"Chen, we're all ready!" Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Great!" Ye Chen took a deep breath and said, "Brothers, at the end of the year, I'll be waiting for you here, waiting for your return, waiting for your good news."
"Yes!" Everyone nodded, each standing tall like they were about to embark on something extraordinary.
Soon, a number of trucks arrived. These trucks weren't for long-distance travel but for carrying them. The first to set off was Feng Zhixiao, who picked two hundred people and then boarded the truck, bidding farewell to everyone, "Wang Ba, Tieniu, Dahei, brothers, Feng Zhixiao will go first, and by the end of the year, I'll let you all taste the local specialties of Shanghai!"
"Haha, you better not sneak back alone in disgrace!" Everyone laughed out loud.
"Tch, no kind words when seeing me off!" Feng Zhixiao snorted coldly.
