"They even took away the props that many people had worked hard to earn. At that time, everyone was already complaining."
"Everyone was quite happy to know he was dead."
Qiao Xiran's words made Bai Sang nod in agreement.
"I see, he does have quite a lot of props."
Qiao Xiran was overjoyed, "Eat, eat, don't be shy, we can order more if it's not enough."
Ever since the arrival of the ghost stories, Qiao Xiran has been overshadowed by Liu Jian.
He wanted to improve the living conditions of ordinary people, but Liu Jian rejected his idea.
He will always remember Liu Jian's arrogant demeanor back then.
“Those people are already at the bottom of society, what’s the point of saving them?”
But he forgot that he, Qiao Xiran, and many others working in the compound were born into families at the bottom of society; in essence, they were all from the bottom of society.
Fortunately, he is dead.
Qiao Xiran can now realize her ambitions.
"Boss Qiao, I believe you."
Bai Sang raised her teacup to Qiao Xiran.
"You will definitely make this place different from other places."
Qiao Xiran nodded solemnly.
After several rounds of tea, the atmosphere became lively.
Bai Sang has become much quieter, eating meat but not garlic, and chatting happily with Qin Minglang and Qiao Xiran.
When everyone had almost finished eating, Qiao Xiran's expression suddenly became serious.
"I have something I'd like to ask you."
Bai Sang finished the last bite of fish and put down his chopsticks.
She knew there must be something else besides gratitude.
"I would like to ask you to go to the B City Experimental Base to find out about the strange tales."
"Everything you get from it is yours; I only need one experimental notebook."
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