Gold and Silver Alchemist - Gold and Silver Alchemist chapter 3

“yes? A gold bar?”

I stopped pretending.

Then the policeman pointed to the bag on the screen.

“You took a gold bar out of that bag, and then what?”

Seeing him come out so straight forward, it seemed that there was no clear evidence that I was the culprit.

If there was evidence, they would have coaxed it out and tried to gather more information.

To find out if it’s simple theft or if it’s related to a smuggling ring.

Well, whether my guess is correct or not, I can’t really reveal what happened that day.

Looking at the screen, I could only tell that I had opened the bag, but I couldn’t see the inside of the bag at all.

“Did you just open it?”

“what? Why did you open someone else’s bag?”

“I was going to bring it to the lost and found center.”

“So, you can just bring it to the lost and found center. Why did you open someone else’s bag?”

When the police asked that question, they gave me a look as if they had cornered me.

But I calmly stated the situation at the time.

Totally contrary to the truth.

“Because the bag is too light.”

“yes?”

“It was strange because it was so light, so I opened it once. So there was really nothing in it. There were no items in it, and the bag itself was old, so I wondered if someone had left it, so I left it where it was and got on the plane.”

The policeman who heard my statement put on a dejected expression.

Then he loosened his sharp eyes and changed his tone to a softer tone.

“That’s right…. Thank you for your cooperation, please return safely.”

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Whoop-

When I got home, I let out a long sigh.

‘I almost got screwed.’

It’s a shame because the CCTV was far away.

Perhaps even the psychic ability to make gold disappear was discovered and he was taken to a government-affiliated secret laboratory and became a subject of experimentation.

So, from now on, I must be careful not to touch gold with my bare hands.

It’s a problem that my gold disappears, and making other people’s gold disappear is a bigger problem.

‘Anyway, I came back safely, home is the best!’

Even though I was living in a 6-pyeong single room for monthly rent, this place was my own sanctuary.

I felt even more friendly because I came back from an overseas trip.

And drowsiness poured in.

It must be because of the accumulation of overdose.

‘Let’s take a deep breath.’

I took off my clothes and climbed onto the bed.

And fell into a very deep sleep.

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[Many alchemists have tried to make gold. But the only person who succeeded in that was Alan, the greatest alchemist of the time.]

[Alan, who succeeded in making gold with magic, researches whether magic can be extracted from gold.]

[And you will get an unexpected harvest. I found a way to extract the mysterious substance Elixir from gold.]

[The Elixir is an all-powerful elixir that can do anything. It supplies magic power to wizards, physical strength to martial artists, and spiritual power to seekers. Not only that, but Elixir makes scholars more intelligent and artists full of inspiration. Elixir makes the healthy more healthy and heals the sick.]

[The Elixir makes everything possible for the user.]

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When I woke up, the day was dark.

I think I heard someone’s voice in my dream.

Alchemy blah blah blah blah elixir blah blah.

But I can’t remember exactly what it was about.

‘It’s a strange dream.’

Beep beep-

I drank a glass of water and sat down at my desk.

Then I opened my laptop and started browsing job sites.

Now that I’ve had a good rest, I have to work hard to earn money.

‘Is there any job that makes a lot of money?’

When I searched in order of salary, most of the articles were posted by entertainment taverns, clubs, and nightclubs.

Now that you’ve decided to live free from all social conventions, it might be fun to try a job you never dreamed of before.

‘Let’s try anything and judge for ourselves!’

I opened a post looking for a waiter to work at an entertainment bar.

＜There are many people who misunderstand this work, but it is hard labor as much as labor. However, if you study well and work hard, the income will follow.＞

If you work hard, making more than 5 million won a month is no problem.

If that’s true, the salary was close to double that of the previous company.

But the barrier to entry was too high.

＜We are looking for a well-groomed person taller than 180 cm.＞

The well-groomed appearance here does not mean having a clean haircut and wearing clean clothes.

‘You’re saying that only tall and handsome people will be selected.’

I was short and had an ugly face, so it didn’t matter.

When I opened other posts, everything was the same.

To work here, first of all, appearance was basic.

Occasionally, there were articles that did not mention appearances, but those were places to seek experienced people.

‘Am I not going this way?’

The moment I gave up and tried to move the page to another industry, a new article came up.

＜I’m looking for a waiter at an entertainment bar! Come to the interview right now! We are hiring 1 person on a first-come, first-served basis! (Welcome to those who do not look at the appearance/without experience)＞

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The tavern was located in a downtown area, a 30-minute taxi ride from the house.

They say they hire on a first-come, first-served basis, so they bounced like bullets.

Fortunately, no one came faster than me.

“It is not good for a waiter to be handsome. Customers rather prefer a face like Minhyuk. Let’s do well in the future!”

The manager really liked my face.

It must be a face that listens well.

“But have you ever worked as a waiter?”

“No, this is the first time.”

“What were you doing before?”

“I used to program a computer.”

“program? Ouch, my head hurts. But why would such a high-class manpower want to do this?”

“I am not a high-class manpower. The pay wasn’t good either.”

The manager smiled at my answer.

“Well, there are no nobles in the profession these days. Making a lot of money is the best. Also, our store is a good place that doesn’t deal in fake liquor and never hires minors, so you can work with pride.”

“I will do my best!”

“okay. But when can I start working? It’s better to do it now.”

The manager naturally lowered his words.

“I will start right away.”

“good!”

He took a credit card out of his wallet and handed it to me.

“Take this and go to the tailor across the street and buy black pants and a white shirt. I’ll give you a vest for your uniform.”

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He was immediately hired as a waiter.

To be precise, it was the waiter’s ‘assistant’.

The regular waiters had to take care of the regulars, bring in new customers, and had to do a lot of voluntary work, but the main job of the assistants was to serve alcohol and snacks and clean the table.

After a few months of assisting, by the time the menstruation on this side comes into view, he will order a formal waiter.

“Be sure to keep this in mind.”

A 20-year-old ‘senior assistant’ who came in a week earlier than me gave me a warning.

“Most of our customers are knacks. Be careful because if your planting is wrong, your fists will come flying first. All the people who quit working here got beaten up and quit.”

I nodded.

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It was something I had already heard from the kitchen ladies.

“But if you take care of that, it’s really good here. They give a lot of tips too.”

After a while,

The receptionist girls started going to work one by one.

Then the senior assistant whispered softly.

“And always be kind to those sisters. That’s why they give you a lot of tips.”

One of the receptionists approached me.

I don’t know if it’s the original version or plastic surgery, but she was a great beauty.

she asked me

“who?”

I greeted him politely, like a senior at work.

“I am the waiter’s assistant, starting today! I hope to go along well!”

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‘I’m busy, I’m busy!’

It was free until 10pm, but it was hectic as midnight approached.

He was constantly carrying drinks and snacks, and when a customer left, there was no time to tidy up the table or clean the bathroom.

“Brother, take care of my uncle’s hard work!”

“Is that so? hey! Come and see me!”

At the recommendation of the waitress, the customer stuck a 50,000 won bill into my vest pocket.

“thank you!”

I nodded and came out of the room and immediately brought drinks and snacks from another room.

I was busy without a chance to count how many tips I got.

Then, after 2:00 in the morning, it became a little free.

A senior assistant came over and said.

“We take turns smoking a cigarette each.”

“Maybe?”

“Hyung, go first.”

“Then I’ll go first.”

I went into the kitchen and came out through the outside door.

I put a cigarette in my mouth, lit it, and opened the crumpled cash in my vest pocket.

4 bills of 50,000 won and 8 bills of 10,000 won.

I earned 280,000 won in tips.

If this is enough every day, I can easily pass the monthly income of 5 million won only with tips.

‘It’s good.’

I hurriedly smoked a cigarette and went back to the store.

And again, I started carrying drinks and snacks hard.

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It was around dawn when the guests had all gone and the room was all cleaned up.

The manager approached me and handed me a 50,000 won note.

“I struggled from day one. Go to a 24-hour Gamjatang restaurant, drink soju, and sleep well. I have to work hard again in the evening.”

“thank you.”

I was accepted without hesitation.

It was then.

Three men entered the store.

Whether it was dyed or not, it was a middle-aged man with white hair and two hulking gangsters.

Everyone in the lobby bowed their heads to the white-haired man.

“Is the boss here!”

He opened his mouth to the manager.

“ramen.”

“Yes, boss!”

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The man who ordered ramen was the owner of this bar.

Bubbly-

Add ramen noodles to boiling water.

All the ladies in the kitchen had already left work, so the senior assistant and I cooked ramen.

“The boss likes to cook noodles thoroughly. I almost died when I boiled it before.”

I smiled at the senior assistant’s words.

Then he showed me the crown of his head with a straight face.

“I am not kidding. You see this scar here. It’s a mark on an ashtray.”

“Do you take an ashtray because the ramen is not tasty?”

Then he looked around and whispered in a low voice.

“The boss is a complete madman. It’s really good, but suddenly it’s violent. Is it manic depression? So, that’s really bad! It’s best to just not run into each other.”

It sounds like you have a pretty eccentric personality.

“But again, there is a lot of money. This building is also the owner’s. They say there are more than 20 buildings under the name of the president across the country. It’s super rich, rich man!”

“Are you a gold spoon?”

“No, he said he was self-made.”

“He’s so talented. Did you make that much money from the water trade?”

He responded in a low voice to my passing question.

“I heard from people who quit, they say that taverns are just for showing off to others, and there is a separate way to make money.”

“What is it?”

“Smuggling.”

“Smuggling? What smuggling?”

The word that bothered me the most these days came out of his mouth.

“Gold.”