waiter. He walked out that door with clean pockets, scrubbed clean, nothing left.
Where would he eat his next meal? He hadn't the slightest idea.
But what did that matter? Things would work out, when a door shuts, there is always a window. What mattered in this moment was finding a nice place to get some sleep.
"Tomorrow is a new day. No matter what happens, I can take care of it. Why worry about tomorrow when you can enjoy tonight?"
With a yawn, Big G heartily strolled into the best guesthouse the city had to offer.
He forgot just one thing.
The door to the guesthouse is always open, walking in is easy, but walking out is sometimes a little more difficult.
If your pockets are empty, it is doubtful that anybody is going to let you heartily stroll out the front door.
It's not like Big G would try to sneak away or act shamelessly, so what then?
In these type of situations, he started to feel a little anxious. He circled the courtyard a couple of times, when unexpectedly he saw a piece of paper stuck to the wall, with the words: "In urgent need of a cook."
So Big G became a cook.
From start to finish, he was an armed escort for more than half a month.
He was a cook for only three days.
In three days, he used more than 20 extra pounds of oil. Not to mention, he broke more than 30 bowls, and more than 40 small plates. This was sort of understandable, because Big G was excellent at cooking, and finding a good cook was sometimes harder than finding a good wife. It wasn't until Big G was carrying a steaming hot plate of sweet and sour fish and threw it in a customer's face, at that point, it was enough.
The customer was only complaining that the fish was a little plain, he just wanted a little more salt. Big G was already fuming, pointing at his face he yelled: "Have you ever had sweet and sour fish before? Have you eaten fish before? Sweet and sour fish is not supposed to be salty, what do you know? "
Even if they were willing to keep him around, he had already had enough. After being a cook for three days, all he got from it was a thick layer of smoke and oil all over his new clothes. His pockets were still empty.
"If this place doesn't want me, who cares, the next one will."
Big G kept his cool, he could do anything, he was exceptionally capable, so why should he care?
The problem was, what should he do?
Big G started to think, after a lot of thought, he suddenly realized that most of what he knew how to do required the spending of money—riding horses, drinking, admiring beautiful 'flowers', playing drinking games, could any of these things earn him a dime?
Fortunately, there was a thing or two he could do to make some money, like singing.
Previously, when he used to sing, people would often clap loudly, their ears couldn't get enough, some people would even ask, "Did you come out of your mother's womb knowing how to sing?"
Some people said, "What a talent for music, and with a voice like that, if you sang for a living, you would certainly put a lot of singers out of work."
Although Big G didn't want to put anybody out of work, he was hungry enough to start singing—The Stratagem of the Empty City.
As such, he found a restaurant that he had never been to before, and readied himself to sing.
As soon as he walked in, the waiters started to surround him, pouring him tea and preparing hand towels. Laughing and bowing, they would ask: "What would you like to eat sir? Anything to drink? The fish was just delivered fresh by horse. How about a nice fresh fish with 30 year aged Shaoxing wine?"
What an impressive figure Big G was, perfect for flattering.
But Big G's face was already turning red, as if he had already drank 15kg of Shaoxing wine. How could he bring himself to say that he had come to sing for money?
After waiting as long as he could, he finally managed to mutter: "I am looking for..." before finishing his sentence, he ran for the door, as if someone had chased him out with a whip.
This of course was not the fault of the waiters, he could only blame himself for looking nothing like a singer.
"Oh well, sometimes being too handsome has its drawbacks, maybe it would be better if I was a little uglier."
Although Big G was sighing, he could barely stop himself from instantly finding a mirror to gaze at himself.