My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 155 - 56. The best plan to build a city is...not to build it! _1

Chapter 155: 56. The best plan to build a city is...not to build it! _1

"These NPCs are really efficient! In just one night, the structure for several departments has been set up."

When the three from the Dirt Truck logged in at the camp the next day, they found that Milian had already assigned office tents and some experienced subordinates according to their respective management duties.

The whole camp was bustling.

Milian’s assistant was registering the survivors’ information, while a group of militia clad in escort leather armour and holding weapons were maintaining order, obviously reassigned from Maxim’s troops.

Most of the survivors in the camp were illiterate citizens, but a significant number of the second batch of survivors saved by the players were literate and affluent.

After all, when the Star Realm Rift opened above the city, the Despair creatures and Star Realm Beasts were running wild. Only the rich had sturdy houses that could protect them until the players’ rescue operations began.

These people were surprised to find that establishing basic rules in the camp from scratch wasn’t as difficult as they thought it would be after these individuals were conscripted and started working.

Particularly the implementation of a food rationing system in the camp.

There was hardly any backlash, and everyone accepted these harsh measures calmly.

Dirt Truck had specifically asked his assistant about it, and only then did he learn that rationing had been in place for several years during the war in the original Cardman City.

Everyone was used to this system, and there was even a strange sense of "reassurance" when the familiar ration system was reintroduced.

That meant they knew their current leader, a Vampire Lord named "Murphy", would not abandon them, and that they would shoulder enough work in the future, otherwise there would be no need to provide them with daily food, right?

People in Transylvania don’t mind working hard, they just fear being worthless.

How vampires view unimportant humans is something the old residents are very clear about.

"Although the people of Transylvania claim to be constantly battling against vampires, anyone with a bit of historical knowledge knows that we’ve actually accepted this form of rule over the last 400 years. We just stubbornly refuse to admit it."

The assistant to Dirt Truck, a middle-aged man who used to be a private tutor for wealthy businessmen and minor nobles, sighed and explained to his new boss:

"The people here are like a group of barbaric, aggressive but ignorant goats. They need to know they are protected to gain courage. If their protector is somewhat kind, they will be grateful.

I say this without mocking my compatriots.

After all, I am one of them, and 400 years of dark rule has been enough to change a lot.

Well, Sir, perhaps we should start today’s work."

"Ah, yes. Start work!"

Dirt Truck, understanding his assistant’s words through the translation feature of the Calculating Pearl, waved his hand thoughtfully and said,

"So, the first task of the camp’s logistics office is to ensure that all supplies are registered in our hands and used properly. We need a warehouse, several dedicated guards and professional chefs and doctors!

Robert, go find Miss Milian right away!

The people I need must be ready within an hour, I don’t have time to wait for them.

We also need a timetable and a daily inventory demand statistic, to interface with human resources and let them issue specific job content and calculate work points."

He kept talking and gesturing with his waist cocked, like how he used to manage his own machine factory.

He seemed somewhat enthusiastic.

His words are translated by the Calculating Pearl into concise local text, and they keep popping up on the Psychic Projection on his wrist.

The assistant, named "Robert", quickly jotted them down in his notebook. Similarly, Shovel elder and All Risks Semi-trailer were having the same experience.

These three middle-aged brothers may not be as good at fighting monsters as the young players, nor as passionate about battle, but their rich life experience and management skills far surpass ordinary people, which is exactly what the survivor camp needs.

With their help, by noon, Milian received the first register of the camp, recording the specific information of 300 people, and it was entered into the Calculating Pearl, allowing her and Murphy, who is far in the city, to elevate the management and control of the camp to a new level.

Because there’s not much to record, so the work is not difficult and it can be done by evening.

If this were an internship, Milian felt that her current arrangement could definitely get an A.

In her view, the formerly chaotic survivor camp has started to function.

Although it is still somewhat rough and there are problems in many aspects, it is much better than the previous aimlessness. Now, following the advice of the three veteran players, we fill the survivors’ daily lives with work.

As long as people get busy, they won’t have time for aimless thoughts!

This law applies in any world.

The good mood of everyone lasted until the Chosen Dust Beater logged in.

When this design student came online, he was yawning incessantly. He had almost not slept the night before, studying the construction plan of the survivor camp, and came to a conclusion that shocked the three middle-aged men.