"Dormitory 3208!"
Upon hearing the number announced through the loudspeaker, Zhao Qianju and the five others shivered.
Even though they had mentally prepared themselves long ago, when it was truly time for them to collect their wages, even the dorm leader Zhao Qianju found himself a bit at a loss.
He was a tailor by trade, and collecting money wasn't a new experience for him.
But never had he felt as anxious as he did today.
The six of them glanced at one another, and finally, Zhao Qianju gritted his teeth and took the lead to step forward.
The wages were being dispensed by a woman who looked like an accountant, probably in her thirties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses.
She glanced at them and, using a simultaneous translation device, asked:
"Which one is Chen Ahua?"
Ah Hua obediently raised his hand, "It's me."
