Above Ten Thousand People 소설 & 이야기

A man's feathery voice called from the crowd and everyone broke out in hushed tones. "Ten million going once, going twice, going thri..." "Twenty million."

"Although the young master can't stand, he is amazing. 70% of White City's people are working in the White family's business. He solved the problem of so many people alone." When it came to Thera, her eyes lit up and she was full of pride. 60%? This was indeed not a small number. "How many people are there in the whole White City?" Stacy asked again. "About fifty or sixty thousand yuan. I'm not sure either." Mary helped her sit down. "Be slower." Stacy followed her to raise her leg and put it on the bed. She looked at her and said, "Have you been to somewhere else? For example, Bolenton City. Do you know that you are far away from here?"

That was all he said as he left the room. I followed after him. She shows me the warehouses first, in case I decide to eat something. Food could wait. "How many people are living in this bunker?" "Nine hundred and ninety-five people at last count." My mouth falls open. "You have nearly a thousand people living here. Isn't that too much in one location? What if the council finds out? " He taps the metal wall. "We're ready for them. The reason is that we expanded, so we had a lot of arrivals. Our number was a heavy hit the other day. "

This is insane. I thought I had it under control, but I didn’t expect the night to be like this. It wasn’t because of all the people that were here in the arena, though it had to be at full capacity, which was around two hundred and fifty thousand people, give or take about ten.

he points out and I want to point out that so does he but I don’t . “Jethro’s pack is closed pack and they don’t entertain visitors, it’ll be easy to fish out spies.” I tell him but I think he already knows that. “They have a population of almost ten thousand, do you really think, it’ll be that hard to sneak in. If you’re not confident enough in your warriors , you could go yourself.” I blame myself for trying to hear out his opinions. “Why are you so quiet? Are you thinking about my idea!”

"I'm so happy to see all of you. I know how that sounds, talking to over two-thousand people, but it's true." Melinda looked around. Could there really be that many people? The brochure had said they had about one thousand rooms, and as she paid attention to the family units seated at the many tables, there were mostly pairs, but there were somewhere a mother had come with two or even three of her sons.

What happened that night ten years ago? ******************************************

Diego asked the three people around him. Alen immediately tried to remember, but Riley was quicker, "Last year there were around 3200 people registering and they only accepted 1000 people. This year I think there will be more. You can see the number of our train carriages has been increased by a few. It's possible that this year there will be more than 4000." Diego gaped, "So, you're saying we have to compete with that many people?" "1000 out of 4000 people. My head immediately throbbed thinking about how we should compete," Alan added.

"Sarah already told me you'd say that too." At 6:30 AM, Sarah and Garrett brought the telemetry to the table and the scale of it made the chamber go quiet in a different way than exhaustion had. "Sixteen packs," Sarah said. "But it's not sixteen military units. It's communities." She pulled up the count. "Families, elders, artisans. Livestock. We're estimating close to nine thousand individuals total, moving along the southern trade routes at whatever pace the slowest part of each group can manage."

The tension kept building. They weren’t slowing down. Neither of them. Nicole shifted below me, clearly getting restless. "This is going nowhere," she muttered. And she was right. It wasn’t. Neither of them looked like they would stop. "Nine million," Zyran said. Rune smirked. "Ten million." Silence crashed into the hall. Ten million. No one else even breathed. The host swallowed nervously. "Ten million—" "Eleven million." Zyran’s voice cut in smoothly.