"Don't make fun of me, Pig Train Captain."
Biaozi shook his head and smiled wryly, wiping the water from the corner of his mouth after finishing a bottle of mineral water: "Whoever buys a Train Order, neither of us would. We both know our own characters well, we couldn't sit steadily in that position."
"What's more."
"Haven't you played MMORPGs?"
"Joining a big guild in an MMORPG is much more rewarding than creating a small guild on your own."
"Alright, I'll stop chatting with you, I'm off to continue my patrol."
With that, Biaozi took the guard's food, greeted Old Pig, and left. The train now had quite a few benefits, but all of them depended on the residents working diligently.
If you work well, you'll be rewarded.
But if you try to slack off, you won't even be able to dig out the basic 10 units of iron ore in a day.
Then sorry, apart from bread, there are also batons on the train.
The former can fill you up, the latter can keep things clean.
