"Wang the Skinflint... wants to bury us all alive here!"
In short, it's like pouring ice water into a pot of boiling oil.
Buzz—! The crowd erupted in an instant!
"What?! Buried alive?!"
"Wang the Skinflint?! He dares to do that!"
"Bullshit! You brat, you're spouting nonsense!"
"My dear mother..."
The screams and questions of terror, doubt, anger, and collapse were like countless hands trying to tear Jiang Chan apart.
The miner called Lao Nian'er trembled like a leaf: "No...it's impossible...the boss...the boss will come to save us..." His voice was shaking so badly that it was as if he was begging for an answer that he himself did not believe.
"Save us?" Jiang Chan's voice suddenly rose, and the beam of light flashed, illuminating her eyes burning with flames. "One day! Within one day, they'll seal off the well! They'll trap us all down here like a rat hole! Leaving no one alive! To save money! To save trouble!"
A deathly gray of despair once again spread across many people's faces.
It's thicker and heavier than before.
Some people collapsed in the water, groaning as if they were dying.
"Don't believe me?" Jiang Chan gripped the cold, hard flashlight. "What kind of person is Wang Bapi?! He's capable of doing something like this!"
The chilling questions echoed in the darkness, striking the hearts of everyone present.
Yes, Wang the Skinflint... he really is capable of doing such a thing!
"Those who want to die, stay here and wait! Wait to be smashed into mincemeat by stones! Wait to be suffocated to death! Wait to rot here!" Jiang Chan's voice was like a whip, lashing everyone's nerves. "Those who want to live—!"
The beam of light swept across the face, the blinding white light passing over faces that were filled with fear, despair, or numbness, finally settling on an inconspicuous corner on the side of the tunnel, piled with coal slag and gravel.
"—Come with me! I know a 'rat path'! It leads out!" The beam of light in her hand, like a determined finger, pointed straight at that corner.
Wow!
The crowd stirred again.
"Rat's Path? What rat's path?"
"Little Stone...you...you're not lying?" the old, weary voice asked, trembling with doubt.
"I'll risk my life!" Jiang Chan declared resolutely, her beam of light firmly fixed on the pile of coal slag and rubble. "The passageway is buried! Right there! Dig it open! There's a way out! Who has the strength left?!"
A brief silence.
"Me!" The hot-tempered young miner was the first to roar, standing up straight like a cornered beast driven to desperation. "Damn it! I'm going to die anyway! I'll dig!" His name was Zhuzi, he was seventeen years old, and he was incredibly strong.
"Count me in!" Another burly figure stumbled over; it was Li Dachui, around forty years old, taciturn, but very strong.
"And me too!"
"Me too!"
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