No one else said a word. A few hundred yuan wasn't a big deal. Failing the task wouldn't kill them, but if they kicked up a fuss over it, there was no telling how badly they'd get dragged through the mud online.
Director Warren's reply was incredibly smug. "Objection overruled. I make the rules; you just have to follow them. For now, shut down the livestream."
The staff did as instructed. Then, someone rolled out several clothing racks. "Everyone, pick an outfit. After you change, makeup artists will help you get ready. During this afternoon's activity, if any of you are recognized by a passerby, your mission will be considered a failure, and you'll have to end your money-making task for the day."
"So we can just slack off then?" Victoria Koenig asked.
Director Warren let out a devious chuckle. "Those who complete the mission get a feast tomorrow. Those who fail will be punished. Punishment to be determined."
