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Little Chuan had prepared over a hundred buckets for Little Gen, each filled to the brim with filth. The workers had grumbled and gagged their way through the job. The pay was good, yes, but no amount of silver could make that kind of work pleasant.
The crowd that had been circling the Pure Conduct Society scattered at once. They fled in all directions, clutching their sleeves over their noses, terrified that even a single drop might touch them.
The filth was not the only thing Little Chuan had prepared. Every trick, every hidden device, every nasty little surprise used in the fight outside the cinema had been arranged ahead of time by Little Chuan and his crew. That was why everything had gone so smoothly.
Seeing that the time was about right, Li Banfeng gave the order. "Ring the bell."
That was how things were usually done when a film began. Little Chuan quickly spoke up from the side. "Master Qi, that's not how it works here. In Blackstone City, we use a whistle."
This cinema was connected to the neighboring factory's steam pipes. In winter, it was used for heating, and at other times, it was used for cleaning and disinfection. Once the valve was opened, the steam whistle would sound. Every cinema in Blackstone Slope used a whistle instead of a bell.
In fact, it wasn't just the cinemas. The entire slope ran on steam. Some households kept their own boilers, puffing away like stubborn old beasts. Others simply bought steam from the factories. Either way, every home had pipes running through it, hissing and sighing at all hours.
The whistle shrieked through...
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