hsntnovel Chapter 625 Meeting with Commander Chongfeng
Chapter 625 Meeting with Commander Chongfeng
Courtyard No. 5905, Community, Nata's Tavern.
After Mo Chen approved Nata's application, a tavern of moderate size appeared somewhere in the community as part of an expansion project.
They ordered a batch of finished wines and cocktail ingredients from around the world from merchants, and hired several courtyard residents with pub experience as bartenders.
With the support of Mo Chen and his comrades, Nata's tavern quickly opened and became one of the must-see sights in courtyard 5905.
When the group of heavy-armored mercenaries arrived at courtyard number 5905 and chose to stay there temporarily to rest,
As the leader of the guild, Glaius spent a considerable amount of World Points to temporarily book the entire tavern, so that the Heavy Edge mercenaries would not have to set up camp on both sides of the street.
After all, doing so would affect the city's appearance, thereby lowering the impression of Courtyard No. 5905 in the minds of tourists, causing trouble, and Chongfeng would have to pay compensation!
Stepping into the bustling tavern hall, Mo Chen curiously looked around, taking in the layout of the tavern.
The floorboards underfoot are dark, antique-style solid wood floors that produce a dull, resonant sound when stepped on.
The walls are not smooth white walls, but are made of interlocking wooden planks with pale yellow mud plaster applied between the wood grains, giving them a rustic and untamed feel.
Heavy square tables were placed inside the tavern, covered with red and white checkered tablecloths.
The bench was wide and sturdy, large enough to allow the burly, rough mercenaries to stretch out.
Nata's tavern adopts a classic Ural style, with a slightly rough decor that exudes a sense of warmth.
Behind the dark brown bar, a dazzling array of bottles of liquor are displayed, reflecting an incredibly alluring luster under the warm yellow light.
The air is filled with the rich aroma of malt and the spiciness of tobacco, combined with the smell of fresh bread and roasted meat, creating a relaxing atmosphere.
Mo Chen immediately spotted Nata, who was busy behind the bar. She had changed out of her military uniform and into a smart work uniform.
The bartenders came and went in a hurry, each focused on their own duties—serving customers or cleaning.
At this moment, Nata was intently shaking the cocktail shaker in her hand, her expression solemn, just as focused as when she was sniping.
When she saw Mo Chen enter the tavern, she looked up and smiled brightly, but her hands did not stop working.
"Homeowner, you've arrived?"
"Yes, something's up. Business's been good these past few days?"
Mo Chen walked to the bar, found a high stool to sit on, and casually picked up a peanut and popped it into his mouth.
Nata took the glass from the bartender and poured out the liquor from the pitcher: "Thanks to those Heavy Armor mercenaries, they've booked the tavern as a temporary rest stop and plan to stay here for a while. What would you like to order?"
"Cola, with ice."
Ordering a Coke in a pub only shows that Mo Chen is still too authoritative.
But Nata had no reason to refuse, since the other party was her homeowner.
"Here, an iced cola. I really hope you can order a drink next time you come."
Nata shrugged, walked over to the vending machine as usual, got a Coke, scooped a few ice cubes from the ice maker into the glass, and handed it to Mo Chen.
"Sweet water helps cut through the richness, thanks."
Mo Chen picked up his cola and took a small sip, feeling the cool bubbles burst on his tongue. He sat at the bar, subtly glancing at the group of heavy-armored mercenaries inside the tavern.
The mercenaries talked and laughed loudly, joking with each other in crude metropolitan slang.
They clinked glasses, drinking large glasses of rye beer and strong vodka, enjoying this brief moment of leisure.
Mo Chen's gaze swept over the heavy-armored mercenaries and landed on the square table in the corner.
Beside the table lay a greatsword without a handguard; it was more like a large block of iron than a sword.
Such outrageous weapons can only be used by those innately powerful giant sword spirits.
Without a doubt, the burly, green-haired man with a buzz cut sitting at this table, devouring a roasted lamb leg, must be Glaus, the leader of the Heavy Edge Regiment.
He downed his Coke in one gulp, put down the empty glass, stood up, and walked toward the table.
The surrounding heavy-armored mercenaries involuntarily slowed their movements, noticing Mo Chen walking towards their leader.
Glaus, who was enjoying his meal, swallowed the piece of meat in his mouth and gave Mo Chen a puzzled look as Mo Chen came to the table.
"you are?"
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Commander Glaus of Chongfeng. I am Mo Chen, the owner of Courtyard No. 5905."
Upon hearing this, the wall plasterer quickly stood up and gave Mo Chen the seat closest to Glaus, while he himself sat on another bench.
Mo Chen, who seemed to be very familiar with people, sat down without any hesitation and opened a can of beer for himself.
Glaus put down the roasted lamb leg in his hand, wiped his mouth somewhat awkwardly, and looked at it with a hint of scrutiny, but mostly with politeness and curiosity.
He wiped his calloused hands on the rough leather armor, then stretched them out toward Mo Chen, the aroma of roasted meat still lingering in his palms.
"So you are the owner of courtyard number 5905. My apologies for not recognizing you."
Glaus was all smiles and his handshake was surprisingly strong, but he immediately and subtly reduced his strength when he touched Mo Chen.
"I'm not exaggerating, but under your management, this war courtyard has truly flourished! The environment is great, it's bustling with activity, and it has all the necessary facilities. It's a really great place in this war zone!"
Mo Chen raised an eyebrow. The other party's words were truly worthy of a self-made mercenary.
"Commander Glaius, you flatter me. Courtyard 5905's success today is not solely due to my efforts."
He paused, his gaze sweeping across the tavern hall. Although the heavy-armored mercenaries around him were still chatting and laughing, they were clearly all listening intently.
They neither deliberately avoided nor pried too much; compared to newcomers, these heavy-duty mercenaries clearly had a higher level of professionalism.
"Regarding the commission to escort the wanderers to the courtyard, I wonder if Commander Glaus is satisfied with the reward we offered?"
"Compensation? Oh, that's a very attractive figure!"
Glaus laughed heartily, grabbed the half-eaten roasted lamb leg again, and forcefully tore off a mouthful of delicious meat.
"That's fair, absolutely fair. Not only did they settle the full amount, but they also gave me an extra maintenance fee."
He leaned closer, his smile radiant: "To be honest, sir, we at Chongfeng have been working in this metropolis for so many years and have met all sorts of employers, but we've never met one as generous and visionary as you."
Glaius stuffed a roasted lamb leg into his mouth, his words muffled but tinged with concern: "How are those wanderers you asked us to escort doing now?"
Mo Chen shook the beer can in his hand and answered Glaus's question: "The vagrants of the university settlement? They are already residents under the jurisdiction of Courtyard 5905. The courtyard will assign housing and jobs to these new members to ensure that they can live a better life."
"That's fine, that's fine."
Glaius nodded, a hint of relief inadvertently showing: "Those wanderers have a hard life. We mercenaries often come to the ruined city and have seen it all. For them, having a good place to go is already a good thing."