Manufacturing a Focal Point

"Mr. Lin Qi..."

The Female Manager entered the room and immediately knelt on the floor, her face full of guilt. "On behalf of Every Moment, I offer you and your companion our most sincere apologies!"

She bent at the waist and lowered her head, pressing her forehead against the carpet in the cabin.

As long as one wasn't an idiot, anyone could sense that things were slipping out of control aboard the ship these past few days.

Since this was on a ship rather than their home turf, the Federation's wealthy elites mostly stayed in their rooms and avoided going out. They had people deliver everything they needed, from food and drink to answering nature's call.

This made it easier for the Captain to control and manage the ship, but it had also quietly placed enormous pressure on everyone.

Pressure was probably a lot like "the more you endure it, the angrier you get." If it wasn't released at the beginning, it easily formed an internally high-pressure environment.

People were unwilling and afraid to leave their "cramped" cabins casually, causing that pressure to build rapidly. That was what had led to the young man's outburst today.

His outburst became an outlet for everyone else's pressure and emotions. From the contents of his conversation with the First Mate, many people had arrived at roughly the same answer.

The ship was still under control, and its speed had been increased. This clear direction allowed everyone to breathe a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterward, they sent their respective client managers to calm everyone down.

Looking at the Female Manager kneeling on the floor, Lin Qi seemed to have forgotten to tell her to stand. "How much longer until we dock?"

Without Lin Qi's summons, the Female Manager didn't dare rise on her own.