"From now on, it should be called an administrative district, not a black street."
"I'm from Black Street, and I'll call myself Black Street!"
Huang Xiao chuckled wickedly, "Hehe, yesterday the master went berserk in the small garden, even climbing the Sand Dune Tower, forcing all the officials to bow down and the leader to back down. Those big shots chickened out, which is how we Black Street people won back the benefits. You bunch of bastards should cherish this!"
Old Du remarked with emotion, "I never imagined that one day, people on the outer city wall would also have the right to vote."
"Whom should the master tell us to vote for?"
"It's that guy surnamed Chen."
Lin Lang didn't join their discussion. He walked over to the gerbil and said with a half-smile, "Gerbil, you seem very unhappy?"
The gerbil shook its head: "I'm feeling the same way as Lao Du, just like him."
"What are you feeling sentimental about?"
"That dark street where people looked down on us, that dark street where we were bullied and exploited, is gone forever," the gerbil laughed.
Lin Lang sighed, "Yes..."
"Hehe, the administrative units are all in the same place. Boss Gerbil, what position did you get?"
The gerbil said, "Administrative supervisor."
Lin Lang clenched his fist, pointed at himself with his thumb, and laughed, "I'm the mining project manager, we're on the same level."
The gerbil rolled its eyes. "Nonsense, my administrative rank is higher than yours."
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure suddenly emerged from the void and stood before everyone's eyes, his deep blue eyes profound and reserved.
Everyone turned to face him and said in unison, "Greetings, Master!"
Qin Che raised his hand to quell the noise, cleared his throat, and said, "Alright, alright, let's start the meeting!"
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