Problem Solver Wu Shiyin

A month and a half later—exactly two months since Yang Xiao arrived at Seaside Park—he had been training from dawn to dusk every single day, squeezing in every possible moment for a full two months.

But financial constraints forced him to find a part-time job to keep himself alive.

Those two months had skyrocketed Yang Xiao's physical fitness. He was now in a state where he could start training his Quirk. With another eight months ahead, he could work on both body and Quirk simultaneously, and the entrance exam should be no problem.

That day, Yang Xiao searched online for part-time gigs and found a quirky shop nearby that was hiring. The shop was called "Problem Solver," and the listing said you could bring any issue to them and they'd solve it—if they couldn't, you'd have to solve it yourself.

"Seriously, that description is total bullshit." Yang Xiao laughed helplessly. Still, the pay at Problem Solver wasn't bad—about 4,000 in Huaxia currency a month, and that was just for part-time.

Huh, didn't seem much different from full-time...

Yang Xiao decided to check out this "Problem Solver." It reminded him of the Yorozuya from the anime Gintama—similar setup, just a matter of how it actually ran.

After breakfast, with the sun already up, Yang Xiao slipped on his shoes, grabbed his keys, and locked the door. Problem Solver was less than a kilometer from the apartment block, and in under ten minutes, he was standing at its entrance.

The place really lived up to its name. The sign reading "Problem Solver" was shabby and worn, like it hadn't been replaced in over a decade. The rolling shutter door was down, and Yang Xiao could spot grime and graffiti on it—probably the work of bratty kids.

Problem Solver sat in an alley. A utility pole stood in front of the shop, and Yang Xiao could catch a faint stench at its base—some jerk must have used it as a toilet.

In the middle of the shutter door, two black characters read "Hiring." They looked like they'd been there a while, but it seemed no one wanted the job.

Yang Xiao was starting to have second thoughts. This place was clearly neglected—the owner was probably lazy as hell. How else could you explain the mess out front?

Whatever. Since he was here, he'd check it out first. Yang Xiao walked up to the shutter door and knocked, waiting for a response.

A few minutes passed with no reaction from inside. He knocked again, harder and longer this time.

"Who's that?! Making all that racket early in the morning!" Sure enough, his tactic worked. An irritated voice came from inside.

After a few dozen seconds, the shutter door rolled up. A silver-haired man with a toothpick dangling from his lips stared at Yang Xiao, looking a bit dazed. "Huh, not a bratty kid?"

"What do you want?" The silver-haired man softened his tone a little when he realized Yang Xiao wasn't one of those annoying kids he hated.

"Bratty kids" meant children under ten, who loved to scribble on his shutter door and even pee by the utility pole out front—the smell was unbearable.

Silver hair? Yang Xiao blinked. Could this be the owner? The guy's face was pretty similar to a certain anime character, but there were differences. At least this owner looked even more disheveled.

"Are you the House Owner of Problem Solver?" Yang Xiao asked, covering his nose as the stench from the utility pole drifted over.

"That's me. Come inside and talk..." The silver-haired man let Yang Xiao in and pulled the shutter door down.

The room was dim. When the silver-haired man turned on the light, Yang Xiao got a clear look at the place. It was a total mess—nothing like an office, more like a private room.

"Heh, sorry about the clutter," the silver-haired man said, already guessing why Yang Xiao was there, but he asked anyway, "So, what brings you here?"

"Oh, right," Yang Xiao nodded. "I saw your job listing online and thought I'd come by to see if I could apply."

"Sure, absolutely. You can start tomorrow." The silver-haired man jumped at the chance, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Yang Xiao should have been happy, but the guy's expression and attitude made him wonder if taking this job was a good idea.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Wu Shiyin—you can call me Gin-san. I'll pay you 70,000 Island Nation Currency a month, settled monthly, no credit." Wu Shiyin rattled it off smoothly, like he'd said it a thousand times.

70,000 Island Nation Currency was about 4,200 in Huaxia currency—pretty decent for a part-time gig. But Yang Xiao still felt like Problem Solver was a bit off, like walking into a wolf's den.

Seeing Yang Xiao hesitate, Gin-san cut in: "Three meals a day included. Three meals!"

"Alright, I'll start tomorrow!" Yang Xiao agreed without a second thought. Three meals a day? Why would he hesitate? Most jobs barely offered two meals, and three was almost unheard of.

Some places only gave one meal—lunch—and you had to handle breakfast and dinner yourself.

"Report here at 8 a.m. tomorrow. Alright, I'm going back to sleep. You can head off now." Gin-san yawned.

Yang Xiao said his goodbyes and left. He knew Problem Solver might have its issues, but he couldn't afford to care. The money he had left would last him maybe three or four days before he'd be starving.

Now, with Problem Solver covering three meals a day, no matter the quality, he couldn't turn down this "high-class" job.

"Kid, it's rare to get an applicant. Gotta use a little trick to hook 'em." Wu Shiyin smirked slyly, stretched, and walked to his desk. He propped his legs up, grabbed his phone, and made a call: "Hey, boss? I've got a new employee starting. Starting tomorrow, I'll need monthly meal deliveries. Just send them over. Remember, one meat dish and two veggie dishes—go light on the meat to keep it cheap."

"Congrats, House Owner Wu. I'll deliver tomorrow," a man's voice replied. After a pause, he added, "Oh, and boss, be a bit generous this time. Cutting back on meat with just three dishes—he probably won't stick around long."

"Just handle the cooking. You gonna pay my salary? I'm covering three meals a day—why do I need so much meat? As long as it's edible, it's fine!" Wu Shiyin's voice rose.

"Fine, fine, I'll keep my mouth shut. I'll deliver the food on time tomorrow." The boss hung up, grumbling. He hadn't expected Wu Shiyin to offer three meals this time—no wonder he was skimping on meat. Business at Problem Solver had been slow for a while.

The main issue was that Wu Shiyin was lazy and rarely cleaned up the place. With such a dirty, messy environment, who would want to work there?