(There was a small error in the previous chapter; Wang Hao should be Song Xiaoxiao's cousin, not her younger cousin. This has been corrected. Please take note. This is chapter two. That's all for today's update. Starting tomorrow, there will be five chapters a day!)
After listening to Song Xiaoxiao's mournful words, I finally understood what had happened.
It's actually quite easy to understand.
If we compare this residential community to a small company, then the management team is the boss, and the people working below are the employees.
Employees work and earn money, while the boss sits and counts the money.
It's not that the boss doesn't work, but rather that the work the boss does is different from that of the employees.
This was quite common in the past, as such hierarchical structures existed everywhere, whether in companies, schools, or society. It was precisely this hierarchical system that motivated people to strive for advancement!
However, this situation would be very wrong if it were to occur now.
This neighborhood is no longer a company; it's a small country!
The management wants to be the rulers, so they create a series of rules that appear fair and reliable, but in reality, they are highly bureaucratic and serve their own interests.
The presence of the Field Service Department, which resembled a military unit, further solidified their dominance.
In my opinion, the entire community is now divided into three levels.
At the very bottom are the laborers, those who are assigned to work.
The middle layer consists of people like Zhang Zhihao, as well as those managers who oversee the workforce.
At the very top is the management team that Song Xiaoxiao mentioned. They control all the resources, connections, and even weapons in the community.
In this way, they can use the resources they control to exchange for military support, and then use that military support to obtain more resources. This cycle continues, making their rule more consolidated, and the people below them will be even less likely to resist.
When the time comes, if the management gives some benefits to the subordinates, the subordinates will not only not resist, but will even be grateful.
Honestly, I admire the management team a bit; they actually managed to do this!
However, precisely because of this, I am very worried about Zhang Zhihao.
The changes in the community were largely driven by him. In everyone's eyes, Zhang Zhihao is a very capable person. If the management doesn't like him, he will probably encounter a lot of trouble.
I frowned, suddenly realizing that this was not a good place.
"However, although some people are dissatisfied, most people still feel that life is acceptable now. After all, they don't have to live in fear like before. They have food to eat and things to do every day, and they don't have to face the zombies outside. Many people are actually quite satisfied."
Song Xiaoxiao's words reflect the psychological state of most people.
After all, that's just how humans are; they have a strong ability to adapt. Given the current external situation, being able to survive is the most basic need for people.
I asked, "Are you satisfied?"
Song Xiaoxiao smiled at me, but it was a forced smile. She said, "It's alright. At least I don't have to worry about food. Besides, my cousin works in the field service unit, and the benefits there are good, so I don't have to worry about anything."
That's true. People who risk their lives outside should definitely be treated well, otherwise if they rebel, I'm afraid no one in the neighborhood can handle them.
Not long after, Zhang Zhihao returned, and Fei Lichao and the others also woke up.
Jingjie still looked a little tired, but she was fine now.
During the journey, Wang Hao came to see me once to express his gratitude and then told me about Sun Zichen's tracking of Huo Cheng's team.
Around 10 a.m., there was a knock on the door.
Zhang Zhihao went to open the door, and a stranger came in.
Zhang Zhihao said to the stranger, "Brother Peng, it's you. Come in and have a seat."
Bloomberg declined, saying, "Just come in and sit down. I'm here to see someone. I heard you've got a few new people here?"
Zhang Zhihao nodded, "Yes, they are all my friends."
Bloomberg said, "Yes, Secretary Li said he wants to see them. Could you please ask them to come out?"
Zhang Zhihao nodded and asked, "Can I come along?"
Peng Bo grinned, "Xiao Zhang, you don't need to come along. You still have to manage the team. What's the point of coming? Besides, Secretary Li will just chat with them. You don't need to be afraid of anything."
Zhang Zhihao breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at me, and said, "Brother Lu, Secretary Li said you can go over there."
Lu Jing and the others asked in confusion, "Who is Secretary Li?"
Zhang Zhihao laughed and said, "He's the one in charge here. He always makes sure to meet with any new people who come in."
I stood up from the sofa and said, "Okay, then let's go meet this Secretary Li."
The four of us went out, and Zhang Zhihao said to me, "Brother Lu, I have something to do later, so I can't go with you. I'm sorry."
I laughed and said, "Why are you apologizing? It's okay, go about your business."
Zhang Zhihao smiled.
Once outside, we didn't leave the building. We walked directly through the stairwell to the edge of the stairwell and went upstairs.
Bloomberg, who was leading the way, didn't say a word. The four of us weren't familiar with him, so we just followed quietly behind him.
Before long, we arrived at the eighth floor.
This seems to be the rooftop terrace, right?! This Li Dacheng is quite unique, talking on the rooftop.
Bloomberg pushed open the rooftop door, and the four of us followed him in single file.
The bright sunshine made the view from the rooftop quite nice.
I stood at the doorway and glanced at the rooftop, noticing that there were quite a few people there.
This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com