Burn Your House (1)

Today, it ended before lunchtime even arrived. Although the First Prince's move was brilliant, it made the event rather dull.

Another hour passed, and the Red Team still hadn't found Ye Lang. It was as if Ye Lang had vanished from the Aila City.

At this moment, the First Prince thought, if Ye Lang played hide-and-seek with him, wouldn't it take until eight o'clock in the evening...

"Who knows who this 5050 is?" The First Prince frowned and said with some disgust.

"I know that. He's Miss Debbie's friend, and seems to be familiar with the Third Princess and the others as well. His 5050 number also corresponds to Miss Debbie's." Some people seem to have paid attention to Debbie and the others. They know that Ye Lang has some connection with Debbie and the others, but they don't know who Ye Lang is.

"Alright, let's go find Miss Debbie and stay with her! Let everyone else rest. We shouldn't bother with a little mouse; it's not worth it!" the First Prince ordered, having already categorized Ye Lang as one of the little mice.

Meanwhile, the First Prince decided to wait patiently for Ye Lang to appear on his own, so that he could capture him then.

Even if Ye Lang doesn't show up, that doesn't matter. That would mean they've already won!

"Oh, he's playing hide-and-seek with you? He's hiding and hasn't shown himself?" Debbie asked in surprise after hearing the First Prince's words.

That bastard! He said he'd come and steal from me, but now he's hiding and won't show up. He's so unreliable!

"Yes! Now we only need him, otherwise we could end this event! Miss Debbie, could you tell me about him? That way we can more easily catch him!" The First Prince said calmly. At this moment, he was resting, with a pot of tea brewing on the table, which he was slowly drinking.

"I don't know much about him either. I only know that his name is Ye Lang, he's a master swordsman, and he's a family friend of ours. Although we're family friends, he's very poor. Maybe he went to eat but didn't have any money and got detained," Debbie said. She tried hard to recall, but realized that she really knew very little about Ye Lang.

"A master swordsman? No matter what kind of person he is, just for that reason alone, I want to meet him." The First Prince smiled and said calmly. At this moment, he was not in a hurry to find Ye Lang, but instead took the opportunity to steal a half-day of leisure from his busy schedule.

For the First Prince, the outcome was already decided, so why should he be in a hurry? Staying here to drink tea and chat was so pleasant.

The First Prince probably never imagined that Debbie's prediction about Ye Lang's current situation was actually correct.

Let's go back to a certain time in the past...

"No way, I only ate a bowl of beef noodles and a few side dishes, and you charged me a gold coin? Is your beef noodles made of gold, or was the dish given to me by a goddess?" Ye Lang found a shop near the event site, ate some food, and prepared to save some strength to save people.

As a result, after Ye Lang finished eating, he found that the bill was not right. In the past, he would not have bothered with it and would have just thrown out a gold coin and left.

But Ye Lang was pretending to be a commoner, and he only had two or three Silver Coins on him, so he couldn't use the ones in his Space Ring. Therefore, he could only argue with the shopkeeper.

Ye Lang ate very ordinary food, which would cost at most one Silver Coins according to market prices, but for the level of this shop, it would only cost half Silver Coins.

Now, this boss is actually asking Ye Lang for a single gold coin! This is absolutely outrageous!

"Excuse me, sir, it seems you didn't see our sign clearly. Please take a closer look!" the owner said with a smile.

Ye Lang walked out of the shop and looked up at the signboard, where he saw three large golden characters—

One-Gold Noodles!

"What? One-Gold Noodles? Don't tell me you mean one gold coin for a bowl of noodles?" Ye Lang said, looking at the shopkeeper.

"That's right, that's exactly what I mean. Those side dishes were complimentary, we didn't charge you for them. We'll only charge you for a bowl of noodles! Thank you, please pay one gold coin!" the owner said with a smile.

"Damn it! Why don't you just rob me? You're just ripping people off!!" Ye Lang was a little angry.

"Sir, please don't be angry. We're not ripping people off; it's a fair price! Also, this ' One-Gold Noodles wasn't written by us. Take a closer look at the signature on it." As the shopkeeper spoke, he pointed to the signboard, his expression becoming somewhat proud.

It seems this signboard has some history, and it must make him proud.

"The signature... Bond? 007?" Ye Lang saw the signature, which only had "Bond" written on it, and nothing else. His knowledge of the name Bond was limited to 007.

"What 007? That's the name of our current emperor. This signboard was bestowed by the emperor. Everyone who comes here knows our signboard and knows that we require a gold coin to enter," the shopkeeper said proudly.

So, I don't know when it happened, but Emperor Aila once ate noodles here. At that time, the noodles at this shop were exceptionally good, and Emperor Aila praised them highly.

At that time, Emperor Aila said that this noodle was worth a thousand pieces of gold, but that seemed too exaggerated, so in the end it was decided that a bowl of noodles was worth one piece of gold.

So, on a whim, Emperor Aila wrote three large characters, which she originally intended to encourage the shop owner. However, the owner turned these three characters into a signboard and started selling noodles for one gold coin each.

Believe it or not, at first, this noodle shop did very well. Even if it cost a gold coin, many nobles still came to eat, mainly because they wanted to experience what it was like to be Emperor Aila.

This gave the boss a taste of success. Later, he discovered that even if the noodles were made poorly, people would still praise them. So, he started to slack off and stopped paying attention to detail.

Gradually, the noodles in this shop lost their quality and became no different from those in ordinary noodle shops. However, thanks to the imperial brand, the owner still did quite well.

"Damn it! Why would an emperor like this bother putting up signs? It just gives you unscrupulous merchants a get-out-of-jail-free card, allowing your big businesses to bully their customers!" Ye Lang said bluntly.

"... Boy, how dare you speak ill of our Emperor? You're really courting death!!" The shopkeeper's expression changed slightly. The Emperor was his benefactor, so naturally he had to do his best to protect him.

"I'm not afraid of dying, here are three Silver Coins, take them or not!" Ye Lang gritted his teeth and started acting like a thug. Anyway, with this kind of person, acting like a thug is the same.