srbija, Belgrade.

This is the third month since La Zirou came to SRBija. She has gradually adapted to her life here. The comfortable temperate continental climate, rich river water system, and beautiful natural scenery make her feel more and more that she has made the right choice.

You should know that when she chose to come to SRBija as a foreign correspondent three months ago, both her family and her superiors had advised her to consider it carefully, because the geographical location and political environment of this place were too special. In the current environment, no one knew how long its stability could last.

But out of a special feeling, she decided to come here, not only to complete her work, but more importantly, she wanted to see the monument with her own eyes and this land that was once soaked in the blood of her predecessors.

Just today, after she completed all her work, the project on hand finally came to an end, so she finally took the time to present a bouquet of flowers in front of the monument.

When she brushed her fingers over the gold-burned text on the monument, she clearly felt a kind of echo. The echo was not related to time and place, but the feelings buried in the hearts of foreign workers like her.

This sentiment once drove the predecessors to travel around the world at the most difficult times, breaking through obstacles to open up the road and establishing its influence for the newborn republic, but now it drives itself here.

La Zirou sighed slightly, stood up again, and asked her companion waiting on the side:

"Yuanyuan, have you been here to offer flowers before? Are there many Chinese people here?"

When his companion named Fu Yuan next to him heard her words, he answered:

"It's so many people used to be an ordinary iron plate, and the words on it were blurred. It was only recently that I changed the marble hot stamping monument you see now."

"But to be honest, there are fewer Chinese people in SRBija recently, so naturally not many people have come. This is not because everyone is not here---basically speaking, most of the people who come to Belgrade will still come and see it."

"And you look at this piece of flowers, which are updated almost every day. In the whole of Belgrade, you can find places where people offer flowers every day. Apart from the tomb of Tito, it is this friendship monument."

"That's how... I think we are the only ones, and I thought everyone had forgotten."

"How could I forget it! Don't worry, today is not a weekend, there are fewer people. I can still meet many Chinese people when I come here on weekends. The first Chinese mutual aid group I joined here was a big brother who pulled me in in front of this monument."

"I have had a lot of meals in the group. Later, when everyone returned to China, they had fewer contacts when they were transferred, but the avatars of our group were still a group photo of us here."

While talking, Fu Yuan took out her cell phone and opened WeChat, handed it to La Zirou and said:

"Here, just this one, how about it? I took a good shot? I repaired this picture myself. Hehe, I also specially beautified myself."

La Zirou took the phone, looked at it for a few seconds, and replied with a smile:

"It's really good. If you go back, you can repair one for me."

"No problem! Okay, it's time for us to have lunch. After lunch, I'll take you to Ada Island to play. I've worked hard recently and there's nothing going on in the next two weeks. You have a good rest."

After saying that, Fu Yuan pulled La Zirou up, first wiped her hands with a tissue, and then continued:

"I'll take you to eat ajvar sauce with beef, it's delicious. Then I will serve with fresh wheat bread and musaka, so I will guarantee that you will never forget it if you eat it once."

"I don't want to eat musaka. I've eaten it last time and I always feel a strange smell..."

"That's because you haven't eaten the authentic ones. Let's go, let's take you to my favorite restaurant, and you're satisfied with it!"

As he said that, Fu Yuan took La Zirou's hand and walked across the street. The two walked along the European-style street for a while. After crossing the Seine River, they finally found a small cafe hidden in a hidden corner. Fu Yuan greeted the boss with a familiarity and led La Zirou to the seat by the river.

"Grilled steak, beef, musaka, salad...what do you want to drink? Juice? Do you want to try their polenta?"

“………………Wait, why is this corn porridge so expensive?”

Halfway through his words, Fu Yuan's brow suddenly frowned.

On the menu in her hand, a small label was posted on the position where the price of polenta was originally marked, with a new handwritten price.

26 Dinar one bowl!

This price has increased by 4 times compared to two weeks ago, and is equivalent to the soft girl coins that are close to 15 yuan.

Perhaps this price is not expensive in first-tier cities in China, but SRbija is a traditional European grain producer and exporter. The most in short supply in the entire country is corn and wheat. Similarly, the prices of related foods are also extremely low.

Polenta is the most common food for residents of Belgrade. Although the method is slightly different, there is basically no big difference in cost. Even in this cafe with extremely superior environment and location, selling 26 dinars is a bit exaggerated.

Fu Yuan continued to look through the menu, and then she discovered something that surprised her even more.

The bread that was originally served for free with the steak actually had to be charged separately.

The price of a piece of bread is 6 dinars. Although it is not expensive, it seems extremely abrupt when it appears here.

Looking at Fu Yuan's puzzled expression, La Zirou asked:

"Yuanyuan, what's wrong? Is this price wrong?"

Fu Yuan shook her head gently and replied:

"This price is not just that wrong, it's simply outrageous... Gayichi! Come here!"

The waiter in the distance heard Fu Yuan's call, quickly put down the coffee pot in his hand and walked over, then smiled gently and said:

"For you, you will always be beautiful."

Fu Yuan frowned, and did not respond to the other party's compliment, but asked directly:

"Gayichi, what's going on with your menu? Why do polenta have so much price increase? Why do bread charges too?"

Hearing her question, Gaich sighed and replied:

"Yuan, you don't know that the price of flour and corn flour in the market has increased so much recently. The price of corn flour we purchased yesterday morning has risen by more than triple, and the price of flour has also risen by more than twice."

"I heard that it is because of the rise in food prices internationally, and there is no way to do that."

"The cost can't rise, the price of our food is still the same, right?"

Fu Yuan nodded slightly and looked at La Zirou, and there was a look of worry in both of them.

In fact, as journalists, they have long heard of the news of rising international food prices, but because the price increase did not come from the core level of decision-making, they actually did not make too clear judgments. They just regarded it as a normal range but with a large fluctuation.

But now, things have obviously changed.

Food prices in SRBija, one of the largest granaries in Europe, have also begun to rise.

This is a terrible signal. If the previous increase in grain prices was only because of the imbalance in the food supply between regions, the rise in prices in major grain-producing areas means that the world has entered a situation of insufficient food supply.

After a moment of silence, Fu Yuan waved her hand and asked Gayiqi to wait first, then spoke to La Zirou:

"I feel that the situation is a bit bad. The price increase is a bit too exaggerated, and to be honest, we didn't feel any signs before..."

"In theory, even if the price of SRBija is about to rise, it should be a slow process and it is impossible to jump like now."

"You see, our representative office purchased a large number of reserved food last month, and the prices at that time were almost unchanged from last year - do you remember this? At that time, you seemed to be going to the market with the buyer as a supervisor."

La Zirou nodded slightly and replied:

"I remember. The price of flour at that time seemed to be less than two dinars per kilogram. What is the price now?"

"I don't know, we have to go to the market to see it right away. This is a new situation, and we have to report to the embassy immediately."

Hearing her words, La Zirou immediately grabbed the backpack that was placed aside and was about to leave. Fu Yuan quickly stopped her and said:

"Don't be so anxious, eat first! Take a simple bite, we won't be able to get that little time!"

La Zirou hesitated for a moment, and finally sat down again.

A deep worry appeared in her heart, which made her almost feel a little restless.

She recalled the information she had read, subconsciously compared the situation she had discovered, and then came up with a preliminary guess in her mind:

Food prices will never rise in this way, especially in areas with sufficient supply.

And now, such an abnormal situation does occur in Belgrade.

Then there is only one answer.

Some forces are secretly manipulating the country's food prices.

That opponent who once did evil has made a comeback?
Chapter completed!