The announcement of the immigration policy attracted widespread attention...
In front of the noticeboard, a staff member from the Propaganda Department faced the gathering crowd and loudly read out its contents.
"Anyone intending to immigrate can register at the desk over there. This round of immigration will give priority to those with skills or professional expertise. Everyone else will be handled according to the order of registration."
The moment the staff member finished speaking, the crowd erupted into an uproar. A huge number of people surged toward the registration desk without the slightest hesitation.
"Old Wang, damn it! Old Wang!! You decided to immigrate without even thinking about it? To the south?!"
The man, who had nearly been swept away by the crowd, stared in disbelief at Old Wang, who was forcing his way forward through the throng. The scene was practically a sea of people, forcing every member of the city's guard squad to turn out and maintain order.
"Of course! I've already made up my mind!"
The man was dumbfounded by this reply. He stood there stupidly for a moment before being completely shoved away by the crowd.
In the end, he simply walked over to the flower bed and sat down.
After some time passed, the man realized in bewilderment that the line had not only failed to shrink, but had grown longer and longer.
Just then, the middle-aged man he had called 'Old Wang' came out. His steps were light, and he hummed an unknown tune, clearly in an excellent mood.
The moment he saw the other man emerge, the man could not help going over again.
"You really made up your mind just like that?"
"Of course!"
Old Wang gave him a firm answer, then looked at the coworker standing in front of him with