"As for food... Boss Lu, since you have 200 people staying in the New World, could you please supply us with some food?" Jun Jia asked directly.
Boss Lu, the person Jun Jia was referring to, was half-reclining in a reflective glass room with an openwork design on the second floor. Hearing the voice, Boss Lu, clad in a bathrobe, lazily got up, took the microphone, and said, "Sure, no problem at all. We've got a big restaurant on the second floor that can provide different kinds of food. However, I am a businessman. I'll have to sell each meal at market price. It doesn't matter that we don't have internet right now; we can just keep a tab. Not raising prices during these special times is already an act of charity."
"That's fine. We'll go by market price. How much water do we still have?"
Regretfully, Boss Lu shook his head. "Someone just reported that a water pipe has burst. Although some water was saved, not much was left, and the filtration equipment is all broken too."
