"Yes!"
The thin man named Heit nodded vigorously after hearing Lance's words and said excitedly, "Brother Lance, I understand. Don't worry, I will try my hardest, I will definitely strive with all my might.
Winkle Chairman is a great man; I wish him good health and long life.
Though I might be a bit slow, I believe that with my efforts, one day I'll be able to gather enough people to become Vice President, to become a great person like Chairman Winkle."
"It's good that you have this mindset. Alright, we have arrived; let's go inside." In front of a dilapidated house, the tall Lance stopped and spoke to the thin Heit.
Heit nodded, nervously adjusted his dry linen old clothes, shook the mud off his shoes, and cautiously followed the tall Lance into the house.
