Once the precedent is set of offering extra rewards to entice people, how will we handle the gap of those remaining three hundred personnel?
Do we really think those families of seven are willing to be re mascots to fill the points gap?
As the first round of recruitnt wrapped up, the one who spoke first, Zhao Jia, stepped up again and continued:
"We need 20 families of seven. We promise that the children and elderly in each family don’t need to participate in heavy labor tasks, they just need to ensure their own safety. We will provide necessary protection and supplies..."
His passionate speech ended.
No one paid attention.
The families of seven in the refugee phalanx were indifferent, as if they hadn’t heard.
"Hmm?" Zhao Jia paused for a mont, picked up the loudspeaker, and repeated his words.
Still no response.
Instead, a diator took the opportunity to step forward: "Inspector Zhao, you gave 30 extra Happiness Coins to the able-bodied n, why not give these families any?"
"Why would I give them anything? I don’t need them to do any work!" Zhao Jia said it matter-of-factly.
"But...you need the points they provide," the diator chuckled, "You may have misunderstood sothing. If they don’t want to work and only want to be lazy, they can’t possibly pass the refugee selection and join the phalanx to assist your assessnt."
"What?" Zhao Jia was stunned.
"Yes, your promises to them an nothing. The children in the phalanx are already in their teens, and they also want to earn more money with their own hands to lessen the family’s burden."
The diator coughed lightly, "If you’re willing, give each family an extra 150 Happiness Coins, and I can find you 15 families, how about it?"
150!
Break it down per person, and it’s an extra reward of over 20 Happiness Coins each. The extra reward for a child is almost catching up to that of the able-bodied n?
Zhao Jia’s expression turned uncertain, and after scolding the guard to chase off the diator, he sat back again, thoroughly confused.
The others hurriedly shouted recruitnt, but found themselves in a similarly awkward situation.
The inspector needs the labor of the able-bodied n, doesn’t he also need the points provided by the families of seven?
Where there’s demand, there’s a market.
The families of seven obviously understand the value of their points better than the able-bodied n, especially those inspectors who, after selecting the able-bodied, face a significant points gap that must be filled by these families, find themselves trapped, becoming the most enticing "fat pigs."
If we don’t take advantage of this chaos, do we really believe we can maintain three generations under one roof in the chaotic wasteland without resorting to opportunism?
"Brother Cheng..." Wang Kang’s lips trembled slightly, feeling like his worldview was collapsing again.
The harmonious scenes of his mories with the community were quickly fading away, and the people before him were no longer companions striving for a common goal and indifferent to worldly interests, but rather faces focused single-mindedly on imdiate returns.
"Kang, you don’t really think the people in the community are all good-natured, right?"
Cheng Ye turned his head, lightly tapping his fingers on the table, "Do you know what nickna Long has outside?"
"Poison Hand Dragon?"
"And do you know why he’s called that?"
"No."
"Then let tell you, the number of people he has crippled exceeds four figures."
Cheng Ye’s tone was calm, as if stating a common fact, "This reputation was not built in the Buffer Zone, but rather from his start in the Pioneer Corps, leaving outsiders with the impression of being ruthless."
"What?" Completely stunned, Wang Kang found it hard to believe that Long, usually so obedient in front of Cheng Ye and himself, was such a heartless figure?
"But do you know why he behaves so obediently around ?"
"..." Wang Kang remained silent, but slight changes in his facial expression showed he had already figured out the answer.
The repairs in the mall, the reconstruction of the pedestrian street, the promises to the factory, and the hopes for the future...
It was precisely these things done by Cheng Ye that made the community genuinely admire him and follow his words.
"Rember, in both the wasteland and the old era, money is the true hero!"
With these words, a collective gasp arose from the refugee phalanx.
Many eyes turned their way, but the focus wasn’t on the shaded canopy, rather further back.
Instinctively, Wang Kang turned to look, and his expression stiffened.
Not far away, a convoy of six vehicles was slowly approaching, lined up conspicuously.
Following the convoy were three hundred black-clad militia mbers, each with a short knife and pistol at their waist, marching in unison, fully expressing a murderous aura.
Cheng Ye stood up, stretched his neck, and gently patted Wang Kang’s shoulder.
"Watch carefully, learn well, the path you must take...is still long!"
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