Xiao Zhi's sun-kissed, dark little face wore a knowing expression as she shook her head. "Big brother, no, you drink.",Clenching his fists, Xiao Lin forced a smile and said,,The long line stretched for hundreds of meters. After a rough estimate, there were probably hundreds of people registered. Xiao Lin was in the middle of the queue, feeling a little uneasy. He had seen with his own eyes how several elderly applicants were turned away. He understood that these elders wanted to use their lives to buy their families a chance to survive. There were also some young men, even thinner than Xiao Lin, who were sent back to the refugee ranks.。