At this point, everyone's attention was drawn in; the appearance of the first license seemed like a beacon of hope, bringing optimism to the struggling lower-class people.
At least it proved that the license truly existed, and their hard work was not in vain.
The previously gloomy and oppressive atmosphere on the square was swept away, with some contestants even quietly cheering as if they saw a bright future where they obtained the license.
1062 felt as if he were dreaming; amidst the cheers of the crowd, he carefully and cautiously picked up the card at his feet.
Although he couldn't read the words on it, he felt a sense of familiarity towards them.
He held the card to his chest, uncertainly speaking, "Can I go on stage now?"
Not knowing whom to ask, he had no choice but to speak to the camera following him around.
