Early morning.
Li Niu yawned as he walked out of the workers' dormitory.
As usual, he first carried an aluminum basin to the communal washbasin to freshen up, then went to the factory gate to collect two steamed buns. He planned to finish eating them standing up before heading inside to work.
It had been two or three months since Li Niu joined No. 81 Steelworks and became a proud worker.
When the crisis of the Bonechewer Tribe's invasion came and the steelworks expanded production, his diligence, willingness to work, and quick learning soon earned him a promotion from the factory director.
By now, Li Niu had risen from an odd-job worker to a foreman overseeing five or six people. He knew the operating guide and safety manual issued by the factory by heart. Not only had his monthly salary doubled, but the shelter residents had even equipped him with a VM.
As everyone knew, only the factory's most essential employees were qualified to wear a VM and communicate directly with those omnipotent shelter residents.
For wastelanders living around here, the VM worn on one's arm was not merely a communication tool. It was also a symbol of status.
It meant recognition!
If nothing unexpected happened, he might even become a workshop supervisor next year.
In fact, it wasn't just Li Niu. More and more Bette Street residents had recently come here to find work, and hardly anyone was still scavenging or hunting.
He heard that Yu Hu had even become the president of the Hunters' Guild?
But Li Niu wasn't envious.
For one thing, Yu Hu really was skilled at hunting. For another, Li Niu was quite satisfied with his current life.
No matter what kind of work they did, they all had bright futures ahead of them!
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