Other psychics echoed this, and although they still had doubts, they were at least willing to give Mou Xuan a chance.
Mou Xuan nodded, turned and left, leaving behind a suspenseful sentence: "Tomorrow, let the facts speak." Mou Xuan returned to his residence, thinking about how to formulate a more reasonable resource allocation plan.
He knew very well that in order to truly solve the problem, he must find a balance that would ensure fairness and justice while taking into account the actual needs of people with different abilities.
He flipped through the previous battle records, carefully analyzing the contributions and consumption of each psychic, and gradually formed a new plan in his mind.
The next day, Mou Xuan summoned all the alliance's superpowers and announced his new plan.
In the new plan, he set different resource quotas based on the type, level and contribution of the psychics, and increased transparency so that everyone can clearly see what they get and why.
He also set up a supervisory mechanism to prevent favoritism and fraud.
As soon as this plan came out, it was immediately recognized by most of the psychics.
They all said that this plan is fairer and more reasonable than the previous one, and can motivate everyone more.
Even the few Noon Alliance psychics who had caused the most trouble before accepted this plan with conviction.
"Brother Xuan is awesome! This plan is absolutely amazing!"
"It's finally fair now! No more worrying about resources being withheld!"
"Following Brother Xuan means there is hope!"
Praises came one after another, and Mou Xuan's prestige was once again enhanced.
He looked around and saw faces full of trust and admiration, and felt extremely gratified.
At this time, Chen Yao came over with a glass of water and a towel and handed them to Mou Xuan gently.
"Thank you for your hard work." She said softly.
Mou Xuan took the water and towel and smiled at her.
Chen Yao's appearance was like a clear spring, nourishing his heart.
He felt a warm current flowing through his body, and all his fatigue was swept away.
However, at this warm moment, a figure hurriedly came and broke the moment of tranquility.
"Brother Xuan, something bad has happened! That guy Mao..." The man came in, gasping for breath, his face was pale, and his voice was trembling.
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