Mining Group headquarters building.
In the gloomy underground warehouse, a long, heavy-duty truck slowly drove out.
"Going to haul mining machines to the wilderness again today? I heard it's very dangerous outside the city."
The guard at the door took the cargo transportation list from the driver's hand, glanced at it, and verified it through the smart system.
He gazed briefly at the passenger seat, where there seemed to be a shadow sleeping.
"What can I do," the driver, a middle-aged man with an honest face and a sturdy build, passed a thick old cigarette to the guard,
"My daughter is going to junior high, and my wife wants a bigger house, money money money, everything is about money. Although this job is dangerous, earning a little bit more is just that."
"Sigh, none of us have it easy. My kid's also starting elementary school soon."
