"There are also steamed buns, also made of white thin flour. They are so soft and fragrant."

A young man chewed his food with big mouthfuls and said indistinctly, "This porridge and steamed buns are both sweet. They must be the fine grains that only the royal family can eat."

"Yes, it's much better than the steamed buns we used to eat."

"And there are pickled mustard greens, in bags."

"The pickles we used to eat couldn't compare to this."

"General Tan is so powerful that even the water he drinks is bottled purified water."

"I can't believe it."

"That's nothing. Didn't you hear what the Tan family soldiers said? They have meat for every meal, three times a day."

"Those who guard the city at night will have a midnight snack."

"Everyone in the city would be given two bowls of porridge and one bowl of rice every day, and sometimes even fruit."

"They are still digging the river. From now on, the people in the city will have as much water as they want."

"Not only that, but we must also repair the city walls and rebuild the houses."

"Too arrogant!"

"This Pengshui City is like a fairyland!"

…

The refugees were amazed and started talking about it.

It felt like I had fallen from hell into heaven.

There is not even grass roots or tree bark to be found outside, and the only fate is starvation.

But the people and soldiers in Pengshui City eat refined rice and drink purified water, and occasionally have fruits. It is simply unfair!

…

On Wang Yan's side, after arriving at the group, he got to know the elites and chatted with them for a long time.

Based on the actual situation of the group, each person's position was determined.

When the discussion was over, it was already time to get off work.

Let’s just not hold the meeting anymore. I suggest we go to a restaurant and chat while eating.

At the dinner table, no one drank much, and the leaders would occasionally express their suggestions for the group's future plans.

Wang Yan just listened silently and never expressed his opinion.

Feeling that the time was almost up, he stood up and said, "The group will rely on you from now on."

"I don't ask you to expand your scale or create wealth for me."

"It's enough as long as the profit is enough to pay your salaries."

"If it's not enough, I'll make up for it."

"If we make a profit, I only want 30% of the profit. The remaining 70% will be given to you as a bonus."

The group was being exploited by its relatives and friends, and its scale became smaller and smaller, and its business became less and less.

I don’t want to waste my energy on the group. I just want to focus on feeding the ancients.

Just leave it to the leaders.

Leave the greatest benefits to them and let them handle it themselves.

All the leaders at the table were stunned when they heard this.

How can a group do this? This is too crazy!