At the end of dusk.
Shangbala Mine.
Inside an office in the middle of Living Area No. 3.
Mine owner Hua Erzi sat behind his desk, squinting as he finished reading a letter that someone unknown had placed on his desk.
After reading it, his expression changed several times, as though he were pondering something. Then he stood and searched the room for tools, preparing to burn the letter.
After circling the room twice, he realized something: there was nothing in his office that could start a fire.
In fact, anything capable of starting a fire was strictly controlled throughout the mine.
After all, the mine contained dangerous explosives like Fire Thunder. If someone went mad and sneaked into the warehouse to play with fire, they could blow a whole crowd of people into the sky.
So how was he supposed to destroy the letter? After thinking for a moment, Hua Erzi stuffed the paper into his mouth, chewed it hard, and swallowed it with a deep frown.
He picked up the cup on his desk and gulped down all the water in one go. Wiping the moisture from the corner of his mouth, he straightened his clothes and walked out. Seeing a mid-level mine employee passing outside, he reached out to stop him and said, "Hugheske, notify everyone. There will be a management meeting in half an hour."
"Huh?" Hugheske froze for a moment, then came to his senses and nodded. "Yes, Mine Owner."
Soon, half an hour later, nearly a hundred mine managers had gathered in a huge conference room in Living Area No. 3.
Quite a few of them were panting heavily, having run over from distant mining areas. Others had not even had time to change out of the clothes dirtied in the mines. It