Sanctuary Starfield Journey

44-14 Mengyun's "Passion"

"Oh, it's Yun'er." Mo Bei wondered who would steal his lines, and turned around to see who it was. Dongfang Yun pulled Mo Bei to the entrance of the store with a very long queue. Mo Bei had a question in his mind: Wasn't this just leading the way in cutting in line? Wouldn't that have a bad influence?

The two made their way through the crowd, and those in line automatically made way for Dongfang Yun. You know, if I didn't know Dongfang Yun was a good person, I would have thought it was some gangster's heiress on patrol—after all, when a good person walks by, the whole street has to give way.

Dongfang Yun greeted the person who was presumably the shopkeeper, saying, "Hello, Sister Meng Yun." Mo Bei was wondering when Dongfang Yun had ever had a sister. Seeing that Mo Bei didn't react, Dongfang Yun patted him with her tail, and Mo Bei finally came to his senses, saying, "Hello, Sister Yun." The shopkeeper named Meng Yun said, "This must be Yun'er's boyfriend, right? After all, they went on the Tianyin Parade together." Dongfang Yun's tail quickly patted her, making the bells ring a little too loudly, "What are you saying?" She winked at her. Meng Yun realized something and thought it was a young couple arguing, but given Dongfang Yun's personality, she probably wouldn't argue with anyone. She quickly found a topic to change the subject, and also hoped to see if she could reunite the young couple. After all, almost everyone in the universe knew what it meant to be close to Dongfang Yun; it seemed only Mo Bei and the readers were kept in the dark. Meng Yun spoke up, "Ahem, how about we launch a co-branded drink?" Dongfang Yun nodded, "Great! Great! We'll have something to drink again." Mo Bei still didn't understand what a co-branded drink meant. Dongfang Yun could tell Mo Bei didn't know, and since she hadn't explained it before, she did: Mo Bei understood.

Meng Yun issued a statement: "Meng Yun is about to launch a new drink and will be temporarily closed for one day." Those queuing up weren't angry or sad; instead, they all wore smiles. Sister Xiaoyunhua provided an emergency online explanation. Sister Xiaoyunhua's class is in session! Meng Yun is closing for a day to launch a new drink. Considering the context, we know that Dongfang Yun and Mo Bei, who just finished their Tianyin tour, visited the store. It's reasonable to assume there's a collaboration drink, meaning there will be triple the promotions when the store reopens. Also, since the queue positions were recorded by the spy's eyes, it's like getting two free drinks! Sister Xiaoyunhua's class is over. When will you get your wages?

Mo Bei watched as Dongfang Yun and Meng Yun discussed. After an hour of intense debate, Dongfang Yun, with milk dripping from his lips, finalized the plan: to launch Mo Bei's crimson-gold-based Ink-in-the-Rosy Flame and Dongfang Yun's rosy-purple-based Cloud-in-the-Ice: both priced at 10 spirit dust.

The recipe for "Ink-in-the-Mist Flame" is as follows: Edible ink is dripped onto milk (this milk is specially selected by Dongfang Yun, and is the flavor of July's Black Star Grass from the Demon Realm); then, a brush is dipped in a reddish-gold gradient ink and made a stroke, the ink spreading out; golden scales float in the milk, leaving chocolate residue on the inside of the cup. Finally, Mo Bei's personal signature is inserted, and it's complete. Dongfang Yun points to the finished product: "You can tell this is Xiao Mo's at a glance."

The method for making Cloud-in-the-Heart Ice: First, place 13 pieces of starry-sky ice, kept at a constant temperature of zero degrees Celsius, shimmering with a pale silver glow, and slowly releasing white smoke. Then, add the core ingredient of Zero-Style Summer Heat Relief—cloud water as clear as glass, still crystal clear at a depth of ten thousand meters, with an interstellar sweetness level of 3. Garnish with a few clouds floating with fine sugar frosting. Finally, insert Dongfang Yun's personal signature, and it's complete. Mo Bei retorted: "This sugar frosting looks like the hairs on the tip of a cloud's tail."

For every cup sold, the company loses 40 spirit dust. Mo Bei might not have a good grasp of this number, so let's put it this way: Meng Yun loses money on every single item. The least loss is on Water, which costs 1 spirit dust. With an average of 3203200 customers per month, assuming each person buys Water, the company loses at least 320 million spirit dust per month, equivalent to 320 spirit stars. The average spending level in low-to-mid-level factions outside is at most 1000 spirit dust per month, which is equivalent to only 0.1 spirit dust. In other words, losing 10 cups is enough to support one person in a low-to-mid-level faction for 27 days.

Seeing this long text, Mo Bei only noticed the keyword "loss." Mo Bei asked Meng Yun, "Sister Yun, are you sure you won't die like this?" Meng Yun gently nudged Dongfang Yun and raised an eyebrow, "This is a sugar daddy." Dongfang Yun just smiled. Seeing this, Mo Bei quickly grabbed Dongfang Yun's bewildered hand, "Yun'er, you can't let yourself suffer!" Meng Yun said to Mo Bei, "Your Yun'er gets 10 spirit wisps of allowance every month, enough for 100 million spirit stars." Dongfang Yun didn't know how to answer, and under Mo Bei's shocked gaze, could only lower her head, "Why did you say that…?"

Soon, both drinks were on sale. The production line in Meng Yun's little world was running non-stop. Mo Bei's hand was almost broken from signing autographs: "Why three times the price? My hand is so sore." Hearing this, Meng Yun took out a photocopier, successfully freeing Mo Bei's hands. Dongfang Yun immediately held up his autographed plaque and came over, the bell jingling: "My hand is almost broken too."

A void space | A man, watching Dongfang Yun and his companion appear in the microscopic vision, melts a knife and pours it into a mold for shackles. Undeterred by the high temperature, he grips the half-cooled shackles tightly. He turns to face the empty mirror and abruptly crushes the half-cooled shackles into crimson fragments, letting the metal shards fall through his fingers—the mirror is empty.

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