"Extra, extra! Wei Yi has conquered another town, completely liberating Guanshi South."
A child sprinted wildly, waving the newspaper in his hand, flaunting it through the streets, evoking a sense of an era in film.
But don’t fall into the trap of asking why they don’t eat at porridge.
Printed dia is still one of the mainstream ways of information dissemination in today’s world.
After all, the current world is vastly divided; despite being in the sa ti latitude, they are in different historical layers, and in many regions, smartphones haven’t even beco common.
The child ran past the moving car, his repeated shouts clearly entering Pei Yunxi’s ears through the window.
Liberation.
This choice of words deserves scrutiny.
One should know that Karuzi has not yet been affected by the flas of war, and it is located deep within the sphere of influence of the Allied Army.
The Imperial Army hasn’t even arrived, and they’re already singing praises?
Of course.
Pei Yunxi is an outsider; whoever wins or loses is none of her business, but the sudden outbreak of internal strife within the Allied Army still inevitably had so impact on her.
For example, the prices in Karuzi began to soar, with the cost of the most basic livelihood commodity, rice, having already tripled compared to before, hinting at fluctuations in other goods.
There is no unifying force here, no chanism to control market prices.
When chaos cos, it’s about who has stronger survival capabilities.
No other reason.
The fundantal rule of life’s evolution — survival of the fittest.
The accompanying guard received a phone call, and then respectfully reported: "Lady, Mr. Jiang has returned."
Boss Jiang had been away for three days, absent for two nights, and where he went was unknown.
"Return to the Peace Hotel."
The convoy headed back.
The streets were not just chaotic, with people panic-buying supplies, but even the Peace Hotel was beginning to be affected.
A swarm of people blocked the hotel entrance.
But it was no problem.
"Bang bang."
The guard stuck his head out of the car, firing shots into the air, and the crowd wisely made way for a passage.
Under the guard’s protection, Pei Yunxi got out of the car and walked into the hotel.
"Miss Pei."
The hostess greeted her with a helpless smile.
Here, Du Enqin was one of the few who didn’t call her Lady.
Indeed.
Won should naturally respect won.
"What’s going on outside..."
Having interacted until now, both parties weren’t unfamiliar.
"Because they’re worried the Rebel Army might invade, these people want to stay at the Peace Hotel for refuge. But Miss Pei can see, there’s no way I can accommodate so many people."
Escaping war within a hotel?
It seems that the word ’Peace’ in Peace Hotel is indeed a golden signboard in Myanmar.
"I can’t chase them away, and they won’t listen to reason. Oh, it’s really quite stressful."
"Need any help?"
Pei Yunxi asked.
Du Enqin glanced at the fully-ard guards behind her, shook her head with a smile, "No need to trouble Miss Pei, I’ll handle it myself. By the way, Mr. Jiang is in Dining Room No. 3."
Pei Yunxi nodded, not insisting after being declined, and walked past Du Enqin to the dining room.
The person who had disappeared for three days was sitting there, having a hearty al.
The guards stayed at the door.
Pei Yunxi walked over.
"I really didn’t know Du Enqin was quite skilled in cooking. This plain noodle soup tastes truly good."
Boss Jiang held his chopsticks, full of praise.
"She made it personally?"
Pei Yunxi stood by the table.
"That’s what she said anyway."
Jiang Chen looked up, "Want to try?"
His intention was good, no question, but the key was, after he’d finished a big bowl, how could he offer it to others?
Pei Yunxi sat down, saying, "I’m allergic to cilantro."
Not liking it is understandable.
But what sort of excuse is an allergy?
Just a polite refusal.
There indeed was cilantro in Boss Jiang’s bowl.
But plain noodle soup with cilantro?
Though everyone has different preferences, and each person’s way of making sothing is different.
"When I was young, I didn’t like cilantro either, it made want to puke, but for so reason, I can suddenly tolerate it."
Speaking, Boss Jiang picked up another chopstick of noodles, not wanting to impose, "Then how about sothing else? Waiter..."
Pei Yunxi didn’t reply, simply picked up a pair of disposable chopsticks from the container, opened them, and picked up a soup dumpling from the plate.
Seeing this, Jiang Chen continued eating his noodles.
"Karuzi is surrounded, where did you go?"
Pei Yunxi took a bite of the soup dumpling.
Indeed.
The Rebel Army led by Wei Yi was conquering cities and territories with unstoppable montum, quickly overcoming more than a dozen towns, geographically encircling Karuzi.
A very grim reality.
Karuzi has beco an isolated city.
This is also why the prices have skyrocketed.
The people inside can’t get out, and those outside can’t get in.
But there is a peculiar phenonon.
The Peace Hotel has not seized this golden opportunity to make money from above; neither the food prices nor the accommodation fees have increased, maintaining their previous levels.
This might also be the reason why so many people are crowding outside.
"Didn’t a few friends co over? I took them around for a bit."
Jiang Chen said lightly, still focused on his noodles.
"They ca at quite the wrong ti; what you should be doing now is taking them back, right?"
Jiang Chen swallowed his noodles, unconcerned, "Don’t let the outside influence you; you should know better that rumors and the like aren’t that terrifying."
"Karuzi isn’t surrounded?"
Pei Yunxi thus asked.
The front foot just comforting her not to panic, Boss Jiang, on the back foot, actually nodded, "Karuzi is surrounded."
"..."
Why isn’t there any worry about being surrounded?
Jiang Chen put down his chopsticks, and imdiately added, "It’s just surrounded, they haven’t attacked yet."
"Will there be ti to run if they do attack?"
The goddess Pei remains very strong-minded, able to joke at such a tense ti.
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