"Over there, that tallest building is the recruitment center. Brother, you're from another place, right? Do you need me to take you there?"
"No, no, you go on with your business. Thanks, man."
Lu Wenwu waved his hand, bid farewell to the suddenly enthusiastic passerby, and strolled away with Mao Mao.
Walking along the street, all kinds of people could be seen in this city.
Everywhere, large screens continuously played advertisements for recruitment of the Yellow Springs Warriors, along with some promotional propaganda on democratic management.
After walking for a while, although Lu Wenwu hadn't learned much in detail, under the strong influence of various programs, he had gained some basic understanding of the so-called managed democracy of the Superhuman Federation.
