Although everyone was filled with enthusiasm, it was only after they actually reached the control area that they realized how difficult the work really was.
Firstly, it was the harsh environment. The middle of the road amidst the low shanties was filled with a variety of garbage, leaving Gu Yu and the others with no place to step.
The most critical issue was that much of this garbage consisted of construction waste; shards of glass and nails were everywhere.
A mere slip could tear and scratch their protective suits, exposing their limbs to the contaminated environment.
Beyond that, there was another crucial point.
That was the language barrier; the refugee camp was a jumble of people, some speaking Bengali, others Burmese.
As for Huaxia and English, they were even less practical here.
Communicating with the residents was akin to playing the lute to a cow, other than using hand gestures.