The silt farm next to the Pasemah River was totally silent. There were hundreds of people standing outside the factory building, but not one said a word.
This silence had already been maintained for half an hour. Bill felt like there were hundreds of statues armed with weapons standing in front of him.
Ordinary people would find it difficult to even stand still for 30 minutes, but these people seemed to be able to keep standing there until the end of time.
“Hey, aren’t you bored?” Bill asked.
His words broke the silence. The young man closest to Bill seemed to have suddenly awoken. He turned to Bill and said, “Those who ask this question are usually the ones who’re bored. They’re not interested in knowing whether others are bored.”
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