Can't I Just Raise Myself?

Someone in the Bureau of Governance once said that in the empire's policy evaluations for each town's management, the number of poor and refugees was a very important indicator.

A high number of poor and refugees meant your development was poor—letting your subjects fall into hardship wasn't a sign of incompetence? Naturally, points would be deducted.

But the higher-ups had policies, and the lower levels had their countermeasures. Some cities began secretly cleaning up their slums, using all sorts of methods. In essence, they weren't arranging jobs or shelter for them, but rather erasing their existence.

Drive everyone out, and then there wouldn't be any poor people, right?

Can't see them = they don't exist!

Ryan now understood why the Snake Mouth Gang had suddenly gone to meddle at the train station. As things stood, someone above had secretly promised them benefits—though on the surface, it would certainly be framed as a policy beneficial to municipal development.

"Forget it, none of my business."

Ryan was silent for a moment.

Suddenly, the egg in his mouth felt tasteless.

The next moment, 'Shally' rushed out. Before anyone could react, she gave the leader a vicious slap across the face.

Smack!!

In an instant, Ryan felt much better!

"Fuck it, it's just a game anyway!"