Munitions Empire

Chapter 387 Eating is the most important thing at 3:80_2

The bartender nodded slightly: "Yes."

"A beggar... even if interesting, is not worth reporting to me, is it?" Li'ao turned slightly and glanced at the bartender following behind him.

Without beating around the bush, the bartender straightforwardly relayed what he knew: "This beggar's surname is Nangong."

"Nangong Hong?" Li'ao narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, that's him," the bartender confirmed.

"Before I was convicted and deported, becoming a criminal, I knew the head of the Nangong family in Dahua... We had some connection," reflected Li'ao, recalling some incidents from his time in office.

"So... give him some money?" The bartender, hearing the word 'connection', thought for a moment and then tentatively asked for instructions.

Walking past the neatly organized honor guard, Li'ao said to his subordinate bartender: "Nangong Hong was known for his extraordinary intelligence at the age of five and had a reputation for his virtue by the age of seven... Although I have not returned for many years, I would think that given the Nangong family's upbringing, if he were seeking wealth, he would not come to Brunas, right?"

"He's here on a tourist visa... He sneaked in recently because of the upcoming exposition," the bartender said with a smile: "He only brought a little money and can't afford a hotel."

"...If he's here to seek refuge, arrange a place for him first, I will recommend him to meet with the master... With this, I consider the debt repaid," Li'ao pondered for a moment and then instructed the bartender.

The bartender bowed slightly: "...Your subordinate understands."

Up ahead, Tagg had already opened the car door for Tang Mo, who got into the vehicle followed by Yulin.

Tagg didn't care about the gossip concerning Yulin and Tang Mo's relationship, and after closing the car door for Yulin, he walked straight to his second car.

A whole line of Rolls Royce luxury models thus left the dock, attracting sidelong glances from passers-by; many well-informed people knew that only the highest-ranking officials of the Great Tang Group could possibly have such an extravagant entourage.

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"I can't take it anymore, I'm going to starve to death... I, Nangong Hong, a prodigy blessed by heaven, never imagined I would starve to death in such a prosperous place..." Nangong Hong, who hadn't eaten all day, sat forlornly on the curb of the stone-paved road, whining weakly.

Rubbing his little stomach, the Attendant Student also said weakly: "Master... please stop talking... I'm even hungrier."

Two days ago, the two of them spent the last few copper coins they had, managing to trade them with a kind-hearted person for a few loaves of bread.

But... even so, if they could have a few sour pieces of bread now, that would be a wonderful thing...

Just as the Attendant Student's mind was filled with fantasies about bread, without warning, a Rolls-Royce that was part of the motorcade came to a stop before them.

Two burly men got out of the car, and with a quick move, they hoisted the two up into the vehicle. Another man who came down from the passenger seat tossed the bamboo basket carrying books, which was on the Attendant Student's back, into the trunk.

The last to get into the car, one of the big men waved a security troops badge at some passersby, and everyone went about their business as if nothing had happened here.

"You... what in the world... what are you planning to do?" Nangong Hong, frightened by the situation, cautiously asked.

Could it be that begging on the streets of Brunas is illegal? Are these people going to arrest me to face charges? That couldn't be it, right? To use such a fine car?

Sitting in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, Nangong Hong felt the softness of the rear seats, and for a moment, his thoughts drifted.

"Shut up!" said one of the burly men sternly.

"Our master wants to meet you," the other burly man added briefly and then fell silent.

The Attendant Student swallowed hard. He had been snatched up and thrown into the car without seeing his bamboo book basket, and now he didn't dare to ask, his expression one of utter misery.

Luckily, the interior space of the Rolls-Royce was not small. Otherwise, with the two strong men sandwiching Nangong Hong and him, they probably wouldn't have been able to fit at all.

Thus, in an awkward squeeze, six people were crammed into the car, with the driver and the man from the passenger seat clearly feeling more fortunate as the back seat, including a child, squeezed four people in total...

"Who... who wants to see me?" Nangong Hong swallowed hard and asked with a shaken voice.

"The person you've always wanted to meet," the man from the passenger seat replied. He didn't know why his boss, the bartender, was interested in these two beggars. He figured that since the bartender wanted to see them, it wouldn't be wrong to create a good karma here, so he didn't hide anything.

"Can I... prepare myself first?" Nangong Hong looked at the man's obviously expensive clothes, then lowered his head to look at his own Beggars' Sect uniform, clutching his stomach as he spoke.

"No need," the man from the passenger seat frowned but still provided an answer.

"We, we haven't eaten yet!" This time, the Attendant Student mustered his courage and blurted out what he thought was the most important line.

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Today I've written an additional 1,000 words. It seems like my condition is improving, hehe.