Noah naturally understood what Li Chen meant.
After thinking it over carefully, he shook his head.
Forget it. What you said makes sense too, Host.
Making people work without feeding them properly really was inhumane...
But you still needed to keep costs under control. After all, you had to support an entire Star-Level Shelter and lead Earth Civilization toward development.
At a time like this, individual interests had to make way for collective interests...
Resources could not be distributed excessively to individuals. That was how all high-level Cosmic Civilizations operated, including Noah Civilization.
Look at their Decision Makers and High-Level Commanders. Every one of them lived in splendor with pockets full, while countless poor wretches struggled beneath them...
Noah tried earnestly to persuade him.
Li Chen, however, was completely unconvinced.
"So that's why I said the exploitation tricks on Earth are practically child's play compared to you aliens."
"Of course, what you said isn't entirely wrong either, Noah."
"Anyway, I know what I'm doing."
"Later, draw up a reward standard for Old Chen and have him give it to Xu Ruoxi and the others. You know what to do, right?"
"The bonuses don't necessarily have to be huge, but there has to be something. It's a matter of attitude, understand?"
After saying that, Li Chen could not be bothered to keep talking nonsense with Noah.
He directly opened the control panels for the various Fully Automated Production Lines.
Then, one by one, he upgraded all of those production lines.
He raised their levels to the highest level currently available.
Level thirty.
The same as the evolution level of the Star-Level Shelter.
Right afterward, he began upgrading all the mainstream equipment and weapons currently used by the Star-Level Shelter.
The Fully Automatic Energy Cannons, the Aerospace Mothership Fleet, Super Bombers, Super