"Have you got a quota for you to enter the city?" Zhao Yang frowned.

"No!" Xu Jieli's eyes flashed with helplessness and said, "But his father has been seeking the position of deputy squadron leader recently. If he succeeds, the quota problem will not be too big!"

Zhao Yang nodded and said, "That's good!"

"But you are amazing. You just got the fifth-class merit. Professor Li treats you so well!" Xu Jieli glanced at Zhao Yang and sighed a little.

"Good luck!" Zhao Yang shrugged.

"Then you have to come on and make money!"

Xu Jieli showed a rare smile on her cold face, waved her fists, and sighed: "Listen to my dad, you should enter early in this inner city!"

"So too!" Zhao Yang turned his head to look at Xu Jieli, looked at the perseverance on his pretty face, shook his head, and said, "I'm really embarrassing you!"

"Nothing!" Xu Jieli lowered her head, then smiled and said, "Although Changlin has a bad temper, she treats me well. If his father can become the deputy squadron leader now, my family will have a better life in the future!"

Zhao Yang was silent for a moment, then nodded.

The two of them kept the same distance, and after walking for half an hour, they arrived at the South City Gate, and there were already people standing outside the city gate.

A pioneer team has already set out to walk deep into the mountains.

Looking at the pioneer teams in front of him, Zhao Yang was still a little shocked when he stood at the city gate.

It is these people, year after year, day after day, that bring new food, new medicine, and new hope to Johor Bahru.

The farmers also walked in groups towards the right. There was a farm in Johor Bahru City, which provided the daily living needs of millions of people in Johor Bahru City.

As these teams gradually left, the outside of the southern city gate gradually became empty.
Chapter completed!