5:00 PM.
East Sea City, which had been under lockdown for six or seven days, was bustling once more.
It was as prosperous as ever.
"It's at the Dragon and Phoenix Tower in the city center," the girl on the other end of the line said cautiously. "The lockdown was just lifted today, so a lot of restaurants aren't open yet. This is the only place we could get."
"Got it. I won't be late."
After hanging up, Lu Xuan quickly tried on his new clothes. They'd cost him over two hundred.
Although money had become completely trivial to him now, Lu Xuan was used to being poor. He remained frugal and didn't dare to spend lavishly.
The hardships were still fresh in his mind.
As he carefully smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes, Lu Xuan recalled his earlier conversation with Uncle Wu, and his cheerful expression dimmed slightly.
It was partly because of the sentence, 'At the Great Wall, the bloodshed could form more than a river,' and partly because of the questions that followed.
