Eat, drink, excrete, thought guidance, rule indoctrination... if these were all placed on one person, even the strongest would collapse.
Even a common gathering spot would delegate these tasks to different individuals, not to mention Happiness City.
Now, thousands of staff have recruited tens of thousands from the refugees to assist with management, and order is gradually being established.
By the time the inspectors take over, these foundational tasks will have been completed; they need only focus on "construction" itself.
Cheng Ye watched for a while, then suddenly asked, "How are the qualifications of these refugees?"
"Uh..."
Jiang Chuan paused, a trace of hesitation flashed across his face, as if he was pondering whether to speak the truth.
Fortunately, at that moment, two armed pickups approached from not too far away, with someone perched on a machine gun in the bed waving from afar.
"Jiang Chuan?"
