Li Wenyuan's information was entered, and the screen immediately displayed: No such person found.

Disappointment flashed in Bai Shuang's eyes, but Bai Jiu comforted her, "Uncle Li just didn't enter the base. Maybe he's doing well somewhere else. He's so shrewd."

"That's true."

As I came out of the service hall, the boy was still waiting at the door.

Bai Shuang asked, "Do you know about the accommodations here?"

\"Know."

The boy walked along, explaining the accommodations available.

To stay at the Longcheng base, you need to have the means to do so. If you have nothing, you can't even get into the base. People who earn their living through physical labor can only stay in a dormitory.

Wherever they go, official bases prioritize protecting capable individuals; this principle remains unchanged.

There are two types of temporary accommodation here. One is more upscale, focusing on comfort and enjoyment, and is called a hotel.

Another type is called a guesthouse, where the accommodations are generally basic.

The guesthouse was divided into two types of dormitories. The first type was a standard room that cost little but was extremely basic, while the second type was a very cheap shared bunk bed with a communal bathroom.

It was around 3 p.m. when the group passed by a restaurant called "Zhenxiufang" which seemed to be doing quite well.

Bai Jiu looked at the restaurant curiously, and the boy introduced it to them.

"This is a high-end restaurant. I've heard the food is delicious, but it's also very expensive. Only wealthy people can afford to eat here."

Seeing Bai Jiu's curiosity, Bai Shuang knew that his gluttonous nature had kicked in again. The group had been busy for a while and were also hungry.

"Want to eat? Let's go in and have a taste of this upscale restaurant in the apocalypse."

"But, but..."

"No buts, just spend what needs to be spent, as long as it's not wasteful."

You work so hard to stock up on goods so you can live well. If you have mountains of gold and silver but still end up hurting yourself, wouldn't you become like Scrooge?

As the group entered the restaurant, a wave of heat hit them, and a waiter warmly greeted them, "Welcome, please come in."

The guests inside were well-dressed, a stark contrast to most people outside.

There was heating, and the temperature was around 10 degrees Celsius. After going inside, wearing thick clothes made us feel uncomfortable. Several of us took off our thick coats and wore cashmere sweaters with thermal underwear underneath, which was just right.

The tables and chairs inside the restaurant are exquisite and neat. After sitting down, the waiters in uniform hand you the menu.

Due to the extreme cold, the main dish is copper hot pot, with each pot costing 50 points and containing roasted pork, meatballs, vermicelli, and cabbage.

A plate of sliced ​​meat costs 30 points. The cabbage is probably grown in a greenhouse and is no cheaper than the meat. There are also fresh fish slices, which should be frozen.

There are also Xishan ramen, boxed lunches, etc., a bowl costs 30 points...

These were everyday meals before the disaster, but in this apocalypse, they are a delicacy.

The three of them were eating hot pot, the steam rising and filling the air with a warm, homey atmosphere.

Bai Shuang gave the snow leopard dog food and goat milk, warning it to behave itself since there were many people around.

I ordered another boxed meal, which was rice with a little bit of dehydrated vegetables. I asked Bai Jiu to deliver it to the boy who was waiting at the door to show me the way. He had been showing me the way for quite a while, and I haven't paid him yet.

It wasn't that Bai Shuang didn't want to invite him in for dinner, but rather that his shabby clothes would attract strange looks from others, while everyone who came in here had sufficient points.

"You eat first, we'll be out later."

The boy took the lunchbox and wolfed it down; he hadn't tasted such delicious food since the natural disaster.

The hot pot and various side dishes were served quickly. The taste was okay, but it wasn't as plentiful as the hot pot that Bai Shuang and her family made themselves.

This was the first time since the apocalypse that Bai Shuang and her two companions had bought food outside.

As the three were eating, someone at the next table called out to Bai Shuang, "You look familiar. Aren't you surnamed Bai?"

Bai Shuang and the others turned to look at him; he was a middle-aged man, whom they did not recognize.

The man seemed to sense Bai Shuang and the others' confusion. "We received treatment at the Bai family hospital before the disaster."

Bai Shuang nodded. "Nice to meet you."

Before the disaster, Baijia Hospital received many patients from all over the country, and it was common to encounter one from time to time.

Bai Shuang and the others continued eating, and the middle-aged man brought out a wine glass and clinked glasses with them.

Bai Shuang did not refuse. He had been a patient at her own hospital, so it was normal to chat with him after meeting him.

After returning to the next table, the man told his friend about Bai Shuang's identity, that his friend's grandmother was ill, and asked if he wanted her to treat her.

My friend, with a beautiful woman on one arm and a wine glass in the other, was clearly a brainless rich kid. He arrogantly said, "Go tell her that if she can cure my grandma's high blood pressure, she'll give her 10,000 points; if she can't, she won't get a single point."

He refused to believe that anyone could resist the allure of 10,000 points.

The woman in his arms also looked smugly at the middle-aged man, her gaze sweeping contemptuously over Bai Shuang and the others.

Although they were eating, Bai Shuang, with her sharp ears and eyes, could hear everything they had just said.

Then the middle-aged man walked over to Bai Shuang. Before he could speak, Bai Jiu said, "Don't say anything. My young lady won't go. We don't lack anything. Why put up with this nonsense?"

That person...

They were talking at the next table, and they weren't speaking loudly. How could they have heard them in such a noisy restaurant?

"I'm sorry, Young Master Zuo has always been impulsive. However..."

Bai Jiu: "Shut up if you don't want to argue."

The man had no choice but to leave with a long face.

Young Master Zuo is truly more trouble than he's worth. He originally intended to facilitate this good thing and gain favors from both sides, but now he's ruined it all.

I don't know what sins Grandma Zuo committed to give birth to such a grandson? She has completely blocked the opportunity to treat his illness.

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