The whole scene looked quite orderly and harmonious.
All the goblin slaves simultaneously swung their pickaxes, then simultaneously smashed them down to the beat of the chant. It was quite pleasing to the eyes, carrying a surreal and hazy artistic atmosphere.
As for the human slaves,
perhaps infected by this atmosphere as well, they gradually joined the chant, responding loudly.
"I want to shout an eight, mining needs to be steady."
"Luo hei..."
...
"..."
Chen Mang stood by the window, expressionless, observing for a moment before taking a sip of water to moisten his lips. He sighed lightly and picked up the intercom on the control panel: "During lunch, prepare a little extra for Doba."
He was genuinely worried.
After shouting all day, these slaves would have dry throats; they should drink more water. Doba... that guy really knows how to work.
He even felt a bit embarrassed.
