Little Black immediately thumped his chest when he heard they were eating at the Haihua Feast, boldly declaring that he could afford to split the taxi fare with them.
Xiao Yun was already too exhausted to complain about this stingy, dirty-footed black man boasting so generously about splitting the taxi fare. She simply sat in the passenger seat, intending to get farther away from that aura of poverty.
During the ride, the two women in the back chattered excitedly about what delicious dishes they would get to eat later, while Guo Xiaoyun sank into deep thought.
The mess in Fifth City naturally wasn't worth her time or energy. Choosing Mister for that place had been part of the plan from the start. D-Earthlings had incredibly high potential, but not everyone could become a lord, an adventurer, or a top figure in their field. The future interstellar market would certainly be able to support that demand, but not now. For now, they needed a batch of D-Earthlings willing to do basic work.
There was a shortage of intermediate-level blacksmiths, leatherworkers, mechanics, chefs, and workers in similar professions. Even with the part-time-work model, there was still a shortage. Some people had to give up their adventures and dreams entirely and willingly become intermediate producers or operators.
For D-Earthlings who had entered with dreams in their hearts, it was probably impossible to make them volunteer. Since they wouldn't volunteer, the only option was to manipulate them.
Thus, Fifth City had actually been designed from the beginning to incubate intermediate producers. For that reason, they had deliberately used Mister to recruit large numbers of Indians with relatively low genetic sequences, so they wouldn't waste the higher bloodline quality of Central China Players or Asian Players.
Of course, Xi Ye couldn't handle this kind of