"This is..."

The imagined interior of the motorhome was supposed to be cramped and narrow, but before his eyes, it was completely different!

Chen Mo, surprised, wandered back and forth inside the motorhome: a large bedroom, a large bathroom, a large living room, and even a damn study?

No...

Chen Mo stood in the bathroom, took a piss, and the toilet even flushed automatically!

This space must be at least eighty square meters, right?

Unwilling to accept it, Chen Mo jumped out of the motorhome and then crawled back in. No mistake, it was still the same as before!

"So..." Chen Mo sat on the big sofa in the living room, casually took a bottle of cola from the cabinet by the sofa, feeling quite comfortable. "The dreamlike food truck seems ordinary, but in reality, its interior can completely serve as a home? No matter where I go in the future, I'd have a comfortable home?"

Chen Mo, who originally wanted to choose the giant food truck, began to waver.

On one hand, there is a crazy money-making tool; on the other, a small food truck that isn't very strong in earning money but has a dreamlike home.

"So hard to choose."

Chen Mo came to the door of the motorhome, wanting to look again at the exterior of this vehicle.

Really so hard to choose.

When he opened the door, he found that at the usual place where a doorbell would be installed, there was also a display screen, and a map on it. In the center of the map, there was a flashing dot, and after zooming in with two fingers, it read: Jingzhou.

"Automatic positioning system?"

Confused, Chen Mo fiddled with the map, which was like a flat globe, quite flexible.

But the flashing dot always stayed in the center of the map, and interestingly enough, it could even show some routes in red, probably indicating traffic jams, just like Gaode Map.

All boys have a penchant for maps, and Chen Mo couldn't help but glance at it a few more times. He discovered something particularly interesting; he rotated the map to another country across the ocean and then zoomed in.

Why is Wall Street also having a jam? How bizarre.

Forget it, this isn't something I should worry about. I still need to take a good look at the exterior and interior of the food truck, research everything before making a decision.

Chen Mo pushed open the door and walked out of the food truck.

Planning to turn around to admire the dreamlike food truck, but the blinding light on his face made Chen Mo raise his hand to shield his forehead.

When he got used to the light and slowly opened his eyes, Chen Mo looked around; the familiar incomplete building unit space had disappeared. Looking up...

Rows of exotic buildings lined up before him, hurried pedestrians on the street, almost all of whom had blond hair and blue eyes. Not far in a park, there was even a giant bronze bull statue, and most bizarrely, overhead, was a big sun!

"Damn, why is it bright?"

Chen Mo was really a bit stunned, "Could it be that the so-called dreamlike food truck means it allows one to enter a dreamlike realm or something like that? A bit like the concept of a metaverse?"

Chen Mo stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do when a voice interrupted his thoughts, "Hey sir, could I bum a cigarette?"

It was a foreigner, Chen Mo didn't know him, but still instinctively took out half a pack of "Huazi" cigarettes from his pocket.

This was left earlier when Fang Zhizhong asked Chen Mo to do something; Chen Mo doesn't smoke himself, so he kept it in his pocket though it served no real purpose, except when he handed one to the security guard at Yueyun Pavilion.

Chen Mo took out a cigarette and handed it to the other party.

"Wow, Chinese cigarettes!" The foreigner said dramatically, his eyes lighting up.

"Sir, may I exchange this with you... oh no, I have money." The man took out two ten US dollar bills, "Sorry this is all I have, could I exchange this and twenty US dollars for half a pack of cigarettes?"

Chen Mo nodded dully throughout, too dreamlike.

This space was so dreamlike yet so real.

Seeing Chen Mo agree, the other party happily took half a pack of "Huazi", tucked it in his pocket, and then shoved the two bills into Chen Mo's hand and handed him a cup of coffee.

It had a big "M" logo on it, obviously a McDonald's product.

"Thank you. Have a nice day!"

The man happily walked away with his black leather bag, leaving Chen Mo dazed in place. He looked down; the McDonald's coffee even had a plastic seal, indicating that this guy hadn't taken a drink yet.

"It really seems like a dream space, how could I understand English?"

Chen Mo shook his head with a smile, tore off the label, and took a sip of coffee.

Bleh!

So bitter, Wang Zai Milk is still better.

It seems that the function of the dreamlike food truck is just so-so, and Chen Mo seemed to have an answer in his heart. Since it's a fictional space, why should one linger?

Turning back to the inside of the food truck.

"Even if it's an illusion, just stay a bit longer."

Chen Mo placed the coffee on the nightstand in the bedroom and lay down fully dressed, not knowing what brand of mattress it was, lying on it felt very comfortable, so comfortable that Chen Mo quickly felt drowsy.

This period had been too tiring.

On the surface, Chen Mo was full of energy when setting up a stall every day, and he could fall asleep quickly after returning home.

But actually, sleeping in an unfinished building and sleeping on such a comfortable bed were two completely different concepts.

In a daze, Chen Mo fell asleep.

[Experience time is about to end. If you do not leave automatically, you will be forcibly ejected from the scene.]

Force or not, whatever.

Chen Mo thought, this bed was just too comfortable; he didn't want to wake up, just wanted to turn over...

"Oh dear."

Chen Mo rolled over, instantly awakened when a stone under his body poked him, "Back to the incomplete building, huh... well."

Dreams are indeed just dreams, just like drinking alcohol — merely a moment of fantasy is enough. After returning to reality, one must continue to move forward.

Chen Mo got up and patted the dust off his buttocks. Fortunately, the system had isolated him and the food truck earlier; had those three workers screwing parts seen it, they'd probably think he was a homeless man.

"In that case, I'll choose the giant..."

Chen Mo said, shaking his head and making his final decision. But when his gaze swept over the ground, he suddenly froze.

"What's this?"

He bent over and picked up the paper cup on the ground. The big "M" logo was glaring, "What the hell is this?"

Chen Mo brought it to his mouth and took a sip. The bitter coffee was still warm.

A thunderous numbness spread throughout his body, and Chen Mo only felt his scalp tingle as if his hair was standing on end. Why was there a McDonald's Americano at my feet?

Could it be?

Chen Mo's throat trembled wildly; the appearance of the coffee completely overturned his perception of this world. Then, his right hand slowly reached into his pants pocket.

With anticipation, yet a tinge of fear.

In his pocket, it was hard and papery.

Taking it out to look, there were two bills marked with "10", featuring Hamilton's portrait, unmistakably in his hand.

Full of shock, Chen Mo looked at the bills in his hand and then up again at the unassuming Xiao Huang food truck.

This is just too dreamlike!!!

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