"Divara, have your carrots been cut!!!"

In the kitchen of Qingsky Restaurant, chef Anders Borgley's voice was loud and loud, and Divala's ears were buzzing. He looked down at his hand, half carved, but obviously he was completely different from his original intention, and groaned in distress.

"Quick!"

"You have to hurry up. Do you know who is here to have dinner today..."

Anders Borgley's voice went from far to near, and he was not the original chef of Qingsun Restaurant. The chef had already fled Enspan Province with the mayor of Moon City. Anders Borgley was originally just a second chef in a second-rate restaurant in Moon City. His cooking skills were not excellent, but his temper was amazing. In particular, since he came to Qingsun Restaurant, he seemed to be infected with the nobleness of Qingsun Restaurant's first restaurant and became more arrogant.

Pushing away the two assistants blocking the road, Anders Borgley stood in front of Divala Rom, looked at the Robuhua in his hand, grabbed it, took a closer look, and fell to the ground.

"What I fucking want is a dragon! A dragon! What the hell is this shit! You are so embarrassed to call this dragon? You asked me to give this dragon to the adults from Elena. Do you want me to die? Or do you think Director Tyre dislikes him and want to cheat him? Do you believe it or not, as long as I tell Director Tyre, you will definitely die without a burial place in minutes!"

The Director Tyre mentioned by Anders Borgley is Vanessa Tyre, who is the police chief of Moon and the actual controller of Moon. Since His Majesty the Emperor decided to hand over the province of Enspan and Siloa to Elena for management, a large number of large capitalists and nobles who were afraid of communist policies have fled from the province of Enspan, including almost all the senior leaders of Moon. Director Vanessa Tyre took the opportunity to stay and relied on the police force in his own hands to control the city. He claimed that

He has always been a communist, but now he has finally seen the dawn of the victory of the revolution, so he helped the great magician Lord Gastens to manage his city and avoid being destroyed by some criminals. Although this person's statement is full of loopholes, he at least did a good thing. During the period when Moon City lost its government, he and his police station maintained the public order in Moon City well. Therefore, both the waiter Divala Rom and the chef Anders Borgley were familiar with Director Vanessa Tir.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Divara lowered her head and apologized, looking at the ground, no one knew what he was thinking. Anders slapped Divara in the face. Seeing that he had no reaction, he cursed a few more words, but he also knew that the person in front of him could not count on. He called another person to be responsible for carving, and then ordered Divara.

"Go out and watch me! If Lord Tyre and the adults from Elena come, just tell me, you know! You should be able to do such a simple thing!"

Divara covered his face with one hand and nodded gently. He turned around and quickly left the kitchen, as if Borgley behind him was not a human, but a giant dragon that chose people to eat.

Divara, who left the kitchen, quickly walked around to a small window where you could see the entrance of the restaurant. There, Silma Vogt, a waitress in the Sky Restaurant who had a good relationship with Divara, was looking down. She saw Divara and reached out to greet him.

"Borgley's stupid pig is furious again?" He pulled Divala over and stood by the window. Silma saw the red marks on Divala's face, "He hit you? This is a pervert!"

As he said, Silma reached out to touch Divara's face. Divara gently blocked her hand, and her expression did not change much. "Borglith is also worried that he can't prepare this meal. After all, this is the first meal that Elena's people came to Moon City, and he may also leave a good impression."

"Tsk, what are you talking about communism? What are you talking about? What are you talking about? What are you talking about? What are you talking about? What are you talking about? What are you talking about? What are you talking about? What are you talking about? What are you talking about? What are you talking about? What are you talking about? What are you talking about? "

Silma obviously did not agree much with the people from Elena. "I heard before that they were speaking for us poor people, and they also said that they would eliminate the class and eliminate exploitation. Now they come to eat, aren't they just exploiting us? I think these people say it nicely, but in fact they are just aristocrats who have changed their skin. Nowadays, there are not many good people who can come here to eat."

"They shouldn't be that kind of person," Divara frowned, not agreeing with Silma's words. He looked at the entrance of the restaurant that had been full of police officers, thought for a while before giving an uncertain answer.

"I don't think they are such people. This time I come here, it's not a simple meal. Let's take a look first. Ailena's people are not like other nobles."

"Hey, I hope they can eliminate exploitation as they said. They are all human beings. Why can we only work as waiters here? Judging from other people's faces, they can't eat enough. Those great nobles can eat delicious food and drink spicy food, and they are domineering and cannot tell the truth? If they are really friends with us, they should demolish this restaurant as soon as possible, and I believe it!"

Silma was free to speak, looking at Divara's face with some distress, but did not reach out to touch her. Her eyes turned on the young man beside her and then turned to the entrance of the restaurant outside the window.

"We have no food to eat after the restaurant is demolished."

Divara's voice was low, as if thinking about something. Silma glared at him, "If you have no food, go to work as a worker, or find a good man to farm in the countryside! Didn't the people of Elena say that each person is four acres of land, and each person grows himself. Except for paying a part of the tax, he keeps all the CDs for himself. I have heard that those who farm in Elena are comfortable, and there is no big landlord bullying, no one harassing, and the tax collectors are also very good, and they don't harvest much. The food they grow is their own, and they also give out clothes and farm tools. If they hadn't been in the war before, I would have wanted to go."

"Then you won now, are you still going?" Divala became interested in Silma's words and asked while looking out the window.

"They are all saying that in the future, Enspan and Siloa provinces will be Elena's territory, and their land reform will soon be implemented in both provinces. At that time, I will go to the suburbs to find a plot of land, but will it be the same?"

When Silma said this, she looked at Divara carefully. She still remembered what she had just said about finding a man to farm, but she didn't know if Divara remembered it. However, Silma was obviously a little overly concerned. Divara's thoughts were not on her and his little farming dream.

"They are here, I'll go and say something to the kitchen."

Divala left a word and went to the kitchen. Silma looked out the window and saw several figures in gray clothes walking up the steps with the police chief Vanessa Tyre. She let out a small sound and left the window.

Garron Warren was a little amazed when he followed the police chief Vanessa Tyre into the gate of the Sky Restaurant. He was a serf and had never had the chance to enter such a tall place in his life. However, now he represents Elena and Gastens. The man closest to the great magician gave him enough confidence to deal with the director in front of him.

Leading Garrons Warren and his group into the clear sky restaurant and leading them to the top private room, the police chief Vanessa Tyre breathed a sigh of relief. If possible, he would not want to stay with these rebels, but if he escaped with the great nobles and had no support from his family, Vanessa, who had no family power, did not know whether he could get the position of police chief in his life. He was born in a poor family and was not easy to get to his current position. As long as there was a one-ten thousand chance, he would not want to give up. Moreover, there was a great magician behind these people. As long as he performed well, he might not be able to follow this new force to enjoy the delicious and spicy food.

"Everyone, this is the best restaurant in Moon City, but many chefs have left. The cooking skills are not as good as before. I will treat you simply because of the poor. If you have any shortcomings, please take care of it."

With a smile on his face, Vanessa watched the VIP from Elena sit down before she sat down. The restaurant manager who had already been waiting beside her bowed and walked out the door, leaving the space for conversation for the two parties.

"During this period of time, I've been troubled by Director Vanessa," Garron Warren said while taking out his rice jar from his backpack behind him. The six comrades who came with him had the same movements as him, and seven identical enamel rice jars were placed on the exquisite embroidered tablecloth, which looked a bit strange and inconsistent.

"A few people are..." Vanessa didn't understand what Garrons meant, "There are tableware here, we don't need to bring it ourselves..."

"We bring our own food, so we don't bother Director Vanessa." Garance took out a rye pancake from his pocket. "The people we love Lena are poor, not great nobles. We eat whatever the people eat. The director wants to eat well, and you can eat it, we don't mind. Today we mainly talk about the transfer of power, and nothing else matters."

"This...what is this good..."

Vanessa Tyre was a little helpless about the people of Elena, and at this moment, the restaurant manager led a group of waiters with a shiny silver tray. They saw that Elena was holding the extremely rough rye cake and was stunned. The restaurant manager glanced at Vanessa Tyre and waited for his instructions.

"Retreat, all of them are evacuated!!!"

Vanessa quickly reacted. Although there were less than a hundred people who came to take over Moon this time, behind them was a man closest to the great magician. He, a pawn, had no courage to resist. He drank the waiter and supervisor of the restaurant in the most severe tone. Vanessa poured himself a glass of water and waited respectfully for Garrons opposite to speak.

Garrons looked at Vanessa's actions coldly and classified him into the category of speculators in his heart. Before leaving Elena, Gastens trained their cadres who took over the first Elena city, and divided the people they might meet into four types: stubborn, speculator, people close to revolutionary people and the people. For the first type, we must firmly eliminate the first type, and for the latter three types, we can unite. Gastens hopes that these people led by Garrons can learn enough knowledge from the action of taking over Moon City and reserve sufficient experience for taking over other cities in the future.

"Director Tyre doesn't have to be nervous. We all know that you have made contributions to Moon City. Without you in the past few days, Moon City may have been in chaos, so we will not do anything to you. Please rest assured about this. Moreover, in the future, you may ask you to maintain the security of Moon City."

Knowing what the other party was worried about, Garance gave Vanessa a reassurance as soon as he spoke. His words also had a clear effect. Vanessa's expression relaxed a little. He took a sip of water and continued to ask.

"I wonder if you guys, do you have any instructions for Moon City? As long as I can do it, I will definitely complete it with the fastest speed!"

Vanessa does not expect to get the mayor position. These people from Elena will not give him the mayor position. He will be satisfied if he can retain his position as the police chief and get a certain identity in Elena's new force.

"We will also bother you in terms of public security. The others we bring will gradually take over. However, our overall principle is to keep the status quo and focus on stability. You, your colleagues, and the remaining government colleagues do not need to worry too much. As long as there is no illegal or disorderly matter, we can manage the city together."

"Yeah, yeah, that's fine, no problem, no problem," Vanessa breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had performed well so far. He drank another sip of water, looked at the adults in front of him and started eating rye pancakes with hot water, hesitated for a moment, and made a small request.

"I don't know if I can even one of these rye pancakes. I didn't know how many of you were eating this kind of food before, so I didn't prepare it in advance..."

"I'll give you one." Garance decided that Vanessa was very interesting. He took out another rye cake from his bag and handed it to Vanessa. He looked at him, trying to see his reaction. Vanessa took the cake, broke a piece and soaked it in his cup, and put it in his mouth. Looking at his expression, the rye cake didn't seem to be delicious. However, Vanessa quickly finished the piece and soaked another piece for himself.

"I'll tell you, I often ate this thing when I was a child. Although it was rough, it could fill my stomach. Now I still miss it..."
Chapter completed!