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Chapter 123 Spring Theme (15)

When everything returned to calm, Chen Lai realized the beauty of Shanghai.

do you know?

If you have free time, take a stroll along the Bund. It doesn't have to be on a Saturday or Sunday, or at night or in the early morning. You can see all sorts of scenery at any time you choose.

The internet celebrities taking photos next to those marble brick walls all have delicate faces, large breasts, and perfect figures. They include not only locals and people from other places, but also foreigners.

There are schools on the Bund, people skateboarding, cycling, and doing things like city walks. It's very trendy. You might think it's silly, but it's not boring.

Between the buildings, you can see the city's prosperity; as night falls, the food streets reveal the city's population density.

"It's time to go home."

Chen Lai was holding an empty can of cola. It was Pepsi, not Coca-Cola. Coca-Cola was swill and didn't even deserve to carry Pepsi's shoes.

"Don't you want to stay a few more days? Before Ryota Genya died, he told me to entertain the person who killed Nurarihyon, and then he would give you his house in Shanghai."

Standing beneath the newly built "Guangfa Bank," Qianqiu squinted as she spoke slowly.

"Is Genya still dead?"

"He's dead. Nurarihyon's limit was reached at the third stage. The main reason we were able to kill him was thanks to you and the boss."

"GG." Chen Lai accurately threw the can into the green recycling bin, uttering the last words of Genya Ryota from the previous dungeon.

Qianqiu didn't understand what he meant, but he didn't care. He waved his hand to refuse the woman who came over wanting to take a photo with Chen Lai and Qianqiu, and casually threw away the cigarette butt in his hand.

A policeman in a yellow vest nearby saw it, frowned, and Qianqiu quickly stepped forward to pick it up.

"Sigh, these cosplayers."

Seeing that Qianqiu knew her mistake and could correct it, Uncle Hat didn't immediately ask for "200," but his impression of cosplayers worsened a bit.

There's nothing we can do about it. It's really not Uncle Hat's fault. Chen Lai and Qian Qiu, who were leaning against the gravel wall, didn't look like people from any respectable profession. They were idle and aimless on weekdays... They were either rich kids or just doing it for fun.

Looking around, Chen Lai's attire was slightly more normal. He wore a black short-sleeved shirt with a jacket, a baseball cap, white sweatpants, and white sneakers. His muscles were bulging, so he was either a male prostitute or a cosplayer.

Qianqiu? That's pretty unconventional. He wears a Taoist priest hat, and his body is complete with a peach wood sword, a glutinous rice jar, and black dog blood. He doesn't look like a respectable person at all.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay a few more days? Someone as skilled as you would definitely be approved if you applied to come directly to Shanghai as a civil servant."

Qianqiu still wanted to persuade him to stay, because he genuinely believed that Chen Lai had potential. There were a total of seven local militia officers who came to provide support this time in "bullet cabins," and the remaining six were only barely capable, far inferior to Chen Lai, who was able to contribute even in the "final battlefield."

"I'm not staying. I've already bought my plane ticket; the company will reimburse me, right?"

"Reimburse me for that house in Yuan Valley..."

"How many tribunals died?" Chen Lai was about to walk towards the subway station when a question suddenly came to mind.

"More than two thousand people, and the data from various places is still being compiled."

“Sell the house, and use the money to pay off the fallen militia officers. It’s my way of showing my appreciation.”

Chen Lai waved his hand, put his hands in his coat pockets, and walked away unhurriedly. The white pigeons on the Bund struggled to take off, leaving a trail of white lines. The pigeons in Shanghai were all fat and plump, making it difficult for them to fly.

Qianqiu smiled, stopped trying to persuade him, and turned to walk towards the headquarters of Deep Sea Company.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he turned around and shouted at Chen Lai, "Chen Lai! It's a notebook that Yuan Gu was planning before he died. He collected a lot of information. I'll send it to you later. Go take a look!"

Chen Lai didn't turn around, but gave a YES sign to indicate that he understood.

Now, Qianqiu was truly relieved. Supporting the peachwood sword, she walked towards the company headquarters. After the 139 deep-sea collisions, there was still much to do. Chen Lai, on the other hand, was eager to go home. After all, there's no place like home. The scenery of Shanghai was indeed beautiful, but that was only from his outsider's perspective.

Those online celebrities, posing for photos with giggles, do they really want to laugh? Those exhausted office workers, rushing along the streets, if you look closely at their faces, can't you see the bitterness in them?
Therefore, big cities will always be attractive to newcomers, but those who actually live here just want to escape. Chen Lai understands this very well. Compared to being a civil servant in Shanghai, he prefers to settle down in his hometown.

Coming to Shanghai? It's not even convenient to find a bowl of hot dry noodles; the food here is too bland.

……

Before the plane took off, Chen Lai took out his phone, logged into the Deep Sea Forum, and started surfing.

[Do you like the spring-themed style of this update? (Hot)]

Hakimi North and South Green Beans (Limited) (Hot)

[Wow, who are these amazing people playing these niche and off-the-beaten-path dungeons? (Hot)]

"Fukuguro, what's the new spring theme?"

When Chen Lai saw the first post, he remembered that there seemed to be such a thing. It was updated irregularly every quarter, and before Penguin Island, it seemed to be a cyberpunk-style game lobby.

"In the animal world, Penguin Island is now teeming with life. Snow has turned into green grass, icebergs into sacred trees, and players can even change their game avatars, no longer just penguins."

Fuheshen explained it to Chen Lai, who found the version update mechanism quite interesting. Although the name Penguin Island remained unchanged, its appearance actually changed with the seasons.

"Finally, I don't have to use the penguin image anymore. Seriously, seeing a penguin every day only reminds me of QQ coins, and then I think of horses. It's killing me."

Chen Lai nodded slightly, skipped the first post, and then turned his attention to the second post.

Has Hakimi's divine music already invaded this world?

The author must have hired a master craftsman to post something like this.

Chen Lai forced a smile, but when he saw the "(limited)" at the end, he knew that this post was aimed at professional money-grubbers... that is, the tribunals protecting the people.

This is usually a serious matter, but players always find a way to make it look weird.

Without a doubt, Chen Lai wanted to click in and take a look.

Upon clicking, the post by the author, "Doge of Venice," appears before your eyes.

[The Doge of Venice: Donating money to the tribunes who died in this battle; though he is dead, Jimmy's spirit lives on]

The accompanying image is of an elderly person weeping, along with a screenshot of QQ coins transferred to the Deep Sea Relief Team.

The players below are all quite uniform, using abstract phrases, "old man" emojis, and screenshots of money transfers.

[The Ferocious Tiger of the Auditorium: Ha~ Hakimi (Transfer 10000 Q coins)]

Timur: Green beans from both North and South China! (Transfer of 5000000 QQ coins)

"These Middle Eastern oil tycoons are really rich..." Chen Lai remarked. He remembered this Timur, who had previously voiced his support.

After thinking about it, Chen Lai also posted a message, donating 100,000 Q coins.

[Great Mighty Dragon: Ha Ya Kuna Lu! (Transfer 100,000 Q coins)]

After posting, the phone automatically redirected to the last comment, where the true meaning of this abstract post was revealed.

This post is dedicated to the noble courage of humankind.

(End of this chapter)