Governance

After reading through all the materials, he realized that it was already evening.

At some point, Amy had changed into black stockings and a secretary's outfit consisting of a short skirt and a small blouse. She seemed to have put on light makeup as well. A pair of delicate gold-rimmed glasses rested on her smooth, fair, oval face, giving her an alluring, restrained sensuality. Carrying a tray, she came to Leon's side and bent slightly, revealing a patch of snowy white skin above her chest.

"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 richly fragrant red-wine-braised beef. She had a certain understanding of her boss's appetite. Aside from the thick gravy and side dishes, the beef alone weighed a full five kilograms.

Leon took the cola and tilted his head back, downing half the glass in one go. Watching his little secretary bend over beside him, holding the large plate of beef with both hands as she gently placed it on the desk, he couldn't help looking a few extra times at the enticing view rising and falling slightly before him. When he looked up and saw the tips of Amy's ears, faintly red, he chuckled inwardly and instantly understood the girl's little scheme.

Trying to seduce your boss, are you, you little vixen?

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

Amid Amy's startled cry, Leon leaned close to her ear and said softly:

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

His action was over in a flash. He released Amy, who had struggled slightly, and under the girl's coquettish glare, he revealed a bold, charming, mischievous grin.

I'm a top-tier heartthrob now, too. One little tease is enough to make a girl blush and her heart race.

Just wait, little beauty. Once I finish this busy stretch, I'll find a chance to eat you up.

His thoughts were in turmoil, but he still wore a gentle smile as he spoke softly:

"Amy, it's already ten o'clock. Go to bed first."

"You have to get up early tomorrow to prepare breakfast for me, and you'll have plenty of work during the day. Don't wear yourself out."

"Unlike you, I can sleep in."

The girl thought for a moment, then nodded slightly and gave him a sweet smile.

"Okay, Boss. I'll go rest first."

Watching the girl's departing back and her exquisite figure wrapped in a short skirt and black stockings, Leon felt a faint heat ignite in his chest. Fortunately, his self-control was still quite good. He quickly calmed himself and turned his attention back to the work before him.

He was now considering the Umbrella Corporation's two most important systems: the wage system and the supply system.

The wage system determined the standing of the three departments within the company, the employees' preferences regarding their work, and their enthusiasm toward their jobs.

This was work that required an extremely careful balance.

At present, all the employees could roughly be divided into five categories.

Warriors, technicians, civil servants, laborers, and the weak and disabled.

In his heart, warriors were naturally the most important. They were the most crucial talent for survival in the post-apocalyptic world: killing Zombies, scavenging resources, fighting Raiders, and protecting the camp.

Without warriors, one would be unable to take a single step in this world, becoming a piece of meat in another person's mouth, enslaved, violated, and killed.

This was a job where one could die at any moment. Their compensation should be extremely high, high enough to make ordinary people envious. Otherwise, not many people would be willing to risk their lives by joining the fighting.

Leon took out a pen and wrote a 3 beside warriors.

If the base wage was 1, then a warrior's wage should be around 3. Only at this level would ordinary people envy them without becoming so jealous that they turned hostile. It was like working in a factory tightening screws for a monthly salary of 3,500 yuan while a national warrior risked his life to protect the homeland for 10,000 yuan a month. Would you feel envious or jealous?

Next were technicians, meaning technical personnel. Leon wrote a 2 beside technicians.

Everyone intelligent understood the importance of this profession. Technicians determined a camp's technological capabilities, production capacity, and future development.

Unlike warriors, who could fight with nothing more than a surge of passion, technicians had to possess ten or twenty years of work experience or specialized knowledge to deserve the title. Humanity now numbered less than one-thousandth of what it had been before. Every technician was a treasure of all humanity, a legacy left behind by the Old Era.

Next came laborers, meaning ordinary Logistics Personnel.

There was nothing much to say. Leon wrote a 1 beside laborers. They were the mainstream of productivity and the foundation of human society.

Although they had neither the greatest authority nor the strongest force, they were the largest group by far, and to a great extent, they determined the atmosphere of the entire organization.

If they lived happily, the entire organization would be full of vitality. If they lived miserable lives, the entire organization would become lifeless and decline.

Leon thought for a moment, then finally wrote 1.5 and 0.3 beside civil servants and the weak and disabled respectively.

In his view, civil servants served the public and served him, the company boss. Their role was equivalent to that of a lubricant. Their existence allowed all the work within the organization to operate normally.

They needed some ability and also possessed a little authority. This middling treatment was just right.

Of course, only those loyal to him could obtain such an easy job.

Finally, the weak and disabled represented the bottom line of his human-centered organization. It was impossible for him to spend a fortune supporting people without value, but he still had to guarantee them a minimum standard of living. It was like a pension or support allowance—one-third of an ordinary worker's wage. This moderate level should strengthen everyone's loyalty to and favorable feelings toward the organization.

After deciding on the wage divisions for each profession, Leon wrote the five letters A, B, C, D, and E on the paper.

Then, after the letters, he wrote the five employee ranks in order: Department Head, Mid-level Manager, Team Leader, Regular Employee, and intern.

After considering it for a long time, Leon set the wage for Regular Employees at 1, interns at 0.5, Team Leaders at 3, Mid-level Managers at 10, and Department Heads at 30.

Compared to reality, that meant 5,000 yuan for a Regular Employee, 15,000 for a Team Leader, 50,000 for a Mid-level Manager, and 150,000 for a Department Head.

When he thought of the final figure of 150,000, Leon frowned slightly, feeling a pang of pain. He raised his hand, erased the 30 after Department Head, and changed it to 20.

Leon said to himself inwardly, I'm not being stingy. As a whole, I can't let the gap between rich and poor grow too large. That would easily create class conflict.

I'm doing this for humanity's future.

After hypnotizing himself for several minutes like this, he established a general wage framework for all the employees. Later, he would raise or lower each employee's wage by around 20 percent based on their ability, performance, or loyalty.

After finishing the wage issue, the next matter would be the even more important supply issue.

Leon took out the supply list Amy had organized. It was densely covered with the names and quantities of more than a thousand different supplies. With time short and manpower scarce, the three women had not been able to make the statistics and classifications too detailed.

He glanced at it and immediately felt his scalp grow slightly numb.

Suddenly, Leon thought of something. He took the supply list to the fax machine beside him, opened the cover, and scanned all the documents on it.

Then Leon called softly toward the computer:

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

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

"The document has been created, Master."

As expected, this works. Leon was excited inside, but a happy smile appeared on his face.

He sat back down in his office chair, opened the document, and skimmed through it.

Then he spoke to the computer:

"Red Queen, divide the list in the document into five categories—food, tools, medicine, materials, and daily necessities—and sort them by quantity for me."

"Understood, Master."

Two seconds later, the words in the document on the screen flickered for several seconds before being rearranged into a brand-new, neat file.

Leon was still not satisfied. Tentatively, he issued another command to Red Queen.

"Red Queen, add pictures, detailed descriptions, and real-world prices to the supply list in the document."

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

"Ding!"

"Command error, Master. Unable to connect to the wireless network. The available information is severely insufficient. Unable to complete your command."