A certain guesthouse in Taiji Town.
Richard and his team were tensely working on post-production video in the cramped room, the atmosphere was quite gloomy, even though they had confirmed in advance that no one was eavesdropping, they couldn't help but lower their voices.
All was silenced except for the clicking sounds of mouse and keyboard strokes.
Both inns and hotels had stopped admitting them, not even for thrice, five times the price.
Perhaps the hoteliers wanted to make money, but earning this money might mean they could never set foot in Taiji Town again.
Seventy percent of the villagers here were fishermen who got rich by selling dolphins, and their anger could drown the whole of Taiji Town.
The entire world was targeting them.
Richard couldn't help but worry about Jerret and Mond, who had worked through the night again: "There's no need to rush like this, take a rest."
"Rest? If I rest any more, I'll produce the worst documentary of my career!"
