Moon Mansion finally packaged the whole disaster.
At nine, their homepage displayed:
Clean Submission Pack.
Yang Ruoqian read the words three times.
"Pack?"
Chang Zhiqing nodded.
"Pack."
"For self-check?"
"For self-check."
"Paid?"
"Paid."
Yang leaned back.
There it was.
The dream.
A competitor had taken unpaid owner labor, wrapped it in a box, attached a price, and called it service.
If the world had justice, this would make Moon Mansion rich and hated while Xplendi remained obscure and poor.
The world had developed other habits.
At ten, the comments arrived.
One owner wrote:
They are selling me the chance to work for them before they reject me.
Another wrote:
If I have to self-check anyway, why pay for a pack?
A third wrote:
Xplendi's silence is annoying, but at least my own effort remains mine.
Yang closed the page.
Own effort.
That phrase was dangerous.
It made unpaid labor sound dignified.
