As it turned out, no matter how miserable their lives were at present, humans still carried fantasies of a better life at all times.
Whether in modern society or the post-apocalyptic wasteland.
Those who pursued the future would always make up the majority.
Before the first batch of immigrants from Spirit Dragon Territory had even all boarded the train, a dense crowd suddenly appeared outside the suburban railway station, seemingly from nowhere. There were at least two or three thousand people.
They stood far away and did not dare approach. They merely watched as the immigrants disappeared into the train cars one after another.
"Brother Gong, should we go and promote it?"
A publicity-department member carrying flyers came over, looking eager to give it a try.
"No need. Since they don't dare come over, it means their minds aren't made up yet." Gong Liang watched for a while before shaking his head. "Let's wait. They're waiting too—for news from this first batch of immigrants."
Indeed.
Five hundred people was not many.
But they carried the gazes of three thousand, five thousand, or even more people.
As the first people to take the plunge, everyone with any sense knew that once the news they sent back was good news,
the wasteland would undergo a tremendous transformation.
Before long, the train finally began moving slowly in the silent atmosphere. Chugging along the tracks, it headed straight for Bao Yu County.
Inside the train.
At first, many immigrants looked nostalgically out the windows, watching Spirit Dragon Territory gradually disappear from sight.
But after a while, curiosity and excitement took the upper hand.
Each of the five hundred immigrants received a copy of Treasure Fish Guide, more than thirty pages thick.
"Friends who have newly joined Bao Yu County, please keep this guide safe.