Government Affairs

After reading through all the materials, time had unknowingly slipped into evening.

Amy had changed into a black silk stockings, short skirt, and little shirt secretary outfit at some point, with light makeup on her face. On her fair, smooth oval face sat a delicate pair of gold-rimmed glasses, giving off a restrained, seductive allure. Carrying a tray, she came to Leon's side, slightly bowing to reveal a stretch of snowy white cleavage.

"Boss, here's your iced cola and late-night snack."

On the tray sat a large glass of iced cola and a big plate of fragrant red wine-braised beef. She had a certain understanding of her boss's appetite—this plate of beef, excluding the thick soup and side dishes, weighed a full 5 kilograms just in meat alone.

Leon took the cola, tilted his head back, and downed half the glass in one gulp. Watching his little secretary bowing, her side pressed against him as she held the large plate of beef with both hands and gently set it on the table, that alluring sight swaying slightly before him, he couldn't help but steal a few more glances. Catching sight of Amy's slightly reddened earlobes, he chuckled inwardly, instantly understanding the girl's little thoughts.

Trying to seduce your boss, you little vixen.

He unexpectedly reached out, wrapped an arm around the girl's slender waist, and pulled her into his embrace.

Amid Amy's startled gasp, Leon pressed close to her ear and said softly:

"Beautiful lady, now isn't the time. When we're both free, we'll slowly savor the wonderful moments between a man and a woman."

His touch was fleeting; he released Amy, who was struggling slightly, and flashed a charming, roguish grin under the girl's playful glare.

I'm a top-tier heartthrob now too—one little tease and I can make a girl blush and her heart race.

Just wait, little beauty. Once I'm done with this busy stretch, I'll find a chance to have you.

His mind churned with thoughts, but his face still wore a gentle smile as he spoke softly:

"Amy, it's already 10 o'clock. You go to bed first."

"Tomorrow, you still have to get up early to prepare my breakfast, and there's plenty of work during the day. Don't wear yourself out."

"I'm different from you—I can sleep in."

The girl thought for a moment, nodded slightly, and flashed a sweet smile, saying:

"Okay, boss. I'll go rest then."

Watching the girl's retreating figure, the shapely silhouette wrapped in black stockings and a short skirt, a flicker of heat stirred in Leon's chest. Fortunately, his self-control was decent; he quickly calmed himself and focused his mind on the work before him.

What he was considering now was the Umbrella Corporation's most important systems: the wage system and the resource system.

The wage system determined the standing of the three departments within the company, influenced employees' preferences for job choices, and their enthusiasm for their own work.

This was a task that required a very careful balancing act.

Currently, all employees were roughly divided into five categories.

Warriors, Technicians, Civil Servants, Laborers, and The Weak and Disabled.

In his mind, the most important were still the Warriors—the most crucial talent for survival in this apocalyptic world: killing Zombies, scavenging resources, fighting Raiders, and protecting the camp.

Without Warriors, you'd be unable to take a single step in this world, becoming fat meat in others' mouths—enslaved, violated, killed.

This was a job where you could die at any moment. Their compensation should be very high, high enough to make ordinary people envious; otherwise, few would Risk their lives to fight.

Leon picked up a pen and wrote a 3 next to "Warrior."

If the base wage was 1, then a Warrior's wage should be around 3. This level would make ordinary people envious but not jealous to the point of hostility—like if you were tightening screws in a factory for 3,500 yuan a month, while a national soldier risked his life to protect the homeland for 10,000 yuan a month. Would you be envious or jealous?

Next were the Technicians, or technical personnel. Leon wrote a 2 next to "Technician."

Smart people knew the importance of this profession. Technicians determined the camp's technological capability, production capacity, and future development.

This wasn't like being a Warrior, where a surge of hot blood could send you into battle. You needed ten or twenty years of work experience or professional knowledge to be worthy of the title "Technician." Humanity was now less than a thousandth of what it once was; every Technician was a treasure for all of humanity, a legacy left by the Old Era.

Next were the Laborers, or ordinary logistics personnel.

Nothing much to say. Leon wrote a 1 next to "Laborer." They were the mainstream of productivity, the foundation of human society.

Though they didn't have the greatest authority or the strongest combat power, they were the largest group and largely determined the atmosphere of the entire organization.

If they were happy, the whole organization brimmed with vitality. If they were miserable, the whole organization would become lifeless and head toward decline.

Leon thought for a moment and finally wrote 1.5 and 0.3 next to "Civil Servant" and "The Weak and Disabled," respectively.

In his view, Civil Servants served the public and his role as the company boss, functioning like lubricant. Their existence ensured that all work within the organization ran smoothly.

They needed some ability and had a bit of privilege—this middling treatment was just right.

Of course, only those loyal to him could get such easy jobs.

As for The Weak and Disabled, they were the bottom line for him as a leader of a positive human organization. He couldn't spend a fortune supporting these worthless people, but he had to guarantee them a minimum standard of living—like a pension or alimony. One-third of an ordinary worker's wage, this level, neither high nor low, should strengthen everyone's loyalty and goodwill toward the organization.

Having settled the wage divisions for each profession, Leon wrote five letters on the paper: A, B, C, D, E.

Then, behind each letter, he sequentially added the five employee ranks: Department Head, Mid-level Manager, Team Leader, Regular Employee, and Intern.

After much deliberation, Leon set the Regular Employee wage at 1, Intern at 0.5, Team Leader at 3, Mid-level Manager at 10, and Department Head at 20.

In real-world terms, that was Regular Employee at 5,000 yuan, Team Leader at 15,000 yuan, Mid-level Manager at 50,000 yuan, and Department Head at 150,000 yuan.

Thinking of that final 150,000 figure, Leon frowned slightly, feeling a pang of reluctance. He raised his hand and erased the 30 behind Department Head, changing it to 20.

Leon told himself, I'm not being stingy like this. As a whole, I can't let the gap between rich and poor get too wide—it would easily cause class conflict.

I'm doing this for humanity's future.

After a few minutes of this self-hypnosis, he set a baseline for all employee wages. Later, depending on each employee's performance or loyalty, he could adjust it up or down by about 20%.

Having dealt with the wage issue, the next, even more important matter was the resource system.

Leon took out the supply list Amy had organized. It was densely packed with thousands of different items and quantities. With time tight and hands short, the three ladies hadn't managed to make too detailed a tally or classification.

He glanced at it and immediately felt his scalp tingle.

Suddenly, Leon thought of something. He carried the supply list over to the fax machine beside him, opened the lid, and scanned every page of the document.

Then, Leon spoke softly to the computer:

"Red Queen, upload this file to the computer and create a separate document."

Two seconds later, an ethereal female voice came from the speakers beneath the computer.

"The document has been created, Master."

So it really works like this. Leon's heart raced with excitement, but a happy smile couldn't help spreading across his face.

He sat back down in his boss chair, opened the document, and gave it a rough scan.

Then he spoke to the computer again:

"Red Queen, sort the items on the document into five categories: food, tools, medicine, materials, and daily necessities. Arrange them by quantity and show me."

"Understood, Master."

Two seconds later, the text on the screen flickered for a few moments, then rearranged itself into a fresh, neatly formatted document.

Leon still wasn't satisfied. He tentatively issued another command to Red Queen.

"Red Queen, supplement the item list in the document with pictures, detailed descriptions, and real-world prices."

This time, the ethereal voice paused for a full ten seconds before speaking again.

"Ding!"

"Command error, Master. Unable to connect to wireless network. Insufficient data. Cannot complete your command."