They continued upstairs to the third floor of the Cultural Palace, where they were separated.
Yang Xiao and about 30 other people were led into a conference room, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder on long benches according to their queue sequence.
Everyone was spirited and sat upright, with their hands flat on their knees, eyes straight ahead. Yang Xiao mimicked them, doing as the Romans do.
"Next, I'll start calling roll. When your name is called, please step forward. The comrades from the logistics department outside will arrange accommodation registration for you." A middle-aged man in a dark blue thick canvas workwear announced before starting the roll call.
Yang Xiao already knew his own name at this moment; he was called Ma Jiefang, written under the big red flower pinned on his chest.
As the names were called one by one and people left, Yang Xiao became a bit restless because there were fewer and fewer people left in the conference room, and soon, only three were left.
