Come on, Give Us a Rap

With a smile on his face and a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, Liu Chang'an was just the right amount of enthusiastic, making his customers feel comfortable and at ease. These were the basic qualities of doing business, and he sold his noodles with great care.

Unfortunately, neither the Third Mistress nor Zhu Juntang nor Zhong Qing showed up. The three giants of the noodle-eating scene at Baolong Center were all absent today.

Liu Chang'an certainly wouldn't send a message to ask why they didn't come to eat noodles today. He wasn't an impatient person. Although he was very interested in Mrs. Karnstein, even if they didn't come into contact with her for a hundred years, it wouldn't feel like too long to him.

If Mrs. Karnstein were already dead a hundred years from now, then there would be nothing to be curious about. Not even living a thousand years would be too commonplace. Liu Chang'an thought of a tortoise he once kept, named "Lychee King." Why "Lychee King"? Because Liu Chang'an believed it was extremely strong and herbivorous, hence the name.

Liu Chang'an believed that the "Lychee King" was still a child when it died at less than three hundred years old. From then on, Liu Chang'an no longer believed in the myth of tortoises living for thousands of years. He also preferred to raise plants and animals that were not easy to kill. He once discovered something called "Antarctica sponge" on the seabed of Antarctica. He went to see it after wandering around Antarctica for a hundred years. When he went back a thousand years later, he found that those things were still innocent, lively, healthy and happy.

However, Antarctica sponges are not suitable for migration and cultivation. Moreover, they did not show any signs of affection for Liu Chang'an after a long separation. After visiting them a few times, Liu Chang'an lost interest.

Another long-lived animal is the round clam. Liu Chang'an even found some round clams that were over 600 years old. After eating them, he found that the taste was just so-so, nothing special.

Actually, sea cucumbers and abalone, regardless of their age or grade, taste pretty much the same and have similar nutritional value. If you're saying that the highest grade is more nutritious, you can just eat more of the lower grade ones. Ultimately, all the same species, different grades, grow happily together, and their genes are the same.

As for the taste, sea cucumbers and abalone don't really have much flavor to begin with; they rely on cooking and seasonings. In the art of "eating," they are inherently expensive but considered lowly ingredients.

Liu Chang'an was selling his Hong Soup Spicy Rooster noodles for ten yuan a bowl, thinking about sea cucumbers and abalone, wondering if he could go down into the sea and catch something next time he went to the beach. It was a pity that Zhou Dongdong couldn't dive. If he took her to the seabed, she might grab onto the coral reefs and nibble on them, since many coral reefs looked delicious.

As Liu Chang'an was thinking about these random things, he suddenly heard Zhou Shuling scream. He quickly turned around and saw a tall, strong, bald black Han Dynasty overturn the steamer in front of Zhou Shuling.

The steaming hot bun flew up and hit Zhou Shuling's arm, burning her so badly that she jumped aside, both shocked and angry, "What are you doing!"

Liu Chang'an pulled Zhou Shuling behind him, took a step forward, and slapped her across the face.

An ordinary person hit by him won't die, but he'll definitely knock them to the ground, like a cleaver striking garlic on a chopping board.

The bald Han Dynasty a cold laugh, actually dodging Liu Chang'an's slap.

Liu Chang'an was somewhat surprised. Zhou Shuling pulled him, Liu Chang'an pulled her hand away and walked forward step by step, coldly staring at the bald Han Dynasty.

"Who are you? Are you crazy? Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you're a foreigner?" Zhou Shuling said angrily, touching her scalded arm.

"Is your hand alright?" Liu Chang'an asked.

"It's nothing." Zhou Shuling shook her head, feeling wronged. Making a living is not easy, and it's common for small business owners to encounter mean people who like to make things difficult, but it's rare to find someone who would come up and overturn your stall at the drop of a hat.

"Go to the pharmacy across the street and buy some burn ointment. Scars will look terrible if they remain," Liu Chang'an said, pointing to the pharmacy ahead.

Zhou Shuling was taken aback. Liu Chang'an's tone was somewhat commanding and not easily questioned, so Zhou Shuling had no choice but to run over.

"What are you doing!"

"What kind of person bullies a woman!"

"Call the police!"

"Do you think this is Nanyue?"

"Beat him up!"

The surrounding crowd was filled with righteous indignation, because many of them were regular customers and residents of the community, all of whom knew that Zhou Shuling was a single mother with a bouncy little girl.

The bald, burly Black Han Dynasty took a steamed bun, gave a cold smile, took a bite, tossed it aside, and then turned and ran.

"Watch the stall for a bit while Zhou Shuling gets back."

Liu Chang'an casually told an acquaintance, then took off after him.

The bald, Han Dynasty, wearing a pair of Nike and Off-White collaboration shoes, ran while glancing back at Liu Chang'an. He calmly executed a layup, then suddenly sped up and began sprinting.

Liu Chang'an looked around, then suddenly accelerated, but the bald, Han Dynasty suddenly jumped into an SUV with the door open.

Cars don't travel very fast in the city, but Liu Chang'an was running at a frightening speed. The car slowed down, seemingly unwilling to let Liu Chang'an catch up, yet also unwilling to shake Liu Chang'an off.

Liu Chang'an sneered, and his speed actually slowed down, following the car at a leisurely pace.

We drove from Taiping Street to Wuyi Road, then across the Juzhou Bridge, past Rongwan Town and Silver Basin Ridge, and gradually the area became quieter. The car then drove into a dilapidated factory.

This is the Junsha Zinc Factory, a place that holds memories for the older Junsha residents. It became known to the younger generation probably because a promotional video for the 2009 Super Boy competition was filmed here.

Liu Chang'an certainly knew this place; it was a popular spot for photographers to hire cosplayers for industrial punk and heavy industrial style photos.

The surrounding area is all slated for demolition, deserted and uninhabited. All the factory buildings have been neglected for years, with ivy climbing all over the buildings, its tendrils intertwined and entwined, seemingly sealing away history and stories, leaving them for future generations to uncover, where perhaps all they will find is dust.

The car stopped, and the bald, burly black Han Dynasty jumped out. A white man, even more muscular, got out of the driver's seat and stood on either side of the car before slowly walking toward Liu Chang'an.

Out of the corner of Liu Chang'an's eye, he noticed a drone perched on the roof of a factory building, with several cameras also hidden around it.

The other party is trying to lure him here. Who is watching him behind these cameras?

"Regardless of your motives, to me, you've simply overturned my neighbor's breakfast stall. You need to pay compensation and apologize," Liu Chang'an stated, reasoning logically based on the facts.

The Black man and the White man exchanged glances and couldn't help but laugh, even seeming ready to rap. Little did they expect that Liu Chang'an would not only be completely unsuspecting of such an obvious trap, but would instead start fussing over trivial matters.

There will be another update in a bit, around 2:30. I was originally going to update last night, but the cold medicine was very strong, and I fell asleep very late.