CHAPTER 887: CHAPTER 976: IS THERE GOING TO BE A ROBBERY AT SUCH A HIGH-CLASS TRADE FAIR?

This is a rich chicken soup that has been simmering for several hours. Although there’s more soup than chicken, with the addition of some pepper and MSG, the aroma of chicken soup is completely unleashed.

Before each person was a large bowl of chicken noodle soup. Slurping the hand-made noodles dipped in the chicken soup into their mouths, along with some shredded chicken meat, they ascended to heaven right there!

For a moment, the dining room was filled with the sound of slurping. After finishing a whole bowl of noodles, they gulped down a bowl of salty chicken soup with a hint of pepper aroma, everyone satisfied and rubbing their rounded bellies.

This meal was undoubtedly the most delicious dish they had tasted in the past few years—delightful!

Nannan couldn’t stop swallowing her saliva. She took advantage of the moment when Jing Shu was focused on her food to sneak over to her fawning admirer number one. Fawning admirer number two had been dealt with for stealing water.

"Ahem, I’m so hungry, but just because I said a few words, they wouldn’t let me eat. Isn’t this targeting me? Some people are really petty and narrow-minded, leaving me to stare at the food all alone so late at night—isn’t this deliberately trying to bother me? Boo-hoo, I’m so pitiful—" Nannan cried as she talked, her tears streaming like pear blossoms in rain.

If it were him from before, fawning admirer number one would have given her all the food at just her first sentence. But today, she said so much and fawning admirer number one still didn’t react?

Upon looking again, fawning admirer number one had already licked the bowl clean, soup and all, seemingly hearing her with some difficulty:

"Nannan, why didn’t you say earlier? Look I’ve already finished eating, there’s only a little green onion left, shall I add some water to it for you?"

Nannan was furious, slapped him forcefully: "Who the hell wants your leftover dishwater!" She said, leaving in a huff.

Fawning admirer number one scratched his head, queued up again to get a kettle of boiling water, indeed rinsed the bowl again, and drank a bowl contentedly.

After this sumptuous dinner, the scent of chicken drifted for several kilometers around.

Hey, someone asked, isn’t a few kilometers a bit exaggerated?

Isn’t that obvious, ordinary pots of chicken soup can’t possibly spread several kilometers, can they?

It certainly was Jing Shu making Wen Jun and Guo Tou prepare chicken soup at several dozen spots nearby, and not only that, but they made rounds around the city while doing it.

As a result, everyone in Masi knew what the Huaxia Business Group was having for dinner.

Mama Has was at the diplomatic residence, drooling three feet on the ground from the aroma, the usual meals were never so tempting, saying to his wife: "I reckon those Huaxia people are acting too boldly, might not survive here for many days, sooner or later things will get chaotic, we should flee to other places earlier."

As he was speaking, there was a knock at the door, Mama Has opened the door, and returned with a pot of chicken noodle soup.

His wife asked, "So dear, when shall we pack up and prepare to leave?"

Mama Has replied, "Leave? What leave? We must hold tight to Huaxia, oh no, I mean we must coexist with Masi, ah, delicious, really delicious."

...

Old Zhou returned to his presidential suite, discussing the news they gathered today with Code Seven, Yang Yang, and Black Shadow.

This time Old Zhou brought Jing Shu and others into the open, while Code Seven and Shadow were in the shadows.

Code Seven laid out all the collected information, "There are two forces in Masi to pay attention to, one is a United States puppet and the other is an Old Ou puppet."

Old Zhou was not originally someone who craves food, but he couldn’t help but ask now: "Do you smell chicken soup? Why do I still smell it?"

Shadow immediately said, "I thought I was hallucinating, but there really is, and it’s even more flavorful."

As they were speaking, the door opened, Jing Shu pushed a trolley, on it a large pot filled with chicken soup, unlike this afternoon’s pure chicken noodle soup, this was packed with delicious mushrooms like pine mushrooms and chicken oil mushrooms, along with other ingredients.

Jing Shu smiled and said, "Didn’t eat enough this afternoon, shall we feast again?"

Shadow coughed: "It feels a bit embarrassing... then I won’t hold back, I’m starving here!" He hadn’t eaten dinner! Already famished.

Old Zhou felt a bit sorry: "Miss Jing should keep these good things for yourself, you’ve already contributed so much for this mission——"

Jing Shu was waiting for these words, "Old Zhou, how can a few pots of soup catch big fish, if we want to spread the news we must do it fully.

So I made chicken soup everywhere nearby, thus the whole city knows, see if this isn’t eaten it’ll be a waste. If you feel uneasy about it, then let me pick an item first among the spoils without breaking the rules at the right time?"

This request wasn’t excessive, Old Zhou agreed on the spot: "Let you pick two items."

"Great!" Jing Shu was pleased, and so were the others, Old Zhou was happy too.

Everyone had another supper and continued to discuss the surrounding forces, he who knows both himself and his enemy can fight a hundred battles without defeat.

Jing Shu made a great profit this time, her appetite was big to begin with, she also had to feed a team like Xiao Wei which had an enormous appetite, so the food wasn’t really wasted, she originally intended to make so much food anyway, yet today she gains two spoils preferential choices.

The next day, under careful preparation by everyone, all surrounding forces and nations knew that a super fat sheep had arrived in Masi.

Hence, the trade fair held in Masi in the evening was packed with people.

Partly to see how fat this fat sheep was and partly to see what benefits could be reaped, of course, some people came to scout.

It’s no surprise that Masi is a place of mixed fish and dragons, during the evening trade fair, people of four different skin colors gathered.

The trade fair belonging to private high confidentiality, hence entry checks were strict, no weapons allowed, servants and bodyguards could not exceed five, tickets were calculated per person, each person had to pay goods worth 100 liters of oil, if purchasing items exceeding this value, the ticket would be waived.

Indeed, the currency here used to be US Dollar settling oil, Euro settling daily necessities, after the apocalypse with Middle East currency crashing, it was calculated based on oil. The poor couldn’t naturally touch oil collection, it was still barter, but the upper echelon calculated everything based on oil.

As the wealthy, Old Zhou naturally brought his daughters and sons inside, there was no oil, just plenty of beer, Mama Has was smart, waived tickets completely, given this wealthy family obviously anything they bring would casually be more valuable than oil.

Watching them haul a truckload of goods inside, Mama Has’s grin reached the back of his ears, just he alone could draw quite a commission from all of this.

Just as he was laughing, a voice came: "Wouldn’t such a high-class trade fair have robbery?"