I'm in Detective Conan, and I start with the Grand Theft Auto system.

Akemi walked out from behind the bar, stood in front of Ran, and smiled, "My name is Miyano Akemi, and I'm the manager of this shop."

"You can just call me Akemi. May I ask your name?"

Ran smiled and said, "Mingmei-nee, my name is Ran Mouri! You can just call me Ran!"

She smiled happily, her eyes crinkling, and she suddenly came alive.

Mingmei smiled and asked her to sit down, preparing to symbolically ask a few interview questions.

Xiaolan sat nervously in the chair, her back ramrod straight, her hands neatly placed on her knees, looking as if she were attending some important college entrance interview.

Seeing her nervous appearance, Lin Shen found it somewhat amusing and took the initiative to help her relax: "Don't be nervous, Xiao Lan."

"It's not like we're taking the entrance exam for Tokyo University, we're just chatting. Do you want to know why I chose you?"

Xiaolan hesitated for a moment, then honestly shook her head: "I don't know."

"First of all, you're beautiful," Lin Shen said directly and naturally, as if stating a fact. "Your image and temperament are very suitable for our store. Customers will feel comfortable seeing you standing behind the bar."

Xiaolan's face immediately turned red. She lowered her head shyly, and the tips of her ears turned pink.

She was indeed a little unaccustomed to such straightforward praise, but she was also very happy inside!

Lin Shen smiled and continued, "Secondly, I saw you coming down from the building across the street. You must live there, right?"

"Yes, yes! That's right!" Ran nodded repeatedly. "My house is on the second floor across the street, at the Mouri Detective Agency!"

"That's the main reason I chose you," Lin Shen leaned back in his chair, resting his hands on the armrests. "You live across the street, and it's less than a minute's walk to and from get off work, which is very convenient."

"Besides, your family owns a detective agency. If you run into any difficult customers in the store, you can just shout and your dad will rush over from across the street. It's much safer."

After listening, Xiaolan suddenly realized that the reason sounded quite reasonable.

But she still had a slight doubt in her mind: when it comes to hiring employees, is it really that important whether they live nearby or not?

She didn't quite understand the logic behind opening a shop, but she didn't dare ask too many questions, fearing that if she asked too many, the boss would find her annoying and lose the job she had finally gotten.

So she nodded vigorously, indicating that she completely understood.

Xiaolan eagerly moved on to the next topic: "So, may I ask... what are your working hours?"

Lin Shen took a sip of the last bit of coffee in his cup and put it down: "Five days a week, from 7 pm to 9 pm every night, with weekends off."

Xiaolan was stunned for a moment, thinking she had misheard: "Huh? Two hours...? That's...that's way too short!"

"Short?" Lin Shen raised an eyebrow. "It is a bit short. But we're targeting the high-end market, and our target customers are high-net-worth individuals."

"The time of wealthy people is extremely valuable. Think about it, a cup of coffee costs 20,000 yuan. Are they even drinking coffee while sitting in the shop?"

"No, what they're drinking is the sense of scarcity, the sense of exclusivity."

"Therefore, our business hours will also maintain this style, with short hours and an appointment system, and it seems we'll have to rely on luck."

Xiaolan was stunned. She felt that something was off about what Lin Shen said, but Lin Shen's aura was so strong that she couldn't find a point to refute him for a moment.

She blinked, then nodded, seemingly understanding, "Oh... I see."

"As for the salary," Lin Shen held up three fingers, "300,000 yen a month."

Xiaolan's pupils suddenly dilated.

She covered her mouth, her voice filled with incredulous surprise: "Huh? That high? I... I didn't hear wrong, did I? Three hundred thousand a month?"

She quickly did some mental calculations.

Working only two hours a day, five days a week, that's forty hours a month.

Spread out over 300,000 yen, the hourly wage is equivalent to 7,500 yen.

The part-time salary at a regular convenience store is only around 1,000 yen, which is almost eight times less.

She even began to wonder if she was dreaming, or if the boss was joking with her.

Lin Shen smiled as he looked at her speechless expression of shock: "You heard me right."

"We're targeting the high-end market, so our employees' salaries naturally need to match that level to ensure high-quality service!"

"Otherwise, if a customer spends 20,000 yuan on a cup of coffee, but the staff's service is like that of a convenience store, why would they choose to pay here?"

Xiaolan was convinced by his words.

Although it sounds illogical, upon closer inspection, it does seem to make sense.

She nodded vigorously: "I understand! I will definitely do my best!"

"If you don't have any objections, come to work tomorrow," Lin Shen said. "We can sign the contract then."

"Boss! Manager!" Xiaolan practically jumped up from her chair, her voice brimming with enthusiasm, "I can start work right now! No need to wait until tomorrow!"

Lin Shen didn't reply, but turned to look at Mingmei and gestured with his eyes—you make the arrangements!

Mingmei understood, smiled, stood up, and waved to Xiaolan: "Okay, then come with me."

"Let me show you around the shop first, tell you where the coffee beans are stored, and explain some basic brewing steps."

Xiaolan excitedly followed Mingmei into the area behind the bar.

As they walked, Mingmei explained to her—this cabinet contained coffee beans from different origins, that drawer held various brewing tools, and she explained what temperature to keep the water at, what grind setting to use, and the proper way to pour the water…

Xiaolan listened attentively and memorized every single point.

Although she often cooks at home, coffee brewing is a completely unfamiliar area for her.

She studied very hard because she really needed this job!

The debt of 300 million yen weighed on her and her father's shoulders. Although Sonoko said there was no need to rush to pay it back, Ran always felt a weight on her mind.

Every little bit helps, at least we can't let Sonoko think that her family has no intention of repaying the loan.

After arranging for Xiaolan to familiarize herself with the procedures in the front hall, Mingmei made an excuse to return to the back of the bar.

She sat down next to Lin Shen, covered her mouth with her hand, and chuckled softly in a low voice: "Mr. Lin, you wouldn't happen to... have taken a fancy to that young lady, would you? Xiao Lan is indeed very pretty."

She said this with a hint of teasing in her tone, but there was also a seriousness deep in her eyes.

Mingmei wasn't the type of woman to make a big fuss over something like this, but she knew it in her heart.

A man like Lin Shen could not possibly have only one woman by his side.

She was mentally prepared.

Hearing her words, Lin Shen couldn't help but smile and shake his head: "That's not the main reason."

Akemi asked curiously, "Then what is the main reason?"

Lin Shen looked at Xiao Lan, who was trying hard to remember where the coffee beans were placed, and said with a playful tone, "The three hundred million I brought back a while ago... was extorted from her father, Kogoro Mouri."

Akemi's smile froze for a moment.

She stood there, stunned, blinking several times. Then her lips twitched slightly, and after a long pause, she managed to stammer, "...Huh?"

Her voice was filled with astonishment and disbelief, completely unlike her usual calm and composed demeanor.

Lin Shen found her reaction somewhat amusing and continued, "She's probably looking for a part-time job to pay off that debt."

He paused for a moment, a hint of something unreadable creeping into his voice, "I'm not a particularly bad person, I'll help if I can."

"Anyway, she works here, so the money is gradually being returned to her in the form of her wages—isn't that good enough?"

After listening, Mingmei remained silent for a long time, then covered her face, her shoulders trembled slightly, and finally she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She smiled with a mixture of helplessness and amusement, finally sighing and shaking her head: "Oh... I see. I understand."

She peeked through her fingers at Lin Shen, a complex smile playing on her lips, "Alright, then I think I know how to arrange things for Xiao Lan."

"Let her do some easy work, slack off a bit, and be a mascot, okay?"

Lin Shen smiled and nodded, saying, "Yes, that's exactly it."