The conference venue that has stood here since the founding of Happiness City has a history of over thirty years.
Ding Yishan walked inside, the sound of his leather shoes echoing on the terrazzo floor, silently calculating the number of times he had attended conferences here.
Perhaps a hundred times, or maybe two hundred times?
He couldn't remember clearly.
All he remembered was during the "Great Expansion Period" years ago, meetings were as frequent as daily meals.
At that time, both the chief and deputy were present at the meetings; he was the deputy, while Regan Karl was the chief.
The two almost ran here daily, the ashtrays in the conference room were perpetually filled, the maps were dotted with little red flags representing new bases, and everyone seemed to have hoarse throats in his memory.
As he took charge of the checkpoint, the Wasteland happened to enter a "Recuperation Period," the knives sheathed, and the frequency of meetings slowly decreased.
