"Director Huang!"
"Old Luo!"
"Old Meng!"
"You are indeed together!"
"Quick, tell us, what have you found!"
...
The crowd immediately gathered around, eyes shining with complex emotions.
Envy, jealousy, resentment.
Envy their good luck, jealous of their own lack of it, resentful of their existence.
If everyone had poor luck, and no one gained anything, it wouldn't matter.
But their success makes one's own failure stand out, feeling frustrated and unwilling.
Huang Zhengyang and the others looked puzzled, still not realizing what was happening.
Questions buzzed around them like noise, adding to their confusion and disrupting their thoughts.
"Silence!" Zheng Zhenxing shouted.
All activity came to a halt.
Soon after came more jeering: "Little Zheng, you've got quite the temper!"
"With a stroke of luck, you've grown more daring; this is the Imperial Palace, how dare you speak so loud!"
"Hehe, those who've had an adventure really are different!"
