Escaping the mire of the Outer City was everyone's dream here.
Han Feng said thanks and sat down under the ticket seller's fawning gaze.
He hadn't even settled in when a high-pitched, deliberately enthusiastic voice exploded next to his ear.
"Well, well! Isn't this Han from our old courtyard?"
Han Feng turned his head.
A wrinkled face was practically pressed against his, the smile so wide it distorted the man's features.
It was Uncle Wang, an old neighbor from his days living in the Outer City.
Next to Uncle Wang sat his grandson, Wang Hao.
The young man, who always looked down his nose at people, was now staring daggers at Han Feng, his eyes a mixture of jealousy and confusion.
More accurately, he was staring at the brand-new blue insignia on Han Feng's chest, the one that signified his status as a C Level Technician.
"Uncle Wang, what a coincidence."
Han Feng nodded faintly.
"More than a coincidence! This is destiny!"
