Darkstone Code-Chapter 964 - 962: Bullying

In a simple laboratory, three male students were still conducting experiments.

At this moment, 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, women only need to lie down to conquer us!"

This was a dirty joke, full of disrespect towards women, 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 messed up an experiment, everyone’s salary would be deducted, even though the cost of the lost experimental 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."

Someone showed interest in his statement, "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 some laughs in the room, some gloating, others relieved but with some disdain.

The person who had not spoken put down the beaker in his hand, while recording some important data, said, "Work hard, once you have money, you’ll see everyone the same way."

This sentence might have been the biggest encouragement 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 some 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 names listed after the Professor’s—this would depend on how much they could pay to have their names 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 experimental 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 moment they looked like real doctors preparing for surgery.

Outside the production workshop, cameras 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 advertisement!

Lynch spent some money to have that director, who was good at shooting documentaries, make it into a ten-minute documentary called "Where Does It Come From?"

In this documentary, people would see scenes they had never imagined, they would see, with their own eyes, how a fresh tobacco leaf became 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 time, the entire documentary would be played in those roadside shop windows—

In some shop windows, several televisions would be placed, some playing local TV stations, some playing advertisements they filmed, but some 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 time 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 Moment 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 moment, a person with gold-rimmed glasses appeared on the screen, this guy in plaid formal wear looked like a scholar at a glance.

He began to explain why Every Moment had such strict requirements for production, and also slightly criticized other competitors.

For example, he mentioned various factors like dust, bacteria, and humidity in the production environment that could cause certain problems to the taste of cigarettes and the health condition of consumers.

Only cigarettes produced in a production workshop with such strict requirements could better provide their true taste to consumers, ensuring that no unnecessary troubles occur due to some strictness in the process, or problems with the production environment...

"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 something to kill time while waiting for the light, turned back to glance at the window behind him, which was just playing something that looked like a documentary.

Under the explanation of an expert scholar, he finally figured out how the cigarettes in his pocket were produced.

Meanwhile, he also had a doubt, whether Every Moment was really as good and special as this documentary claimed.

He didn’t know, but at that moment, 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 Moment cigarettes, he suspected something went wrong.

When he checked again after work, he vaguely remembered that over half a month ago, Every Moment seemed to have been in a lawsuit with someone.

The lawsuit dragged on until now, supposedly continuing until the end of the month, the reason being Every Moment 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, some strange rumors began to circulate.

For example, someone was jealous of Every Moment’s current development 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 some brainless people who believed it.

For three consecutive days, many people started asking around to find where they could buy the new Every Moment.

At this very special time, TV ads also began to show their strength.

When two beautiful girls appeared in the ring, it caused the Federation men to exclaim.

The surging hormones seemed to have deprived their eyelids of function, as they stared motionlessly at the TV.

Penny and Nelly fought "really," and every time they saw each other’s fist land on the other’s face, the men in front of the TV would exclaim.

At the same time, their faces showed a twisted expression, as if they could feel the pain of being hit and mixed with an inexplicable excitement, like they had some weird fetish.

No one knew what this ad was trying to say, until the end when Penny held a cigarette handsomely, 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 welcome Bupen’s citizens to come and experience."

"Black Gold Venerable, coming soon!"

As soon as the ad aired, people began to inquire about this place, some even went directly there.

After a few days of buildup and brewing, people had an uncontrollable curiosity and impulse for Every Moment, 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 come on the specified date.

When people have expectations, time passes very slowly.

During this slow wait, the opening time finally arrived.

The gentleman who searched half a day and didn’t find anywhere selling Every Moment, for the first time 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.