Over the past few days, Mr. Jiobaf had come to understand many things. He had always felt that the Federation people, especially those with certain identities and backgrounds, shouldn't be too unsightly when they eat.
But these past few days, he had realized that in this Federation, from top to bottom, there wasn't a single one who had a decent way of eating!
Previously, he had mistakenly thought that these decent eaters weren't too bad, but that was only because he hadn't yet been served on the dining table.
Now that he was lying in the dish, seasoned by the chef and served on the table, he had come to realize how absurd his previous thoughts had been.
Having money was simply not enough here; you must have the identity of a local, and also have money—that was the most basic security.
Then, you had to choose sides, select a team to join, and play the role you were supposed to play.
