Yang Bo suddenly saw the light. No wonder he'd heard last time that many celebrities and politicians neither took Gene Serum nor needed chips. Those people only needed to manage companies or conglomerates.
They didn't need any systematic professional knowledge. Just like the bosses of major companies on Earth, they might not understand the specific technology as long as they knew how to manage people. Perhaps the boss had graduated from a lousy school with a lousy major, but the employees beneath him needed professional skills—maybe bachelor's graduates, overseas-returned PhDs, and so on.
"Let's go." Yang Bo decided to leave. The Energy Detectors throughout the city were a massive threat, and lunatics like Red Earl might return.
Then Yang Bo asked worriedly, "How are residents supposed to go? Space travel is dangerous, isn't it?"
"Yang Bo, residents aren't allowed to travel through space because the cost is too high. If residents travel, it costs five times what other citizens pay. Do you think those residents wouldn't see that as discrimination? In fact, residents were allowed to travel at first, but quite a few objected. Same journey, so why did we residents have to pay more? Some opposition groups also took the chance to stir up trouble, so it was later abolished."
"When residents travel between planets, they wear specially made Protective Suits and sit in specially designed cabins. Even the children of many citizens, including infants and toddlers, can travel between planets."
"Don't worry about our side. I wouldn't bring you all the way there without making proper arrangements for protection during the journey," Fatty Boss said at last, thinking Yang Bo was worried.
Yang Bo asked in confusion, "Boss, doesn't March Star have residents? Why bring people over from here?"
Fatty Boss shook his head. "Yang Bo, before you,