"Mr. Lance, your physique is very standard. I guarantee that the clothes I make will look fantastic!"
An old tailor from the Empire was measuring Lance's size. This time, with more money at hand, he planned to make two suits for each person.
The weather was about to cool down soon, and recent rains had left a day that one could feel the chilling presence of autumn.
Moreover, having a uniform dress code significantly promoted the cultivation of "corporate culture"; the capitalists had proven that brainwashing didn't necessarily require lectures.
The old tailor was also from the Empire. His neighbor had immigrated to the Federation and was said to be earning over a hundred a month.
When he returned to the Empire, he told people in an exaggerated tone that in the Federation, one could pick up money just by bowing one's head!
Here was a place filled with opportunities and wealth; even a fool could make a living in the Federation as long as they were willing to sell their labor.
