Qin Siyang left the kindergarten.
Li Tianming and the others were still discussing the allocation.
Once outside, Qin Siyang thought about how much he had been spending lately and decided to walk to the Sequence Ability Management Bureau.
But then he checked the map at the bus stop.
And gave up.
"Why the hell is Area No. 9's Sequence Ability Management Bureau in such an out-of-the-way place?!!"
It was too far.
Even farther than Safe Zone No. 213 Exit.
Even running there would take him two hours.
He had no choice. A taxi it was.
Since Chang Tianxiang had his phone, Qin Siyang couldn't contact the mute driver from before.
He could only tearfully flag down a taxi on the street.
For the price of one silver coin, it took him to the Administration Bureau.
The most unbearable part was this:
The driver seemed to have worked in traditional comedy and storytelling before the apocalypse.
The man never stopped talking.
Without drinking a drop of water, he chatted at Qin Siyang for a full hour.
He covered everyone in Area No. 9, from high-ranking dignitaries to street vendors and laborers.
It was as if staying quiet would mean letting down the silver coin Qin Siyang had paid him.
So when Qin Siyang got out of the taxi, his head was spinning and his heart was bleeding.
Nothing felt right.
He arrived outside the Administration Bureau.
He had thought the bureau building in Area No. 9 would be much grander than the one in Area No. 14121.
But to his surprise, it was exactly the same.
The same square building, the same three stories.
Even the familiar gray exterior paint was the same, reflecting the bright lights with a dark sheen that was almost black.
"Probably a standardized design from the