Given the situation, how could the local merchants, who depend on the flow of tourists for their livelihood, not pay the management fee?
This form of violence, which maintained order, soon became a form of trust. Merchants gradually began to entrust Fujishe with more tasks.
From escorting important goods and protecting key personnel, to helping clean the scenic area and assisting neighboring shops with emergency restocking. As long as the price was right, they would do anything.
This kind of business practice, obviously different from the Fujishe on Happiness Island, made sense—after all, Spring Island didn't have a "godfather" figure that would act as the heart of sentimental guarantees. Without interest as a bond, and merely trading on sentiment, how could strangers trust each other?
