Linjiang City.
"Engineer Wang, how much longer until the equipment's fixed?!"
Inside the building, several young staff members anxiously watched the three workers suspended outside.
Faced with the television station's urging, a rather thin man among the three workers hanging outside merely gave a vague reply:
"Almost done, almost done!"
As he repaired the building's outdoor screen, which had been smashed earlier, the man glanced at the technician who was practically frantic, then turned and muttered to the coworker suspended beside him:
"Brother Zhao, what's got these people in such a hurry?"
"The city's almost empty. Who's even gonna watch?"
As he spoke, the man recalled the text message he had received not long ago. In a rare move, the authorities had urged the public to tune in to radio and television broadcasts immediately.
But this wasn't the first time something like this had happened. Unless something unexpected occurred, they would just be told to trust the government and not believe rumors again.
"Brother Zhao, say something. When are you planning to leave?"
"Everyone says if we stay in the city, that thing might drag us in. Did you see that school they sealed off? The blood inside's almost dried up."
"I'm not leaving. You can go if you want."
Ignoring Skinny Monkey, Zhao Hongbin silently replaced the damaged display panel.
Seeing that nothing could sway him and that he seemed determined to stay, Skinny Monkey sighed. He knew why Brother Zhao was doing this.
"Are you still thinking about your boy? I'm telling you, I saw them hauling bodies out that day. A lot of soldiers died in there."
"Your boy's so frail, he probably didn't make it either. Even the officials are running. I heard there's gonna be a war soon, too. Honestly, we'd be better off..."
"They're