At Old Feng's words, after a brief silence, the surrounding crowd immediately erupted.
Someone instantly shouted, "How come something this good didn't happen at our factory? That guy's luck is insane!"
"Who would've thought that at a time like this, someone would still dare commit crimes against the wind? The nerve..."
"The Honor Roll?!"
"Isn't that basically a death-exemption gold token?!"
"With that thing, no one will dare bully him ever again."
"Bully him? In Great New these days, does anyone even dare bully people?!"
"If the Black-Clad Guard finds out, they'll be branded as tyrants. They won't even know how they died."
"..."
The crowd chimed in one after another, like ten thousand ducks all quacking at once.
As for armed training and the like, they simply ignored it.
That was because it had started long ago; the only thing missing from the training had been firearms.
Now, however, because the blast furnaces had been extensively upgraded, both the quantity and quality of steel had risen. Naturally, the number of fine products refined by Daoists was still limited, but ordinary firearms with a range of only fifty meters could now be mass-produced.
These firearms had no magazines and had to be reloaded after every shot, but they were already sufficient for arming workers.
If anything unusual truly happened—for instance, if the front lines ran short on troops, or enemy units infiltrated deep into Great New's heartland to carry out sabotage—local officials could easily rally a force with fighting capability.
Of course, the workers did not think that far ahead. Compared to that, the Honor Roll was far more appealing to them.
The Honor Roll had existed for a long time, but under the normal process, the standards for selection were extremely high. One either had to make enormous contributions