In a simple laboratory, three male students were still conducting experints.
At this mont, one of them complained, "She’s gone to see the Professor again."
The voice was full of grievance and dissatisfaction because he knew why their female classmate was going to see the Professor.
Another young man, who was doing chemical analysis, continued his work and said, "Isn’t that pretty normal?"
"We conquer the world with our abilities, won only need to lie down to conquer us!"
This was a dirty joke, full of disrespect towards won, yet none of the three young students in the room felt any aversion to it, they even thought this was how the world worked.
They had been working for free for the Professor, who supposedly would pay them a salary, and this salary was not low, supposedly based on the Federation’s salary standard for associate researchers.
But in fact, this salary would never really be given to them, instead, it would be deducted for various reasons.
For example, if they ssed up an experint, everyone’s salary would be deducted, even though the cost of the lost experintal materials might only be a few bucks, but they couldn’t argue.
They didn’t accept being exploited like capitalists, or even worse than capitalists, but there were plenty of people outside eager to join in, so they could only endure.
The first person who spoke continued chatting, "At first, I thought she was different from others, that bitch."
Soone showed interest in his statent, "Did you like her before?"
The one who started the topic had no intention of hiding it, nodded, "I tried to pursue her, but I failed."
There were so laughs in the room, so gloating, others relieved but with so disdain.
The person who had not spoken put down the beaker in his hand, while recording so important data, said, "Work hard, once you have money, you’ll see everyone the sa way."
This sentence might have been the biggest encouragent for them, the three stopped chatting and started working more earnestly.
For several days in a row, the data and materials collected were very abundant, and the Professor was also planning to return to the Federation.
The place Nagariel had a lot of benefits, for those studying botany it was like a Celestial Kingdom, but it also had so intolerable problems, like mosquitoes.
It wasn’t so bad while in the lab, they had a pest control and sterilization spray in the hallway, but working in the field was hell.
Those mosquitoes would try every way to get into their clothes and then savor a taste of local specialties from the Federation, followed by being slapped to death.
Everyone had a lot of bumps on them from the mosquito bites.
Now, they were finally going to be free.
After returning and the paper was published, they might get a chance to have their nas listed after the Professor’s—this would depend on how much they could pay to have their nas on the paper, or how much the paper was worth to them.
If they were lucky, they could get the chance to be a second or third author with a few thousand Fed or tens of thousands, if they didn’t have enough money, being an experintal assistant was also fine.
Just as they were packing up their things, the first batch of tobacco leaves had already entered the production phase.
In the clean and tidy production workshop, everyone was wearing those raincoats worn only by doctors during surgery?
Maybe that’s what they’re called, but whatever, pretending to be in a sterile and dust-free room, a group with hoods, masks, wearing those disposable raincoats, with gloves, and rubber shoes were sitting on both sides of the tables.
They were processing the tobacco on the table, very focused, at this mont they looked like real doctors preparing for surgery.
Outside the production workshop, caras were filming.
Everyone’s expressions were very serious because these images would soon appear in front of the public, and it was more than just a regular advertisent!
Lynch spent so money to have that director, who was good at shooting docuntaries, make it into a ten-minute docuntary called "Where Does It Co From?"
In this docuntary, people would see scenes they had never imagined, they would see, with their own eyes, how a fresh tobacco leaf beca a cigarette, and Kleve, which was finally packed into boxes and put on shelves for sale to them.
Since ten minutes is not a short ti, the entire docuntary would be played in those roadside shop windows—
In so shop windows, several televisions would be placed, so playing local TV stations, so playing advertisents they fild, but so would play tapes sent by others.
As long as they paid money, it was a way to make revenue, and the benefits were quite good.
Bupen’s price was a hundred bucks a day, in particularly prosperous areas it might be between a hundred and fifty to three hundred bucks, and each ti it would play for a full twenty-four hours, including late at night.
Anyone could see these things.
Lynch wanted to show the difference between Every Mont and the past, the best way was to demonstrate more professional technology and processes based on the original.
Compared to others’ chaotic factories, this workshop that was temporarily renovated with money was already very beautiful.
Especially those worker-doctors inside, no matter what they were doing, just seeing how they were dressed now, one could feel the difference in the products in their hands.
At this mont, a person with gold-rimd glasses appeared on the screen, this guy in plaid formal wear looked like a scholar at a glance.
He began to explain why Every Mont had such strict requirents for production, and also slightly criticized other competitors.
For example, he ntioned various factors like dust, bacteria, and humidity in the production environnt that could cause certain problems to the taste of cigarettes and the health condition of consurs.
Only cigarettes produced in a production workshop with such strict requirents could better provide their true taste to consurs, ensuring that no unnecessary troubles occur due to so strictness in the process, or problems with the production environnt...
"Is it really that... amazing?", a gentleman waiting for the traffic light by the shop window inadvertently missed several opportunities to cross the street.
He was just trying to find sothing to kill ti while waiting for the light, turned back to glance at the window behind him, which was just playing sothing that looked like a docuntary.
Under the explanation of an expert scholar, he finally figured out how the cigarettes in his pocket were produced.
anwhile, he also had a doubt, whether Every Mont was really as good and special as this docuntary claid.
He didn’t know, but at that mont, he wanted to try it.
Even though he still had more than ten cigarettes in his pocket, he was now impatiently eager to buy a pack and try it.
Unfortunately, he searched all over the stores around his workplace but couldn’t find anyone selling Every Mont cigarettes, he suspected sothing went wrong.
When he checked again after work, he vaguely rembered that over half a month ago, Every Mont seed to have been in a lawsuit with soone.
The lawsuit dragged on until now, supposedly continuing until the end of the month, the reason being Every Mont couldn’t supply enough goods.
But... if they can’t supply, why are they advertising?
This was also what puzzled many people the most, without products, they kept advertising, it was abnormal.
Under such self-reflection, so strange rumors began to circulate.
For example, soone was jealous of Every Mont’s current developnt and planned to end their control over the tobacco market this way.
This kind of nonsense was obviously fake when heard, yet there were still so brainless people who believed it.
For three consecutive days, many people started asking around to find where they could buy the new Every Mont.
At this very special ti, TV ads also began to show their strength.
When two beautiful girls appeared in the ring, it caused the Federation n to exclaim.
The surging hormones seed to have deprived their eyelids of function, as they stared motionlessly at the TV.
Penny and Nelly fought "really," and every ti they saw each other’s fist land on the other’s face, the n in front of the TV would exclaim.
At the sa ti, their faces showed a twisted expression, as if they could feel the pain of being hit and mixed with an inexplicable excitent, like they had so weird fetish.
No one knew what this ad was trying to say, until the end when Penny held a cigarette handsoly, lit it, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.
As the scene panned, people also noticed at the bottom of the screen, a line of words appeared—
"The brand new direct store experience opens fully this month on the xth, we welco Bupen’s citizens to co and experience."
"Black Gold Venerable, coming soon!"
As soon as the ad aired, people began to inquire about this place, so even went directly there.
After a few days of buildup and brewing, people had an uncontrollable curiosity and impulse for Every Mont, they wanted to take a puff and feel its magic now.
But unfortunately, the outside of the store was wrapped tightly in canvas, it looked like it was under renovation, people didn’t even have the chance to peek inside.
The staff also hinted, please co on the specified date.
When people have expectations, ti passes very slowly.
During this slow wait, the opening ti finally arrived.
The gentleman who searched half a day and didn’t find anywhere selling Every Mont, for the first ti this year got up around six, arriving early ready to be the first to enter the store for a taste.
To his surprise, outside the store, there was a group of people laying out mats, and the line...
Stretched very far!
He quickly ran to the end of the line, watching more people gathering around him, his anticipation for the cigarettes he was about to sample grew even greater.
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