Zhang Dong was more inclined to believe that Chen Yang was exaggerating.
But Chen Yang never mentioned anything about his inn from beginning to end; it was only Zhang Dong who kept showing off his assets.
In fact, if he hadn't happened to learn the true nature of the Microworld Inn, he would probably still be looking down on Chen Yang and proudly showing off his own assets.
Could Chen Yang's Micro World Inn be just a place with the same name?
Zhang Dong couldn't help but think this.
But he immediately realized that he was just comforting himself. Although HZ is a large city, there aren't many guesthouses; most are hotels.
Furthermore, the chances of having the same name as Weijie are slim. There are probably only two or three Weijie Inns in the whole country, let alone just one in Hangzhou.
"They just think grabbing red envelopes is fun, that's how rich people are. I must have looked like an ugly person in his eyes just now."
Zhang Dong felt bitter inside, and his face burned.
"Could it be Mo Xi?" he wondered.
Having lived in Shanghai for so many years, he had met Mo Xi several times.
He knew some of what happened back then. Mo Xi left Chen Yang to inherit the overseas company, and Chen Yang lost the most important match because of this blow.
Mo Xi has already reached a level that Zhang Dong looks up to. If Mo Xi is helping Chen Yang, then the existence of the Micro Realm Inn is understandable.
However…………
How could two such outstanding and proud people accept each other's pity?
Back when he admired Chen Yang, he was very disgusted by Mo Xi's behavior and thought that Mo Xi would definitely regret it.
Frankly, if Chen Yang hadn't experienced that setback, he would never have thought Chen Yang had become just another ordinary person, nor would he have flaunted his achievements in front of him.
"In the end, am I still inferior to him, and by a huge margin?"
Like a defeated warrior, Zhang Dong slumped down at the tea table. Looking at the Da Hong Pao tea in front of him, he recalled that at the dinner table, Old Dong had mentioned that the Micro Realm Inn had genuine thousand-year-old Pu'er tea, tea leaves as precious as the original Da Hong Pao tree. He couldn't even match that.
After Chen Yang and Li Su'er left, they had no idea that Zhang Dong had just experienced a major blow in his life.
They just thought it was funny and didn't take it to heart.
When I got home, it was almost time to leave.
Some World Citizens will enter the Micro World later to spend more time with their families, but Chen Yang and his family are World Citizens, so they don't have this worry.
Once inside the micro-world, everyone got busy; the New Year's Eve in the micro-world was truly lively.
They built a campfire platform with a diameter of two meters and a height of more than one meter, and placed food around it.
There were quite a few people in the community, especially since Chen Yang stipulated that there would be a quota after the New Year, so there were a few more people in front of them, all of whom were relatives and friends of everyone.
With so much food, it really takes from morning till night to prepare.
Led by Sun Bo, the "chefs" started getting busy, slaughtering chickens, sheep, and cattle, picking and washing vegetables, and preparing some dishes that needed to be cooked for a long time before noon, while some pickled dishes were prepared several days in advance.
Sun Bo has very high standards for his cooking skills. In the entire micro-world, the only people who can barely assist him are Wang Bing, Li Su'er, and Ye Wu's cousin who is learning to cook and was introduced by Ye Wu's mother.
Others could only help kill livestock and poultry and pull vegetables; they couldn't help with washing, chopping, or cutting meat.
Since the most important activity during the Spring Festival is undoubtedly the New Year's Eve dinner, everyone is making preparations for it.
There was another task that was only barely completed today.
Those are new clothes!
How can you celebrate the Chinese New Year without new clothes?
Although they were wearing genuine leather jackets, which are rare to see in real life, down jackets are actually more comfortable.
Li Sen brought several real-world clothing items into the micro-world, and he had been preparing for this for a long time.
They didn't waste any of the feathers from their domesticated ducks and geese. Over the course of the year, they accumulated a considerable amount of down, including some extremely precious goose down.
They also carefully groom animal fur, rather than simply cutting it into fur.
Furthermore, the two sheep they received as a reward for completing the mission, along with their offspring, provided a considerable amount of wool. Combined with the nettles they cultivated, they wove clothes throughout the winter, finally managing to make an overcoat for everyone.
Each coat is different. For example, Chen Yang's coat has tiger skin stitched on the cuffs and bottom, and a tiger skin stripe runs diagonally down from his left shoulder, which looks very imposing. The effect of this real tiger skin is very different from that of imitation tiger skin; the texture is just different.
Furthermore, Chen Yang, as the realm lord, also has some privileges; the stuffing inside his coat is goose down.
There was very little goose down, so Chen Yang was only wearing a thin jacket, which was his own request. A thicker jacket would only affect his movements, and he wasn't afraid of the cold anymore, so a thin one was fine.
Everyone was happy to receive new clothes. This made Chen Yang think that Li Sen could start a clothing workshop, which was Li Sen's job anyway.
Now that there's a cloud-style studio, Li Sen isn't paying much attention to camp planning anymore, which is a good opportunity to have him make clothes.
Each person received an overcoat, which essentially depleted the camp's entire stock of wool, down, nettles, and other resources. However, there were still some furs left over; they accumulated quite a bit by keeping the furs from each livestock slaughter.
As dusk fell in the micro-realm, everyone turned off the camplights, lit a campfire, and surrounded it with wooden tables covered with paper tablecloths. Each table was laden with exquisite and delicious dishes, and glasses held red wine. Two beeswax candles were also luxuriously placed on each table.
The drinks are served in glass jars, and you can help yourself. They are all natural fruit juices, made from freshly squeezed fruit specially transported from the Xijie River, and some are mixed with jam.
The beauty of the wild and the beauty of the modern blend together without any conflict. Glasses under the campfire gleam with a mesmerizing light, and exquisite dishes on ceramics gleam with an enticing sheen.
This isn't a company annual meeting, nor a family dinner. There's no need for empty toasts, no discussion about buying a car or house this year, and no comparison of whose children are more successful.
From the moment they entered this world, everyone was freed from the constraints of the real world, entering naked and carefree.
Joyful laughter echoed through the camp, and the firelight and sounds kept some animals away from the cluster, not daring to disturb them.
Meanwhile, the distant Cang'er Snow Mountain still stood quietly under the moonlight, its majestic outline faintly visible, its snow-capped peaks gleaming silver in the moonlight.
It was a bright and clear night, and it seemed that Microworld wanted to add some color to the banquet.
The animals at the camp all have designated dining areas.
Cats, dogs, bears, tigers, and leopards were actually eating and playing together. It's a pity for the apes far away in the snowy region; it's unclear whether they're spending New Year's Eve with their tribe or sleeping indoors.
The feast slowly came to an end from dusk till late at night.
That night, the people of the world unanimously chose to celebrate the New Year in the micro-world, and no one chose to count down to the New Year in the real world.
Most of the residents have brought their families into the micro-world, so celebrating the New Year in the micro-world feels even more festive.
Last year, when we celebrated the Lunar New Year on WeChat, it was just a few people and we spent it casually; there was absolutely no festive atmosphere. Everyone just celebrated their own separate days.
The micro-world is getting better and better, with more and more people joining, and it's starting to look more like a paradise.
These two chapters are a bit longer than usual. I'll make up for the missed updates as soon as possible, since I'm not a full-time author and I'd starve if I didn't work. Please understand.
(End of this chapter)
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