To get rich, build roads first? No, Wang Bin has a better way to get rich: go to the apocalypse and move gold bricks. One trip there and back and he'll easily become a billionaire!
That...
In fact, he had thought of many ways to escape, but he would not use these methods unless absolutely necessary. After all, he was very unwilling to give up Fuzhou, which he had worked so hard to capture.
For a long while, neither side made any move, and the place was deathly silent, creating a very eerie atmosphere.
After a while, Wang Bin redeemed another speaker from the system store and played an electronic music track. Soon, the electronic sound came from the speaker.
The electronic music started playing so abruptly that the more than 40,000 people hiding in the headquarters pricked up their ears and listened quietly.
"Honey, what kind of mischievous idea are you up to now?" Guan Xiaoyue asked with a smile as she sat down next to Wang Bin.
"I don't have any crazy ideas, I'm just bored and wanted to sing a few songs. What would you like to hear? I'll sing it for you," Wang Bin asked with a smile.
"I like everything you sing!" Guan Xiaoyue said happily with a smile.
"Okay, then I'll just sing a few songs." Wang Bin smiled faintly, turned off the electronic music, turned on the microphone, cleared his throat, and prepared to start singing.
Those inside thought Wang Bin had something to say when they heard him clear his throat, but to their surprise, he started playing the guitar and singing a cappella a while later, and Guan Xiaoyue's giggling could be heard from the microphone from time to time.
"What kind of trick is Wang Bin up to?"
Why did he start singing?
"Boss, you know Wang Bin best, what is he doing?"
"He is undermining morale!"
"Unsettle the troops? How can you shake them? Do you think singing a song can do that?"
"There's no time to lose. Summon all your trusted men. It looks like we need to move ahead of schedule!"
"Ah, okay!"