Xuanmiao Noodle Shop.
The newly opened noodle shop's business was quite good thanks to discounted membership cards.
After figuring out Wulan Star's popular tastes, Wei He quickly applied for a license here and opened a branch noodle shop.
Bang.
Florent set the large bowl in his hands down on the table and let out a satisfied breath.
"The flavor's pretty good. I hadn't even noticed a new noodle shop had opened here. I can come eat here more often from now on."
"You still haven't told me—what exactly happened?" Wei He sat opposite him, picking up cold dishes with his chopsticks.
People streamed in and out of the noodle shop, with many soldiers in uniform coming and going.
There were also people in medical uniforms, while those in ordinary clothes were instead quite rare.
On Wulan Star nowadays, more than ninety percent of the population were military personnel and medical staff.
A trace of helplessness appeared on Florent's face.
"My superiors want to transfer me away from Wulan Star."
"To the rear?" Wei He guessed.
"Yeah. I'd still be in charge of logistics coordination." Florent nodded. "But I don't want to go."
Wei He did not need to guess to know that Wulan Star had previously had a huge chunk blasted away by a strategic weapon, frightening the defense department badly.
After all, Florent's identity was special. If anything happened to him...
So this transfer was only natural.
"Why don't you want to go? If it were me, I'd definitely be the first to agree. Such a good chance to take shelter. Many people wouldn't even qualify to fight for it, and it was given to you—what was there to hesitate about?" Wei He said calmly.
"I just don't want to flee on the eve of battle." Florent said helplessly.