A property transfer document stated that an elderly man would transfer his property to _____, totaling three thousand Credit Points.
At the same time, he would receive an opportunity to work at a neighborhood governance office.
This neighborhood governance office was essentially an administrative agency for a neighborhood, managing a single street.
A street sounded like very little—only one street—but in a shelter, a street's residents often numbered tens of thousands, over a hundred thousand, or even two to three hundred thousand.
The primary administrative body was this neighborhood governance office, equivalent to a town.
Its power could not be called especially great, but it was definitely not insignificant. If he could find a way to deduct 0.01 Credit Points from every person in his jurisdiction, that would amount to several hundred or even over a thousand a month.
It would not take long for him to achieve a modest degree of financial freedom.
Of course, he was not the highest-ranking Chief in the office, so the benefits would certainly not be this substantial.
But no matter what, he would at least have some power, along with some additional income.
The Turncoat seemed somewhat hesitant. At the same time, the Broker's threats had left him slightly displeased.
Who came to someone's door like this? He tried to bargain for greater benefits. "What if... I refuse?"
The Broker was not angry in the slightest. He still wore that seemingly cheerful expression. "Someone will agree eventually. And you'd better do as I say and buy yourself an insurance policy. This is the last contribution you can make to your family."
"You can give it a try. Maybe I am threatening you."
The party whip coughed. He did not want things to develop beyond his expectations. Although the Turncoat was a Turncoat, the