[007]: How are things on your end?
[Fatty]: How are things over there?
[Xiao Qiao]: How’s it going over there for Mian?
In the ten-person group chat, 007 was inquiring about Gu Mian’s situation.
The lively Fatty and the echo-chamber-like Xiao Qiao joined in.
These two hadn’t entered Paradise World together, probably bored out of their minds outside.
[Gu Mian]: Living in a temporary tent area, not far from here is an upper-class residential area.
[007]: Chu Changge and I saw the truck transporting you and Mr. Green on the spectator screen. We asked Crazy Tower Chief to check the license plate of that truck. After he checked, he told us that your truck was transporting lower-class people to a place called ’Pleasure Heavenly City,’ an upper-class residential area. The upper-class area you saw is most likely Pleasure Heavenly City.
Pleasure Heavenly City...
Gu Mian said the na in his heart, just hearing it, you know the place is very joyous.
But even though he’s left Crazy Ga City, Crazy Tower Chief would still help him.
Gu Mian suspected that Chu Changge had uttered so nasty threats at Crazy Tower Chief.
[007]: Chu Changge and I plan to use upper-class identities to visit Pleasure Heavenly City tomorrow and cast a vote for you.
[Fatty]: It’s like being apart for ages though it’s been a day. Miss 007 and Brother Chu couldn’t wait to visit the doctor even after just half a day’s absence. How should we, who’ve been outside for so long without seeing the doctor, cope? Doctor, when will you co back!
Fatty always sends so pointless ssages in the ten-person group chat. Over ti, others have learned to instinctively filter out Fatty’s information, treating him as background noise.
glanced at the two tickets on the table in front of her. She and Chu Changge have upper-class identity cards, and tonight they’ve already received the ballots for tomorrow—Crazy Tower Chief delivered them.
Each of them got two tickets, which can be cast for one favored lower-class person, or split.
The tickets and the size of paper currency were similar, with an exquisite crown drawn in the middle. When touched, the areas where the crown was encrusted with jewels had precise protrusions.
Below the exquisite crown, there was also a small figure in shadow.
This figure was so small that you couldn’t notice it without looking closely.
He knelt at the bottom of the crown, head down, as if the exquisite crown above him was a thick cloud.
guessed this figure represented Lu Yi.
It was because Lu Yi taught 007 the profession of Beast Tar, and seeing the small kneeling figure in shadow made her feel sowhat conflicted.
Now, Lu Yi no longer possessed the glory of being a Beast Tar.
He seed to have beco a "beast" for people’s amusent, just as he used to handle.
If Gu Mian saw this small figure on the voting ticket, he would surely say it was Mr. Green.
Because Mr. Green’s posture right now was identical to that of the small figure.
"Achoo—" He caught a cold, sneezed all night in the latter half.
Then he said as soon as he lay down his head hurt. Gu Mian explained it was intracranial pressure increased by the cold, sleeping upright would help.
He thoughtfully pulled down a hanging rope from the tent’s peak, suggesting Mr. Green put his neck in it to sleep upright.
Mr. Green politely refused Gu Mian’s kind gesture, choosing to lean against the tent wall to see if he could fall asleep.
Fortunately, the tents here were tightly packed, allowing the adjacent tent to support Mr. Green when he leaned against the tent wall, preventing it from collapsing.
But the truth proved that kneeling was unfeasible for sleeping.
Mr. Green spent a tornting night, hearing raindrops outside go from dense to sparse, eventually stopping altogether, with the scent of rain-soaked earth in the air.
Then he heard unknown insects chirping outside.
Finally, a few lodious bird calls ca from outside, signaling him that daybreak had arrived.
Opening the tent’s flap, indeed, the sky was bright, with the sun half-risen in the east.
Other lower-class people also began getting up, so were arguing, others sat before their tents lost in thought.
This was not a hotel, breakfast was not provided.
Mr. Green’s stomach growled with hunger.
In fact, he had been hungry for days, enduring the elents and not having enough to eat, which is why he fell ill easily.
At this mont, he heard Gu Mian’s voice from behind.
Looking back, Gu Mian was already awake, putting the green dog plush from last night back into his guitar bag.
The green dog plush whimpered two sounds in protest but was ultimately forced back by Gu Mian.
Suddenly, Mr. Green heard the sound of people outside becoming noisy.
Turning around, he saw two bright figures approaching from the upper-class residential area.
"Are they here to take us to the upper-class area?" Mr. Green craned his neck, observing them.
Lower-class people from the tent area sward up, people from under and around the trucks all crawled out, flocking towards those two upper-class people.
These two seed displeased with the work. They loudly ordered the lower-class people not to approach them and to line up according to the number plates.
This was quite a task.
There were four trucks on this open ground, aning at least two hundred lower-class people were present.
"Number 1000 at the front, the rest line up behind!" one of the upper-class people yelled.
"I’m number 1000! I’m number 1000!" Imdiately a lower-class person in the crowd jumped up with the number plate.
Number 1000 struggled through the crowd, donning a flattering smile, reached the two upper-class people, and repeated: "I’m number 1000."
The upper-class person scowled, directing number 1000 to stand three ters away, then shouted to the crowd behind him: "Hurry up, you fools, don’t you even know how to queue."
Gu Mian was number 1118, Mr. Green was 1117.
They both were positioned towards the back of the line.
Lower-class people adopted the counting thod, with each number representing the corresponding lower-class person moving to the end of the queue.
This task was conducted by the foremost number 1000.
Starting from 1001, it took considerable ti before reaching Gu Mian and Mr. Green.
After Gu Mian and Mr. Green queued up, about half an hour later, their troupe of two hundred was fully assembled.
The two upper-class individuals had long grown impatient; once the queue ford, they imdiately set off with the lengthy line toward Pleasure Heavenly City.
Along the way, Gu Mian saw other similar lines, though their destination wasn’t the sa direction. They must be heading to other upper-class residential areas for voting.
By now, the two upper-class people led Gu Mian’s group to a grand gate.
It’s no exaggeration to say, this gate was like the door to a castle for princesses and princes in fairy tales.
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