118: Powerful Roll King

Liu Chuan and Qiu Wuhui stood up, and Qiu Wuhui glanced at Meng Xian.

"Since General Manager Meng has spoken, the Materials Group will definitely cooperate fully."

Meng Xian nodded in satisfaction at Qiu Wuhui's attitude, then looked at Liu Chuan and asked, "Captain Liu, what do you say?"

Liu Chuan also nodded slightly and said, "The helicopter transport team will also cooperate fully."

Meng Xian nodded and said, "Some equipment is available at Huaxin's base. Here, I'm setting a goal for everyone: to complete the greenhouse and cement factory within one month. Should be no problem, right?"

The reaction in the meeting room was strange. Although everyone had no objections, one could always sense a hint of resentment from certain individuals.

An hour later, the mobilization meeting concluded. Everyone received their tasks and had deadlines set.

Although no penalties were explicitly mentioned, the heads of these departments were all on edge, forced to join Meng Xian in his intense work ethic and make solemn pledges.

After the meeting, Tian Ming was stopped by Doggo. These days, Doggo was almost on standby twenty-four hours a day.

He was an ordinary person, while Meng Xian was a Second-Class Ability User. In terms of energy, he was simply no match for Meng Xian.

Doggo had also been holding in a lot of frustration these days. During this period, he was almost literally treated like a dog by Meng Xian, and he couldn't refuse.

"Boss, I want to talk to you!" Doggo's face was pale, with heavy dark circles under his eyes.

"Talk about what?" Tian Ming asked, somewhat puzzled.

"General Manager Meng! With the appearance of this workaholic, the Shelter is practically becoming his. Boss, everyone is being pushed to their limits, haven't you noticed?" Doggo's tone was heavy, carrying a hint of helplessness, as power had already shifted towards Meng Xian.

"Are you tired? If you're tired, take two days off to rest." Tian Ming looked at Doggo, his tone very flat. How could he not see Meng Xian's intense work ethic?

Tian Ming's calm reaction made Doggo a little disappointed. What was wrong with the boss? Did he no longer care about the original people now that he had someone more capable?

Doggo took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and said, "Boss, I don't want to be a housekeeper anymore. I'm resigning. From now on, I won't manage the Shelter's affairs. I'll just be an ordinary member."

Tian Ming frowned. What was this? An employee starting to throw a tantrum at the boss?

"You want to resign? I didn't hear that wrong, did I? Say it again?" Tian Ming's tone changed, and his voice became much heavier.

Doggo's heart sank, but he stammered, unable to speak for a long time.

"Boss, I really can't take it anymore. This Meng Xian, he doesn't sleep twenty-four hours a day, always looking for me when there's something, always looking for me. He treats me like an animal. Even you, Boss, have never used me like this, right?"

Tian Ming pondered for a moment and said, "I'll give you two days off. Get some rest."

"Boss, he's keeping everyone on edge like this. Old Yuan, at his age, gets called up in the middle of the night to look at blueprints in the Laboratory. What is this? He says one person's slackness will affect the overall situation. I admit, Meng Xian is capable, but isn't this method too much?" Doggo's tone was full of heavy complaints.

Although everyone in the Shelter was working, Meng Xian was a workaholic, and he was dragging everyone else along to be workaholics with him.

Doggo's words made Tian Ming fall silent.

Indeed, everyone had been extremely busy recently. As the main person in charge, Meng Xian was working almost twenty-four hours a day.

If this continued, it truly wouldn't be sustainable.

"Alright, I understand." Tian Ming waved his hand, signaling Doggo to go rest.

"Boss, why don't you take a stance?"

"Go on, go rest!" Tian Ming said flatly.

"Boss, you..."

"Scram!"

With a sharp shout, Doggo froze, not daring to say anything more, and could only slink away.

Meng Xian had some intentions of targeting the original leaders of the Shelter. How could Tian Ming not see it? But he hadn't thought about how to deal with it yet.

The social stratification phenomenon that Shen Yuan mentioned had already begun to appear. The newly relocated base members were all elites or middle-class before the Apocalypse.

As for the people in Tian Ming's Shelter, they were a mixed bag, including highly educated individuals like Shen Yi and Shen Yuan, as well as ruffians like Doggo and Zhang Hao.

The two groups originally had little interaction, and now living in the same Shelter, it would be a miracle if they could coexist harmoniously.

However, Meng Xian's approach left Tian Ming with no fault to pick. He used competition to displace the original personnel, strip them of their power, and diminish their value. It was an overt scheme, much harder to deal with than covert tricks and conspiracies.

Tian Ming could only shake his head with a bitter smile. He had said that whoever had a greater role would have a higher status. If he, as the boss, were to openly protect Doggo and the others, wouldn't he be breaking his own rules and slapping his own face?

Being a boss didn't seem so easy, and being the boss of so many people was even harder.

Clatter, clatter. The armored vehicle had been refueled, and Qiu Wuhui and the others were already fully prepared to go out and collect specialized materials for building the greenhouse.

Two quadcopter drones took off directly, quickly ascending into the sky to provide aerial views and alert the Materials Group's convoy.

And Sun Wentao, as the pathfinder, sat in the front of the armored vehicle, melting the snow and ice on the road ahead. This was already the fifth time the Shelter's Materials Group had been dispatched this week.

The system of elimination made the members of the Shelter's Materials Group almost constantly busy.

At the helicopter squadron, two transport helicopters also took off, flying towards the city.

"Boss, this is Lin Yue." Lin Yue's voice came through the earpiece.

"What's wrong?" Tian Ming asked.

"Are you free? Could you come to the Central Building, fifth floor? There's something I need to ask you about." Lin Yue said.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

On the fifth floor of the Central Building, the southernmost room had been converted into the Management Department, similar to an administrative building. All resolutions and large and small issues of the Shelter would converge here for unified processing and decision-making.

Tian Ming gave Lin Yue and the others strong autonomy. They would make many decisions themselves. To ensure fairness, several managers would usually discuss and record their decisions before implementing them. If internal opinions were not unified, they would then seek Tian Ming's final approval.

Upon arriving at the Management Center, Lin Yue sat in front of the computer, frowning. During this time, the Shelter's local area network had been established, and management data was shared.

In this room, there was also a paper archive room and seven staff members, mostly women.

As soon as Tian Ming entered, everyone stood up.

"Sit, continue with your work," Tian Ming said.

"Boss, a word in private." Lin Yue's expression was a bit grim, as if she had encountered some rather difficult matters.