"It hadn't been two minutes since the decree was issued, and Chu Guang hadn't even walked away from the notice board, before he was surrounded by excited players."
"Manager, how should I write the application?"
"Dawn, is there a limit on the type of businesses? Can I do any type of industry?"
"I want to build a greenhouse and grow vegetables!"
"I want to make a generator!"
"I want to open a toilet!"
"I want to sell poop!"
"Damn! Are you crazy?"
"..."
There was always a player who said what Chu Guang wanted to say, which saved him the trouble of making sarcastic comments.
To maintain order, Chu Guang raised his hand, motioning for the players to quiet down, then he cleared his throat and continued seriously.
"If you want to apply for industrial land, please submit a written application. Verbal applications will not be accepted!"
