Chapter 1152: At the Jumeido Restaurant (2nd Update, Please Give Me Monthly Votes)

Chapter 1153 In Jumeiduo Restaurant (Two updates, please give me monthly tickets)

"What the hell,"

The front desk mopped the floor while rolling his eyes, "Every two or three days there is a new couple here, pushing their children with a shopping cart. Who knows what their name is Miskas or something like that? Maybe it's exactly that name." A person made up by Vico's master himself.

"The man in the city center wrote two articles that moved him, publicized the chaos on the edge of the city on the news, and then pretended to hold a charity ball in a high-end hotel where everyone was full of wine and meat.

"It's so normal for those gentlemen and ladies dressed in silks and furs to feast at the ball, party all night long, and finally shed a few tears and pocket the money raised from online donations."

The receptionist spat, "These gentlemen's charity balls do everything but save people, oh,"

She paused for a moment, "It's not like we were completely helpless. The steaks, shrimps and crabs they couldn't finish were fished out of the buckets, packed into packaged meat, and sold to poor people like us, so that those who were about to starve to death would not be completely relieved. Starving to death, why doesn’t it count as saving people?”

"The steaks, shrimps and crabs fished out of the bucket are also steaks, shrimps and crabs. The packaged meat made from them is high-end even if it tastes rancid. Can you afford it?"

The gray-haired young man continued smoothly.

"Fuck you,"

The woman at the front desk rolled her eyes, "So I said, just read the articles of those masters. The tears they squeezed out are like aqua regia, used to melt gold and put it in their pockets.

"Why, do you really believe that Vico really wants to change this city?

"If he can prevent me from losing my job, I'll be thankful to God. I don't even ask him to let the company give me the entire sweeping robot."

"Maybe,"

The gray-haired young man was silent for a moment and whispered, "Maybe."

"Stop dreaming,"

The receptionist moved his body and began to mop the nearby floor. "If he could really get on, he would have got on already. After so many years, maybe something happened to him?"

Hearing these words, the gray-haired young man fell silent.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the ice and snow outside the window. A truck was parked on the road outside the window.

"It may not take just one or two people to change a city,"

He sighed and asked in a low voice, "Then have you ever seen that 'Mies'?"

"What, are you going to go to heaven if you find this person? Why are you still asking about him?"

The receptionist straightened up the mop, looked at the gray-haired young man, and rolled her eyes, but her movements stopped and she seemed to be thinking, "I seem to have heard of this name?"

The gray-haired young man's eyes lit up and he looked at the front desk, "Where is it? Is it nearby?"

"Why, do you think I went to other places?"

The receptionist paused and said, "There seems to be a couple with two children."

She looked at the gray-haired young man, "But I haven't seen him for a long time. Maybe he died a long time ago."

The gray-haired young man was slightly startled.

"It's so normal to die for a person or a whole family. You can't survive the winter, you can't survive the summer. You eat the wrong things and you can't call an ambulance."

The receptionist lowered his head and stopped looking at the gray-haired young man. He turned his back and started dragging other areas, "Humans, if you can't live, you will die."

The gray-haired young man opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out.

He looked out the window at the truck.

Several people in white clothes were getting out of the truck and cleared away the ice and snow in a corner, revealing a huddled corpse wearing single clothes.

The corpse was not from last night. He had been here for several days.

Then the men in white lifted the body, threw it into the truck, and drove away.

"Okay,"

The receptionist put down the mop at some point and stood beside him.

“It’s useless for you to be sure that the person named ‘Mies’ is dead or alive. Even if you can be sure that Vico really wants to change something, what’s the use?

"Can that Vico be the mayor? He's just a bigger grasshopper."

She sighed, "If you ask me, unless the evil 'K' that is being uploaded on the Internet can really appear, this is impossible.

"But then again, that 'K' is just an urban legend, so what's the use of appearing? He can't really be a god, can he?"

Listening to the receptionist's words as if talking to himself, the gray-haired young man did not answer.

He just lowered his head and glanced towards the corner on the right side of the restaurant intentionally or unintentionally. Sitting in his position, he could see the situation in that corner completely.

There, a slightly slender figure wearing a black jacket was sitting by the window, quietly flipping through the books in his hands.

That figure had been there from the beginning, quietly flipping through the books. No matter how noisy and noisy outside, his movements were not affected.

The gray-haired young man lowered his head and glanced at the message interface on the bracelet.

"Damn it, K really showed up!?"

And at this moment, a exclamation called his thoughts back.

"ah?"

The gray-haired young man turned around and looked blankly at the front desk beside him who was looking at the bracelet and exclaimed.

"Great news, brother."

The receptionist just patted him on the shoulder and ran back to the front desk in the restaurant happily. After tinkering for a while, he lit up the turned off TV in the restaurant.

The TV screen at this moment was showing the Mayor's Mansion which had been blown open for unknown reasons.

A thin figure is standing in front of the mayor's palace, located in the center of the picture. A group of soldiers stand behind him, supporting the solemn picture.

He raised his head and looked at the camera, "I am Food Minister Vico. I regret to tell you that the current mayor Lockett was assassinated by the Chaos Church last night and left us forever."

The gray-haired young man could no longer hear the rest of the words clearly. He could only feel that the entire restaurant fell into some kind of strange noise after a brief silence.

"What did he say?"

"Lockett is dead?"

"That old guy Lockett isn't dead yet?"

"He's dead. He died last night."

"What a good death!"

"Are you an opponent of Lockett?"

"No, my brother is his opponent."

"What's wrong with him now?"

"He died because the organization opposed Lockett and lost his source of income. He was later beaten to death on the street by gang members."

"It's so tragic, so you are his supporter?"

"No, my uncle was his supporter."

"So how is he now?"

"Dead. Because he supported Lockett's policy of reducing taxes and manpower for the consortium, he was fired by the consortium without any compensation. He was kicked out of the consortium's apartment. He froze to death on the roadside last winter, and his body was The scavenger took it and burned it."

"What a tragedy. So were you originally supporting Lockett or against Lockett?"

"I am neither for him nor against him, I just want him dead."

"Great, we are on the same page."

"New news, Lockett also died on the street and was found by the scavenger. The scavenger did not dare to burn him and carried him back to the mayor's palace."

"Do you think this is good news or bad news?"

"I can't tell. I just feel that the world is so wonderful and I want to open a bottle of wine to celebrate."

"I still have some money, we can buy a bottle of wine to celebrate."

“Does anyone know who the new mayor is?”

"It's always someone from the cabinet or the consortium."

"It seems to be this kid on TV."

"Who is he? Lockett's loser?"

"The Internet says that he has a bad relationship with Lockett and is an opponent of Lockett."

"Opposition, opposition, I know this, hey, Lockett was also an opposition before."

"This kid looks familiar. Has he been to our place before?"

"Don't tell me, it looks familiar."

"Then can he give us a full meal? Fresh food is fine, I want to eat something that won't go bad."

The whole restaurant fell silent for a moment.

At this moment, the figure on the TV just finished his speech about the former mayor. He raised his head, his eyes seemed to pass through the screen, and he saw everyone watching the screen.

“Next, it should be my inauguration speech. My colleagues in the Mayor’s Secretariat have prepared a very good manuscript for me to explain my governance goals. It is beautifully written and well-worded.

“This speech allows me, who have no speaking talent, to say some touching words.

"But one of my seniors told me that a truly effective speech does not lie in the gorgeousness of the writing, but in the way you speak about your heart.

“When you are in sync with what the people in the audience are thinking, no matter how simple or ordinary your language is, people standing in the audience will listen to you carefully.

"In that case, I will take this opportunity to chat with you."

He paused and continued,

“I believe many people, especially those in chaotic neighborhoods, have met me and we have bought packaged meat together.

"In the past few years as Minister of Food, I have eaten all the packaged meat in our city. To be honest, the ones in the north are indeed more delicious than those in the south, and the ones in the city center are indeed less rancid than those on the outskirts of the city. Some.

“But we all know no one likes eating packaged meat.

“We eat this just because we want to live, even if we are sick or in pain, we still want to live.

“So, my goal in governing is also very simple, that is, ‘stay alive’.

“As long as I am alive, I will do my best to prevent anyone from freezing to death or starving to death in Minter City.

“I know that this goal is difficult, but I will work hard to achieve it and believe that it will definitely be achieved.

"Thanks."

There were no unnecessary words in the entire 'speech', and with the end of the last sentence, the picture on the entire TV screen also stopped.

"Is he kidding?"

someone in the crowd asked.

"It doesn't look like it."

"As a politician, it's possible to pretend to be like him, but he can't really eat packaged meat."

"I seem to have met him and eaten with him."

The crowd fell silent again.

No one cheered or objected. People just watched quietly and talked in low voices.

——

In an abandoned building, a haggard mother wrapped her two sleeping children in a shopping cart tightly with a quilt.

"Is that Mr. Vico?"

She turned her eyes and looked at the picture in the bracelet in her husband's hand.

"It seems so,"

The husband watched the picture quietly, "He is even thinner."

——

Street 53, Jumei Restaurants

The woman wearing a simple trousers jacket opened the door of the restaurant, walked to the corner of the restaurant, sat opposite the man in the black jacket who had been reading quietly in the corner, and said with a smile,

"Mr. Sauter, nice to meet you. My name is Shia. You should already know that I come from the wilderness."

As she spoke, the man in the black jacket slowly closed the book in his hand, revealing the cursive words on the cover,

"At Jumeido Restaurant".

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