Joe was the sly, quietly devious sort. He had learned nothing good from Deathstroke. People were desperately waiting for the price, yet he rattled on about the commercial like some long-tongued ghost, practically wanting to analyze it frame by frame.
But to keep people from leaving, he also told everyone that for the final Shake-to-Win lottery round, headquarters had allocated another twenty mysterious grand prizes and asked everyone to wait patiently.
The lure of prizes and the pull of curiosity made it impossible for those watching the broadcast to think about anything else.
The Adjutant told the sheriff that, in just the past few minutes, the number of online discussions about Wilson Enterprises had skyrocketed to tens of thousands of times the usual level.
Now, practically anyone would end up talking about the company with relatives and friends. And among young people, failing to mention the new spaceship meant you were "OUT."
"That makes sense. Curiosity about the universe and ambition for the future are more pronounced traits among the young. Centenarians often no longer have ambitions; they prefer staying at home."
Su Ming chuckled. Seeing how well Shake-to-Win had performed upon its debut in 40K, he was satisfied.
The next time they held a product launch, he decided to have people collect the Five Fortunes. The people who had come up with such tricks in his previous life had truly been wicked, but the methods were undeniably useful.
"Once the colonies complete their initial construction, we will open dedicated tourism and transport routes, allowing people to take a public starship to Centaurus for the price of a meal."
The Adjutant repeated Deathstroke's second-stage plan. Naturally, the first-mover advantages gained by allies such as the S.P.E.A.R. Agency and Wakanda had to be firmly preserved.
"Mhm. Notify the Guardians of the