Chapter 270 - 270 270 Letters

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Chapter 270: Chapter 270: Letters Chapter 270: Chapter 270: Letters “That’s true,” the middle-aged woman from earlier spoke again. “She gives us so much, and I can’t even imagine what her life is like. Always working behind the scenes, making sure we’re safe and happy. I feel like we don’t appreciate her enough.” There was a brief silence, and then one of the teenagers, who had been watching the combat training area, turned around. His face was full of energy and determination. “We should do something for her!” he said, his voice loud enough to catch the attention of a few people nearby. “What could we do?” asked an older man, crossing his arms thoughtfully. “Boss Su doesn’t really show herself, and she’s so busy…” “We could still try to find a way,” the teenager insisted, his eyes bright. “Like… I don’t know, maybe leave her a message? Or do something nice around the base to show her we’re grateful?” The teenager’s idea of writing letters was spreading fast, and soon, more and more people gathered to share their thoughts. There was a feeling of warmth in the air, a sense of togetherness that hadn’t been there before. “I think writing letters is a great idea,” said the middle-aged woman from earlier, smiling softly. “It’s something personal, something that comes from the heart. Even if we don’t know her real name, we can still let her know how much we appreciate everything she’s done for us.” The group nodded in agreement. They didn’t need to know Boss Su’s face or her real name—she was always just “Boss Su” to them, the one who had built Hope Base and made it a place where people could survive and thrive. “I’ll write one,” said the young man who had been working out at the gym. “I’ve got a lot to thank her for. When I first came here, I was so lost. Hope Base gave me a place to stay when I couldn’t afford anything else.” Another woman, standing nearby, spoke up. “Me too. I came here with nothing. I had lost everything… my home, my family. But Boss Su made sure the rent was cheap, and the food was affordable. I was able to start over because of her.” One by one, the tenants began to share their stories. It wasn’t long before the mood shifted from excitement to something deeper, more heartfelt. It was clear that Hope Base wasn’t just a shelter—it was something more. It was a place that had given them all hope when they needed it most. “I think we should all write letters,” the teenager said, his voice a little softer now. “We’ve all had tough times, and Boss Su gave us a second chance. It’s time we let her know how much that means to us.” The group agreed, and soon, people were scattering to find paper and pens. The excitement of the gym had faded, replaced by a quiet determination to put their feelings into words. By midday, the letters were starting to pile up. There were dozens of them, each one filled with heartfelt thanks, personal stories, and words of appreciation for Boss Su. People who had never written a letter before found themselves carefully choosing their words, trying to express just how much the base had changed their lives. There were stories of dark moments, of times when they had thought all hope was lost, only to find themselves welcomed into Hope Base. Some letters were simple and short, while others were long and detailed, but every one of them carried the same message: gratitude. “Boss Su, I don’t know if you’ll ever read this, but I hope you do. I came to Hope Base with nothing but my child and a bag of clothes. I didn’t know how I was going to survive. But you made sure the rent was low, and the food was affordable. My son and I are doing better now, and I owe it all to you. I’m not sure what I would have done without this place. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.” Even Yuan Xin, the young boy Boss Su had taken in, decided to write a letter. His small hands gripped the pen tightly as he thought about what to say. Boss Su had been like a guardian to him, taking him in when he had no one and even curing his father. She hadn’t charged him for food or accommodation, and though she had given him a job as her assistant, Yuan Xin knew it was her way of giving him a future. His letter was simple but full of love: “Dear Boss Su, Thank you for everything. You didn’t just give me a place to stay—you gave me a new life. I don’t know how to repay you, but I’ll work hard and do my best. I hope you’re proud of me.” At exactly 1 PM, Yuan Xin walked down the hallway of the main building, holding a stack of letters in his small hands. He was nervous, but he knew what he had to do. As he approached the conference room, he felt his heart beat faster. Yuan Xin entered the room and took a deep breath. He looked up at the speaker on the wall and called out, “Boss Su?” For a moment, there was silence. Then, the familiar mechanical voice responded, “Yes, Yuan Xin?” Yuan Xin’s heart skipped a beat, but he steadied himself. “The people of Hope Base… they wrote these letters for you.” “Hm? What for?” Su Jiyai was confused. She didn’t ask the tenants to write letters. Or is it the petition for something new? “They wanted to say something to you and had written it down on the paper. If possible please read the blue cover envelope first.” There was a pause, and for a moment, Yuan Xin wasn’t sure what would happen next. Then, the mechanical voice spoke again, softer this time. “Alright, I will look at them.” Su Jiyai said. Now she was curious as to what was written in the envelope.

Chapter 270 - 270 270 Letters

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