Once again, the drizzle began falling from the sky, accompanied by distant thunder.
Under the erosion of cold and dampness, the crowd gathered in the mud grew more frantic, with those at the front shaking the barbed wire fiercely. Faces twisted in agitation, their original appearances obscured beyond recognition.
"Come on, big brother, give us a break!"
"I was just here yesterday."
"We're visiting relatives, really, if you don't believe, I can call him out..."
"What are you up to? I'm here to place an order!"
Screams, shouts, even low cries and calls, merged into a wave of noise that annoyed everyone. At the gap between the barricades and the wire, the management team was being pushed and pulled, constantly shouting back, repeatedly pushing away the hands that reached out, nearly overwhelmed.
At last, they saw Old Gou appear, and for a moment, it seemed like a sigh of relief.
