A week later.
In Yang City, the capital of Chan Country, the chaos from a week ago had dissipated, and everything looked as it had in the past, but many changes had quietly taken place.
Early in the morning, Wu Baoxian rode his tricycle, the rear basket filled with breakfast pastries he planned to sell, to Lion Water Street, located near several schools, where business was always good.
As soon as he opened his stall, Wu Baoxian's business began to pick up.
"Hey, Old Li, you went back to your hometown to escape the turmoil, didn't you? When did you get back?"
Seeing an old customer appear, Wu Baoxian asked in surprise.
The man opposite him was also an old man, who had fled to the countryside back when the conflict between the Chan Country Government and Jieke Group was fierce, taking his entire family for fear of being caught in the crossfire.
"Hi, I got back the day before yesterday, I had no choice but to return."