In his eyes, a deep yearning flashed, "Firewood rarely receives your signals directly; they're mostly brought by outsiders as recorded broadcasts. I listened to your celebration broadcast last time, with singing, dancing, storytelling, and even children's performances... much more interesting than here. Besides technical lectures, we only have defense reports, disaster warnings, and various threats. Life is so bleak!"
"When I'm old and can't work anymore, I'll go to Happiness City to retire, and enjoy the kind of immortal days where I can bask in the sun in the square and nap to the sound of songs."
"Hehe."
Cheng Ye chuckled twice, suddenly feeling that the Inner City model of Happiness City wasn't entirely pointless.
To these outsiders, it's quite attractive, isn't it?
"If you're thinking of coming to our place, why not try to live inside Firewood Track Mountain?"
