That had already made things quite clear.
Put in modern terms, it meant using cheap technology to monopolize the market, then bleeding people dry through essential follow-up maintenance.
But knowing that was one thing; there was really nothing they could do about it.
There was only one Paradise. Even those in other states were merely branches. If they wanted to survive, they had to hire a barrier from them. And after that... there was no need to say more. They would basically be at others' mercy.
Zhou You said nothing more. He hoisted a log onto his shoulder and asked John beside him, "I think I get it now—where am I supposed to move this thing afterward?"
"So you also... huh? You accepted that already?" John tugged at his goatee in surprise, but he still said, "Forget it, stack it over there. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can grab something to eat. After that, it won't be our problem anymore."
Even without Xia'er urging them on, the platform was completed quickly. The entire stage was then covered in red cloth, leaving only the actors Xia'er had designated to handle the finishing touches.
The rest took advantage of the brief lull to hurriedly eat.
Though it was called food, it was really just something like toothpaste—much like the stuff in old science fiction novels. Chewing it felt like chewing rubber, and as for the taste...
...it tasted even more like rubber.
After great effort, Zhou You swallowed the inhuman stuff, tossed the tube back into the recycling bin, and remained where he was, staring blankly at the flickering campfire.
Yet no one would even give him that little bit of free time.
He had barely been sitting there for a moment when a duck-like voice sounded beside him.
"We're