CHAPTER 896: CHAPTER 985: FISH THAT CAN SWIM IN THE DESERT?

So, after the Huaxia Team lost a few sons, the unruly young lady insisted on going to choose a site for the factory by the third day.

The main purpose of coming from Huaxia is to build a beer factory; I heard they even brought a lot of raw materials.

But the young lady said they’re going to choose a site; in reality, it’s just a trip for fun.

Mama Has, whose head was about to explode, heard a rumor that there’s a desert on the border of Masi where there are fish that can swim in the desert.

Listen to that, fish that can swim in the desert? Isn’t that nonsense? Is it even possible? Mama Has has lived here for so many years, how come he’s never seen it?

But, oddly enough, the young lady believed it.

"People here say that opening a beer factory in the desert is how you earn big money. I just have to see it."

Mama Has is all smiles on the surface, but thinking NMP inwardly; doesn’t a saying go in Huaxia, it’s not the wastrel rich kids you fear, it’s them starting businesses?

You haven’t seen a rich kid waste away their entire inheritance, but haven’t many lost their dear old dad trying to start a business? Could it be that Miss Zhou is pushing her luck again?

Regardless, Old Zhou was famously biased. Miss Zhou said she wanted to explore the desert, oops, choose a site to build a factory, so off they went, just like that, no big deal.

Mama Has: "Mainly it’s not safe, Masi is crowded and chaotic, with lots of small allied countries putting in military forces just to keep Masi under control, but go try your luck in the desert."

"Try your luck and you’ll die."

Miss Zhou, with her grandiose attitude, waved her hand: "Don’t worry, we’ll bring more bodyguards."

Mama Has prepared to use his trump card and said: "Costs over there are high, no subsidies—"

Miss Zhou raised her head: "Who do you look down on? Do I look like someone who needs a bit of subsidy money from you?"

Well, you just can’t win against her. The key is, Sister Zhou brought dozens of trucks of materials and raw materials, saying if things go well, they would start building the factory on the spot, that all counts as KPI, after all.

Mama Has was doing everything he could to keep all that under his performance.

So here you have it, Mama Has immediately arranged for dozens of tanks to escort them, taking Old Zhou and the young lady to the desert for fun.

Such an amount of supplies is like turning on millions of volts of spotlight in the night sky, making the wolves around restless.

During the day, the gentlemen still sipping red wine in shirts instantly dressed in night camouflage and carried assault rifles, staying kilometers away from the convoy.

The desert is a bit far away, plus Miss Zhou stops at each location to have fun, put on makeup, take photos, drink tea, and snack on some treats and late-night snacks.

Mama Has this one has a continuous feeding frenzy of those foods extinct in the apocalypse, like cream cakes, mud taro balls milk tea, that roasted sausage hot dog with a smell that travels for miles—

Mama Has burped from all he ate, blissfully squinting his eyes, having eaten such tasty food, he felt he must protect Miss Zhou to the death!

For this, during one of the breaks, he guaranteed: "Don’t worry, with so many tanks protecting you this time, nothing will happen—"

Just as he said that, recalling previous incidents of bad luck, Mama Has instantly covered his mouth, looked all around, and then sighed a breath of relief; thankfully, nothing happened.

"However, this journey is pretty peaceful."

Not a single robber has come.

Of course, bandits wouldn’t show up here; what if they run away if they did? They probably set traps in the desert, waiting for her to walk right in.

However, she estimates, the robbers are still arguing over how to divide the loot, must have already come to blows.

No rush, the show is just about to start.

Jing Shu narrowed her eyes slightly, while photoshopping pictures and enjoying her afternoon tea; she was almost done with her pre-apocalypse resupply of durian and mango crepes.

It seems it’s time to make a new batch by hand, just happens that Magic Cube Space’s durian has ripened; she should make a batch this time, or else making one requires so much work beating cream, steaming crepes, baking chiffon cakes.

Watching the string of photos finally post on her social media, Jing Shu smiled even more happily.

Was her trip to the Middle East going to be for nothing?

Of course, she’d have to leave some traces.

She went through all this trouble to wear such a pretty dress, all dolled up, of course, she’d take photos to commemorate.

For someone who doesn’t often post, one post from Jing Shu is such a beautiful international shot, enhanced by her superb photoshop skills.

Suddenly, an incredibly attractive set of exotic desert beauty photos appeared.

And her social media kept getting notifications of likes.

Mr. Jing: "My daughter is just beautiful, look at how she looks like a celestial being in such a lovely outfit."

Grandma Jing: "Miss Jing looks good, but this scenery’s not that nice, how come it looks as rundown as Syria?" (typed with the help of Wu You’ai)

Su Malie: "Jing Shu is so pretty even abroad, remember to bring me a present when you return. I have nothing else to give you but wish you have a safe journey, may all your wishes come true, and may you get everything you wish for!"

Seeing this, Jing Shu exclaimed that her good luck goddess had left a comment, and immediately replied: "I’ll take your kind words!"

Shortly after, her social media had hundreds of likes, with some even sharing her photos in a class group chat.

"Can’t believe, is this really Jing Shu? Absolutely stunning."

"Jing Shu wasn’t like this before, and taking such beautiful photos in the apocalypse, incredible!"

"By the way, Su Malie says Jing Shu took these abroad, what do you think?"

"No way, right? The international borders are all closed, can Jing Shu still travel abroad? Although, this place does look weird, it’s so cold back home, everyone’s wearing winter coats, and look at her, it’s hot!"

"Don’t forget Jing Shu’s status, how hard is it for her to travel abroad? No wonder she wasn’t seen at the South Sea days ago."

"By the way, the air’s really bad lately, everyone should stock up on some masks. I’ve been coughing a lot from breathing it in; experts say the pollution is serious now."

Soon, the group chat’s messages digressed.

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Jing Shu then turned off the international data; she had just been using satellite data through a lavish phone from Huawei, usually, she’s in a networkless state.

The group set out again.

The temperature in the desert was clearly much higher, as they reached the edge of the desert, Mama Has came over eagerly: "Mr. Zhou, this is about it, if we go further, we’ll have a hard time coming back out."

Miss Zhou, however, said: "We haven’t found the fish in the desert yet, keep going, what’s there to be afraid of? We brought enough supplies, so even if we get stuck inside, it’s no big deal."

Alright then, let’s keep going.

Mama Has had this constant illusion that everything was going so smoothly today.