Global Collapse

[007]: How are things going on your end?

[Fatty]: How are things going over there?

[Xiao Qiao]: Why is there a sheep over there?
In a group chat with ten people, 007 was asking about Gu Mian's situation.

The chubby guy who loves to join in the fun and Xiao Qiao, who likes to repeat her studies, also came over.

The two of them didn't go into the amusement park together; they were probably bored out of their minds outside.

[Gu Mian]: I live in a makeshift tent area, not far from which is a high-class residential area.

[007]: Chu Changge and I saw the truck transporting you and Mr. Green in the live stream on the viewing device. We asked Crazy Building Manager to check the truck's license plate number. After checking, he told us that the lower-class people on your truck were being transported to an upper-class residential area called 'Joyful Heaven'. The upper-class residential area you saw is most likely Joyful Heaven.
Joyful Heaven...

Gu Mian murmured the name to herself; just hearing the name told her that this place was full of joy.

Even though he had already left Crazy Game City, the Crazy Building Manager was still helping him.

Gu Mian suspected that Chu Changge had used malicious words to threaten the mad building manager.

【007】：Chu Changge and I plan to go to Huanyu Tiandu tomorrow using our upper-class identities, and we'll also vote for you guys.

[Fatty]: It's true what they say, a day apart feels like three autumns. Miss 007 and Brother Chu haven't seen the doctor for only half a day, and they're already so eager to visit him? How are we, who haven't seen the doctor for so long, supposed to cope? Doctor, when are you coming back?

The fat guy spends all day posting meaningless things in the ten-person group chat. Over time, everyone has subconsciously started filtering out his messages and treating him like background noise.

007 looked at the two ballots on the table in front of her. She and Chu Changge had upper-class identity cards and had already received the ballots for tomorrow's voting tonight—it was the crazy building manager who brought the ballots to them.

Each person receives two cards. They can either cast both cards for the same person they like, or they can cast them separately.

The ticket in front of me was about the same size as a banknote, with a beautifully drawn crown in the middle. When you touched it, you could even feel the delicate raised texture where the crown was inlaid with gemstones.

Below the exquisite crown, there is a small figure in shadow.

This little person is so small that you can't even see him unless you look closely.

He knelt beneath the crown, his head bowed, as if the magnificent crown itself were a thick, dark cloud to him.

007 speculates that the little figure represents Louis.

Louis taught 007 the profession of animal trainer. Looking at the little figure kneeling with his head down in the shadows, 007 felt a mix of emotions.

Louis no longer possesses the brilliance he once had as a beast tamer.

He felt as if he had become the "beast" he used to play with and amuse others.

If Gu Mian saw the little figure on this ballot, he would definitely say it was Mr. Green.

Because at that moment, Mr. Green's movements were exactly the same as those of the little man.

"Achoo—" He caught a cold and kept sneezing throughout the rest of the night.

Then he said that his head hurts as soon as he lies down. Gu Mian said that this is caused by increased intracranial pressure due to a cold, and that he should be fine as long as he sleeps upright.

He thoughtfully pulled down a hanging rope from the top of the tent so that Mr. Green could put it around his neck and sleep upright.

Mr. Green politely declined Gu Mian's offer and decided to try to fall asleep against the tent wall.

Fortunately, the tents here are all close together, so when Mr. Green leans against the tent wall, the tent next to him can help support him, preventing the tent from collapsing under the weight.

But it turns out that you can't fall asleep while kneeling.

Mr. Green had a agonizing night. He heard the raindrops outside go from heavy to light, and then stop completely. The air was filled with the smell of rain-soaked earth.

Then he heard the chirping of unknown insects outside. Finally, a few melodious bird calls came from outside, and he knew it was dawn.

When I opened the tent door, I saw that the sky was already bright, and the sun was peeking out from the east.

The other lower-class people also gradually got up. Some of them were making a fuss, while others sat in front of their tents, seemingly lost in thought.

This is not a hotel, so breakfast will not be provided for them.

Mr. Green's stomach was growling with hunger.

In fact, he had been starving for several days. He had been living a life of hardship and hunger, which is why he fell ill so easily.

Just then, he heard Gu Mian's voice behind him.

Looking back, Gu Mian was already awake, stuffing the green dog plush toy that had covered him last night back into his guitar case.

The green dog plush toy whimpered twice as if in protest, but Gu Mian still managed to force it inside.

Suddenly, Mr. Green heard a commotion from the crowd outside.

He turned his head and looked outside, and saw two people dressed in white walking towards him from the direction of the upper-class residential area.

"Are you here to take us to the upper-class residential area?" Mr. Green craned his neck to look at them.

The lower-class people in the tent area swarmed around them, and the people in the carriages and under the carriages also climbed out and rushed towards the two upper-class people.

The two men clearly disliked the job; they loudly ordered the lower-class people not to approach them and to line up in order of their numbers.

This is a big project.

There were four trucks parked in this open space, which means there were at least two hundred lower-class people here.

"Number 1000, stand at the front! The rest of you, line up from the back!" one of the upper-class people shouted.

"I am number 1000! I am number 1000!" Immediately, a person of lower social standing in the crowd jumped up, holding up a number sign.

Number 1000 struggled through the crowd, approached the two upper-class people with a fawning smile, and repeated, "I am Number 1000."

The upper-class man frowned, told number 1000 to stand three meters away from him, and then yelled at the crowd behind him: "Hurry up, you bunch of idiots, can't you even line up?"

Gu Mian is number 1118, and Mr. Green is number 1117.

The two of them were positioned towards the back of the line.

The lower-class people adopted a method of counting off. Each time a number was called out, the person representing that number would go to the very end of the line.

This task was done by the first 1000.

He started reading from number 1001, and it took him quite a while to get to Gu Mian and Mr. Green.

After Gu Mian and Mr. Green lined up, it took about half an hour for their two-hundred-person line to be fully formed.

The two upper-class people had long been impatient, and after lining up, they immediately set off with the long queue towards the direction of the City of Joy.

Along the way, Gu Mian saw other teams like theirs, but those long lines were not heading in the same direction as theirs; they were probably going to other upper-class residential areas to campaign for votes.

At this moment, the two superiors had led Gu Mian and her party to a very magnificent gate.

It's no exaggeration to say that this door is just like the gate to the castle where the princess and prince lived in a fairy tale. (End of Chapter)