"I never thought we'd still have to work even amidst the vast sea of stars," Dongcheng leaned against the window, holding a cup of coffee in his hand. As he sipped, he spoke to the woman beside him.
The woman's name was Ye Xingxun, and she held a glass of milk, appearing as though she had just woken up not long ago. Yawning and sipping her milk, she responded after hearing Dongcheng, "If you're dead, you don't need to work."
Dongcheng chuckled and said, "Sorry, but now even the dead have to work. My dad told me that they're rolling out big cultivation and production down there. Since it's physical labor, there are only six hours of work a day, counted in labor credits... which is actually the currency down there, but it's purely credit money."
"...How boring," Ye Xingxun said indifferently, turning her head away.
