The elevator doors closed for Gu Mingyue, and the waiter maintained his polite smile, thoughtfully serving her multigrain pancakes and three large plates of stir-fried vegetables.
It cost nothing, but it was an extremely lavish meal for others.
Gu Mingyue didn't eat.
Upon entering the suite, I took out three Northeastern-style boxed lunches with meat and vegetables from the space and started eating.
Looking around, she saw that although it was called a VIP room, it was nothing compared to her residence at the Bright Moon Base. It was just an ordinary room with a living room, kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom.
It is far from being a presidential suite.
Xinghe scanned the room and found no surveillance cameras.
Gu Mingyue entered the space, moved into a Chinese-style villa on Peach Blossom Mountain, and had a wonderful sleep.
Zhang Yi and the others were filled with regret. The dozen or so of them could only squeeze onto the cold, tiled floor of the small hotel.
The five people sleeping soundly in the bed were members of the Hope Base; they did not give up their beds to show consideration for the vulnerable.
"Fifty crystal cores aren't cheap. Letting you reserve a room is already a kindness from Sister Xu," Li Hao and the others said.
Without comparison, there is no sense of disparity, even though I only stayed at the Bright Moon Base for two days.
But back then, each of them had their own room. Although they had to get up at six o'clock to exercise, they were given work and paid in advance to buy breakfast.
There are more than a dozen of them now, and they can't even stretch their legs out when they stand back to back. This standard room with fifty crystal cores is only fifteen square meters in size, and it's really not enough to accommodate more than a dozen of them.
Now they suddenly felt a chill in their hearts, wondering if leaving the Bright Moon Base was a mistake.
Hopefully, the base won't be any worse than this place.
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