309 The Bronze Ram of the Yang Consortium (1/2)
The middle-aged man who came to deliver the food greeted Ren Xiaosu and was about to leave after putting down the food. Luo Lan grumbled for a bit in the yard, \”Stop right there! As the elder brother of the Qing Consortium's CEO, shouldn't I get some respect too? Why didn't you all deliver any food to us?! I'm Qing Zhen's elder brother!\”
But the middle-aged man ignored him.
Luo Lan stopped yelling when he saw them leaving. Then he took a closer look at the food delivered by them. \”Wow, these are ingredients for hot pot. The beef slices are already marinated, the tripe is served on ice, and there's even a broth!\”
Ren Xiaosu and the others looked at each other. They had also eaten hot pot before, but they never really had any meat dishes in the past.
The refugees would always have their hot pot in a nine-sectioned pot. In this case, the nine grids were not used for separating the ingredients while cooking, but rather because everyone was poor. Therefore, those who gathered together to eat in one hot pot would get a grid each so that no one would be able to take advantage of the other.
But back then, the grids were not fixed and were actually only bamboo strips. Therefore, there would always be some who liked stealing other people's food through the bottom of the pot.
Even though there were plainclothes cops outside keeping watch, they were finally able to get some good rest now that they had arrived at this new place. Besides, they even got food delivered to them.
Just as Ren Xiaosu had said, the most important thing for them now was to wait for him to recover rather than cause any further trouble.
Several tables had been set up in the spacious yard that had three entrances. Up to 100 people could sleep in here. 30 people could easily live here.
When the broth in the hot pot started boiling, Luo Lan said as he started eating, \”Did Yang Xiaojin get you all into Stronghold 88? Why didn't you head to the Qing Consortium's territory to look for my brother instead?\”
\”Why should we go to the Qing Consortium?\” Ren Xiaosu glanced at him. \”Your Qing Consortium is in utter chaos at the moment. We might even get implicated if we head there.\”
\”It's better than coming here to the Yang Consortium at this time, especially since you're with the Saboteurs,\” Luo Lan said.
\”Why do you say that?\” Ren Xiaosu wondered.
\”Do you know that most of the Saboteurs have already left the Yang Consortium?\” Luo Lan said.
\”Yeah,\” Ren Xiaosu answered.
\”Now that the main faction is holding power, the Saboteurs are a marginalized group. Furthermore, the Saboteurs have always been isolated from the organization and became an independent force of its own, so that made the Yang Consortium's Board extremely upset. As such, they ended up parting ways with each other!\” Luo Lan said with a chuckle, \”I must say that I'm really impressed with the Saboteurs since the entire Yang Consortium could not even do anything about them. This is something that can only be done by a group of supernatural beings.\”
\”You're still praising them when the Saboteurs are trying to destroy your nuclear test site?\” Ren Xiaosu said.
\”Hehe, there's no contradiction at all.\” Luo Lan laughed and said, \”I'm just telling the truth. I don't have to belittle others to make myself look good. Besides, they won't be able to find our site. No one can find it!\”
\”Alright.\” Only now did Ren Xiaosu realize the Saboteurs were actually disliked within the Yang Consortium. \”By the way, how are you going to leave the Yang Consortium? They probably won't let you go anymore, right?\”
Luo Lan suddenly changed the subject. \”Hahaha, have some tripe. Y'know, there's a particular way to eat tripe. I'll teach you, after you dip it into the broth—\”
But Ren Xiaosu suddenly grabbed Luo Lan's wrist tightly. \”There's no need to teach me. You've already taught us using half a plate of tripe. We can handle it ourselves.\”
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