"Yide, you must still be troubled by not finding a suitable tutor!"
Furina stood elegantly in front of Lin Yide's desk with a playful and confident demeanor.
"This goddess happens to have plenty of time lately."
She secretly imagined the scene that would follow: Lin Yide, in tears, begging her to take on the role of tutor.
Then, she, the noble goddess, would reluctantly agree to his request.
Just as she was immersed in this beautiful fantasy, Lin Yide shattered her dream with a calm tone: "Ms. Furina, thank you very much for your concern.
However, I have already found a suitable tutor, so I won't trouble you."
Upon hearing these words, Furina was stunned as if struck by lightning. She felt extremely disappointed, and even the white ahoge on her head drooped powerlessly.
Lin Yide's lips curled up slightly, "However, I don't mind hiring another tutor. So, Ms. Furina, in which areas are you proficient?"
Furina perked up immediately upon hearing this and eagerly replied, "I am proficient in many fields, such as art, opera, history, literature, and so on, without exception."
Lin Yide thought for a moment and said, "Are you good at mathematics and physics?"
Furina choked instantly, as these two subjects happened to be her weakest areas.
Lin Yide noticed her expression and knew that science was too complicated for a simple-minded person like her.
He had no choice but to say, "Then let's start by teaching them history and literature for now. Five classes a week, with a monthly salary of 100,000 Mora."
Furina frowned upon hearing the salary, "This 100,000 Mora is too little. I am the Hydro Archon of Fontaine. A single opera performance pays at least 200,000 Mora."
Lin Yide glanced at her, "Neuvillette only gets 100,000 Mora a month, working twenty hours a day. Are you embarrassed to ask for a higher salary than him?"
(Neuvillette's salary is 100,000 Mora, which he voluntarily requested to be so low.)
Furina was rendered speechless by his words and smiled awkwardly, "Okay, then 100,000 Mora it is."
After agreeing, a hint of doubt suddenly flashed through her mind, and she curiously asked, "Then, how much Mora do you pay yourself?"
Hearing this question, Lin Yide smiled slightly, and his tone became serious and profound, "If we only use money to measure the value of labor, it would be too superficial.
True dedication and effort cannot be measured by simple Mora amounts."
Furina glared at him, secretly adding another "death sentence" to Lin Yide.
She knew that this guy must have given himself a high salary but used such high-sounding words to prevaricate her.
Furina turned and left angrily. Just as she was about to step out of the doorway, Lin Yide's voice came leisurely from behind.
"Furina!"
This call made her stop involuntarily.
"There's a novel signing event next week, don't forget to attend," Lin Yide's voice continued to reach her ears.
She quickened her pace instantly, leaving quickly without looking back.
Indeed, one should not have any expectations of this guy!
...
After Furina left, Old Dirk walked in.
"Young Master, your former friends York and Byrd have come to visit you."
Hearing these two names, Lin Yide was lost in memories.
The original owner's life before his rise to prominence was not well-off, and he had few friends. York and Byrd could only be considered acquaintances who occasionally nodded to each other.
After the original owner became successful, these two people clung to him like shadows, frequently asking him to treat them to meals and drinks.
Lin Yide clearly remembered that after the original owner was imprisoned, they disappeared without a trace.
Their sudden visit now was probably with the intention of taking advantage of him again.
Thinking of this, Lin Yide couldn't help but frown slightly.
He didn't want to have any involvement with these so-called "friends" who only knew how to take and not give.
So, he said to Old Dirk in a flat tone, "Uncle Dirk, please find an excuse to help me get rid of them."
Old Dirk nodded in response and turned to dismiss the two.
However, not long after, Old Dirk returned with a frustrated expression.
He shook his head helplessly and said with a hint of self-blame, "Young Master, I'm sorry, York and Byrd insist on seeing you. They said that if you don't see them, they will stay here today and not leave."
Hearing this news, Lin Yide couldn't help but frown slightly.
He pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Alright, since they want to see me so much, then I'll go see them."
With that, he stood up and walked towards the living room. The
Their faces were young, but their eyes revealed a shrewd and mercenary air.
"Yide, we are so happy to see you safe and sound!" York stepped forward, his face full of fake smiles, and said earnestly, "We have been very worried about you during this time."
Byrd followed closely behind, echoing York's words with the same hypocritical expression.
Their expressions and tone were exaggerated, as if deliberately concealing their true thoughts.
Lin Yide had no patience to listen to their nonsense and directly asked, "What do you want from me?"
York and Byrd were caught off guard by his directness and coldness, and their expressions immediately became stiff.
They originally thought they would receive a warm welcome from Lin Yide, but they didn't expect such treatment.
If someone hadn't secretly paid them a lot of money to come, they wouldn't have bothered to come and be snubbed!
York quickly adjusted his emotions and put on a friendly expression, "Yide, we are here to invite you out to dinner, to celebrate your recent success."
Lin Yide's lips curled into a playful smile.
It seemed that those people finally couldn't hold back and started to take action.