Life Dungeon Game

His gaze was calm. "I hope this isn't the last time we meet."

He Ao got into the SUV, paused for a moment, and said softly,

"I hope."

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Christos returned to the transport plane, which then rose into the air and flew towards Wetland.

Next, he will embark on a short 'visit' to Waitland.

This visit was only arranged yesterday, at least for the Whitland city government. Christos, who was visiting a city in the central Federation, suddenly decided to cross half of the Federation to make a short visit to Whitland, which caught them somewhat off guard.

However, they couldn't refuse. This was the first time in a century that the mayor of Dawn City had come to Whitland. If they refused, it would seem as if they had lost face.

"Professor Jess, how did you come to know Christos?"

Sitting inside the SUV, DeSanke looked at He Ao with some curiosity.

“We have a mutual friend. I briefly told him about you, and he agreed to come and visit.”

He quickly summarized what he had done in a reply, then looked at DeSanke and asked, "What was it like to meet Christos?"

"To be honest, I'm a little excited."

DeSanker smiled. He had a feeling that the reality was probably not as simple as Heo made it out to be, but since Heo didn't elaborate, he didn't press the matter.

“I never imagined I would get so close to Christos and talk to him all night. He shared a lot of experience with me, and I really benefited a lot.”

He paused for a moment, then continued, "But now my mindset is much more stable. I feel that my ability to cope has greatly improved. Even if K suddenly appeared next to me at this moment, I shouldn't be surprised."

No, you will.

He Ao turned his gaze to the window. "How do you feel about the election?"

"Actually, I'm still a little worried,"

DeSanker lowered his gaze and glanced at the rising sun in the sky. "Even if Christos is willing to endorse me, the citizens of Wetterland may not necessarily be willing to support me."

The so-called "stamping" refers to politicians from the same party or faction, who have high approval ratings, or who hold higher positions and have more seniority, expressing their support for younger generations.

Some offered verbal support, some appeared directly at the campaign site, and some introduced themselves to their constituents at their own campaign events.

In short, it's about using the influence of the older generation to endorse newcomers.

If DeSanker were running for senator in Dawn City or a city in the surrounding area, Christos's campaign would be unbeatable, but unfortunately he's in Waitland.

“Professor Jess, you also know,”

DeSanchez spoke slowly, and as the initial excitement of seeing Christos faded, he began to ponder deeper questions.

"As the two largest cities at opposite ends of the Federation, the relationship between Witland and Dawn City is not very friendly. They are both vying for each other's consumer market and raw material supply."

"The central city that Christos just visited is in the traditional sphere of influence of Wetland. In Wetland's long-term propaganda, Dawn City has always had a negative image."

“Now both Star Pharmaceuticals and Huiermei Medical Consortium are trying to suppress me. They have enough money to control most of the media in the city. Even if Christos endorses me, it won’t have any effect if the news doesn’t get out.”

"That's not a problem."

He Ao shook his head slightly.

"Professor Jess, do you have a solution?"

DeSanke looked at Heo with some surprise.

He Ao gazed at the rising sun, "People aren't really blindfolded and can't see the morning sunlight."

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Chapter 592 The Sun Rises (Mega Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

"This morning, Mayor Christos of Dawn City arrived at Whitland Tillison Airport on his private plane and was warmly welcomed by Mayor Swain of the city. It has been 113 years since the last visit of the Mayor of Dawn City to Whitland."

"Today, two city leaders from opposite ends of the Federation have gathered together once again."

In the cold, cramped little room, a young man dressed in rough work clothes, who was idly scrolling through videos, suddenly sat up, jumped off the bed, and bumped into the simple partition wall next to him.

He subconsciously pulled his foot back, then bent down to check if the paint on the partition wall was intact.

After confirming that there was no problem with the paint, he stood up and pushed open the wooden door to the room.

Directly in front of the wooden door is a narrow corridor. One side of the corridor is a white painted wall, and the other side is a row of small wooden doors, behind which is a small room.

Many cheap plastic signs with different slogans were hanging on the painted wall.

The sign directly opposite the young man's door reads:

Please cherish public spaces.

After walking a few steps, there was another plastic sign.

Protecting the walls is everyone's responsibility. If the walls are severely damaged, you will need to pay for the paint repair yourself.

After walking a few more steps, there was a room with an open door, and several figures were moving around inside.

The young man glanced inside.

This room was much larger than the room where the young man lived. A row of low stoves was built along the wall, with induction cookers densely packed on them, and range hoods covered in greasy black oil on top of the cookers.

There was a sign hanging at the entrance to the room.

[The kitchen induction cooker is limited; please use it at your own pace.]

Several identical warning signs were also hanging on the range hoods inside.

The induction cooker has a positioning chip installed; theft is illegal, and double compensation will be awarded.

The young man withdrew his gaze and continued forward.

The next room after the kitchen had its door closed, and intimate sounds could be heard coming from inside.

I've seen the young couple who rented this room before.

The two of them rent a room together, and the rent is much lower than that of the young man.

After walking a few more steps, the sounds of the young couple's affectionate voices gradually faded away, and loud, blaring game music came from ahead.

"Tank, Tank, is your brain filled with shit? Does the waterworks need to invite you over every day to have a hole drilled in your brain so you can refill their water supply? Did you get dizzy from sitting on that rocking chair with sticks stuck in it in the park? Is that the kind of movement a human could make? This is it! This is it!? I risked my life to gain an advantage, and you just threw it away?"

The young man knew this tenant; they were colleagues from the same factory, and the young man had introduced him to this apartment.

This colleague is very good at showing concern for other people's immediate family members in games.

However, he is a very good person in real life. He often covers for colleagues who have family matters to attend to, and he even lends money to people in the factory who cannot afford their rent.

The door to the room was open, and as the young man passed by, his colleague, who was playing games inside, saw him.

"Morning."

The young man waved to his colleague.

He greeted them.

"morning."

His colleague greeted him with a smile, then he picked up the headphones next to him, put them on, and the surrounding space became quiet.

Walk a few more steps forward, and you'll see plastic signs hanging on the walls of the corridor.

Please do not play music loudly or make loud noises. Please keep quiet in public spaces.

The young man stopped in front of the sign, turned around, faced the door opposite the sign, and gently knocked. "Uncle Joe! Uncle Joe! Are you there?"

"I'm coming!"

The door opened, and George, wearing only his underwear, raised his wristband, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the young man.

“Bock, it’s only ten o’clock, it’s not lunchtime yet. Don’t tell me you’re planning to squeeze into that kitchen that’s even more crowded than a bus during rush hour. Do you think you can outrun those aunties? These two cleaning robots, weighing the same as us, can be lifted into a customer’s house with one hand!”

The "aunties" that Job mentioned are the housekeepers who live on the same floor and are the main users of the communal kitchen.

"That's not what I came here to talk about,"

Poker raised his bracelet and showed his friend the news clip, "Look, Kristos, Kristos, he's in Wetland!"

"Christos?"

Job paused for a moment, then his eyes widened slightly. "Who did you say? Christos?"

"look!"

Poker excitedly handed the bracelet to his friend, then shoved his friend inside.

"Hey, hey, don't get so close to me, or I'll start to question your sexual orientation!"

Job pushed Poker aside, took a few steps forward, and browsed the news in Poker's hand.

The news article wasn't long; he quickly read the key information, then sat back on the bed and tossed the bracelet back to his friend. "It was just a temporary visit, what's there to be happy about?"

"Christos! It's Christo!"

Poker paused, looking at Job with a mixture of excitement and confusion.

"Oh,"

Job sat on the bed. His room was slightly larger than Poker's. Besides a single bed, there was room for a small wardrobe and a small window next to the bed, but that was about it.

He reached into the tangled blankets and pulled out his bracelet, which was playing a sexy dance video of a female news anchor.

"So? Is it because he has big breasts or a nice butt that you're so excited?"

"I?"

Poker was taken aback by the question. "Didn't you know? I told you before that he pushed for the accident insurance bill and lowered medical costs in Dawn City..."

"Um, so what?"

Job looked up from the female anchor and glanced at Poker. "What can he bring us? Can he get the gentlemen of the Westland Council to pass the accident insurance bill? Or can he get the 'great philanthropists' of Wyrmex to reduce the cost of our cold medicine?"

"I."

Poker opened his mouth, but ultimately deflated like a punctured balloon and sat down next to Job.

"Hey, don't move!"