The King of Xiuxianjuan returns to modern times and becomes a landlord

At the other end of the warehouse, Mu Ya was intently inspecting the quality of the stone, while Miao Yimo was discussing something with his men not far away. Ying Ni approached them and asked softly, "Are you hungry?" They both nodded, their long hours clearly oblivious to the passage of time. Miao Yimo glanced at his watch, realizing it was already lunchtime, and ordered his men to quickly go buy some.

The warehouse was filled with a faint smell of dust, and the air was filled with fine stone powder. Ying Ni looked around, watching the sunlight filtering through the windows cast dappled shadows on the ground. She frowned, thinking that eating in such an environment would likely be accompanied by the invasion of dust with every bite. So, she suggested, "Why don't we go out and find a place and wait for Miao Yimo's men to bring the food over?"

Mu Ya and Miao Yimo exchanged a glance, agreeing with Ying Meng's suggestion. They packed up their tools and left the warehouse together. The fresh, bright world outside contrasted sharply with the dreary atmosphere inside, and their moods lightened considerably.

Ying Ni led Mu Ya and Miao Yi Mo to a quiet open space. After they chose a corner, the bodyguards behind them skillfully and swiftly unloaded three folding chairs from the car. These chairs were exquisitely designed, lightweight and portable, yet incredibly stable when unfolded, as if tailor-made for this tranquil spot. Mu Ya and Miao Yi Mo eagerly sat down, enjoying the coolness of the chairs. It felt as if the entire world had quieted down, leaving only them and the tranquil space.

The bodyguards then brought out two large parasols. Their colorful, unique designs were planted securely in the ground, providing a cool, sheltered sky for the three people on the lounge chairs. Sunlight filtered through the gaps, casting dappled shadows and adding a touch of dreaminess to this small corner, as if transported to a fairytale world.

Two folding tables were placed between the lounge chairs, laden with a variety of drinks and snacks. Three small stools were neatly placed behind the tables, with bodyguards perched on them, ready to assist them. Ying Meng, Mu Ya, and Miao Yimo would occasionally take a drink from the table and sip it, enjoying this rare moment of leisure, as if time had slowed down, leaving them alone in this peaceful space.

At the entrance of the public auction warehouse, two conspicuous parasols became the focal point of the painting. Below, three people lay on three lounge chairs, some chatting and laughing, some quietly enjoying the tranquility. Occasionally, they looked up at the blue sky or lowered their heads to sip a cool drink, their faces filled with satisfaction and contentment, as if the whole world had stopped for them.

The bosses gathered in groups of two or three, their gazes occasionally glancing at the three newcomers. These three were completely different from the usual attendees, their presence subtly disturbing the previously calm atmosphere. Their faces wore a relaxed expression, as if they were not here to compete in a fiercely competitive auction, but rather to enjoy a leisurely vacation.

Previously, the bosses at the auctions had eaten lunch on the spot. Some, unconcerned with their appearance, simply ate their lunch boxes by their cars, while others, more sophisticated, drove their RVs and enjoyed the more comfortable dining environment. They had long been accustomed to this rhythm of life, and each auction had set expectations and responses. However, these three newcomers disrupted all of this.

The bosses looked at them, their facial muscles twitching unconsciously, and an indescribable emotion welled up in their hearts. They had never seen participants play so unconventionally, which left them confused and even speechless.

The leaders of various Burmese factions, all watching the auction, cast strange glances at them. They were all waiting in a nearby rest area for news. Their expressions were a mixture of scrutiny and confusion. The three men seemed unconcerned with the gazes of their surroundings. They chatted among themselves, occasionally letting out a lighthearted laugh, as if they were truly just there to enjoy a good time.

In this environment rife with competition and calculation, their presence was like a breath of fresh air, forcing everyone to reassess their positions and objectives. The bosses began to whisper, trying to guess the identities and intentions of these three individuals. But no matter how they speculated, they could not deny that these three individuals had become the most eye-catching focus of the public auction opening day.

Shortly after, the bodyguard Miao Yimo had dispatched to procure food swiftly returned. His steps were light and powerful, as if he carried an urgent mission, eager to complete his task. Behind him, the bodyguards moved swiftly and methodically, like a carefully choreographed dance, quickly clearing the table of snacks and drinks. They had cleverly joined two tables together to form a single, spacious table, silently announcing the feast that was about to unfold.

The bodyguard in charge of purchasing food retrieved a large insulated box from the trunk of the vehicle. His movements were calm and methodical, as if the box contained not only food but also precious treasures. He placed the box securely on the large, assembled table and slowly opened the lid, revealing dozens of neatly arranged takeout boxes. Each box was like a mystery waiting to be solved, waiting to be explored and the story behind it revealed. They were filled with a wide variety of delicacies, from exquisite dim sum to hearty main courses, each carefully selected and prepared to suit the tastes and needs of everyone present.

The bodyguards' busy figures cast long shadows in the sunlight, focused and diligent, ensuring that every serving of food was presented to the guests in optimal condition. Miao Yimo stood aside, observing all this carefully, and was very satisfied with the bodyguards' work performance. He nodded gently in approval.

The bodyguards began to open the carefully packed boxes one by one. Instantly, the aroma of the food danced lightly over the public market square like an invisible spirit, quickly filling the entire space. The fragrance was so rich and alluring that it seemed to penetrate all barriers and awaken everyone's dormant taste buds. The local officials in the rest area couldn't help but smile as they smelled this aroma. They immediately recognized it as the unique craftsmanship of a century-old Burmese restaurant. It was an aroma that blended history and culture, a delicacy that had been honed over time.