Food God System: Wasteland

Wildfire Gang's base.

Chen Che brought Xia Na, following Bobby, to the meeting room.

The so-called meeting room was just an empty space converted from a warehouse.

Because there were quite a few people attending the so-called meeting this time.

Over a hundred people gathered in one place.

Chen Che's gaze swept over these crowds, looking at Bobby and asking, "Bobby, where did you get so many people from?"

Bobby chuckled, "Master Chen, there are currently 106 districts in the entire Upper City District, all under our control. With so many districts and so much business, naturally, we need people to manage. This is actually my recruitment management method!"

Gang members attacked Chen Che, and Chen Che launched the bloodiest retaliation against everyone.

Originally, there were some figures behind those districts, but Chen Che gave these people face because An Nishang had not yet become the director at that time, and as one of An Nishang's people, he didn't want to make too many enemies for her.

He did not take control of nearly 40% of the districts.

But once the incident happened, after going through life and death, if Chen Che didn't show his iron-blooded means, he would find himself trampled upon.

The bloody slaughter lasted a full five days, and all the districts were cleared out. All underground businesses in the 106 districts were seized by Chen Che.

Meeting Chen Che's gaze, Bobby said, "Master Chen, these days of fighting have been exhilarating, but because of the warfare, many places like brothels and casinos have been forced to close, and those clients and gamblers seem like they've been stripped of their vital organs.

There was a surge in security reports to the Judicial Bureau, leading to reforms in the security team. Our Captain Bode is about to step down again, taking a group of people with him, leaving the security team severely understaffed.

The Ninth Special Zone came close to descending into chaos these past few days. If it continues like this, and the various businesses do not resume, I guarantee there will be large-scale riots within ten days in the Ninth Special Zone.

Since we're in control of these districts, we must get the businesses up and running. If the businesses don't get going, not earning money is a trivial matter, but causing a crisis in the entire Ninth Special Zone would be a major crime!"

The world isn't absolute white, nor absolute black, but an exquisite shade of gray.

On the Wasteland, humanity has accumulated more hostility than in the civilized world, and this aggressive aura also needs to be vented.

The civilized world, constrained by laws and various restrictions, forces ordinary civilians, faced with life's pressures or other forms of stress leading to psychological frustration, to only vent through self-soothing…playing games, reading novels, watching anime, and other methods.

Yet none of these exist in the Wasteland.

On the Wasteland, only with the recent emergence of fengua can there be a chance of solving the hunger issue.

This fulfillment barely supports human development to alleviate large amounts of fatigue through entertainment.

Due to legal constraints, even if ordinary people sometimes suffer breakdowns from immense stress, even regular entertainment can't ease the anxiety caused by such pressure, they dare not act excessively.

For instance, killing someone or treating a person like a punching bag to vent their internal pressure; few dare to do so.

If anyone does, it's extremely rare.

However, there are far fewer restrictions in the Wasteland.

Like what Chen Che does, if he were to build such a gang, initiating a large-scale gang war, in the civilized world, he would be riding high and proud the first hour, only to have his head shot from a tank cannon the next hour.

Ordinary people are the same.

In the Wasteland, most people vent through gambling, prostitution, and contraband loathed in the civilized world, feeling that transcendent state through mental stimulation and the release of bodily hormones.

Thereby alleviating the anxiety from survival.

If the Wasteland strictly limited gambling, prostitution, and other behaviors as the civilized world does, closing casinos and brothels.

I assure you, not even three days later, no matter how powerful your nation is, it'll be overturned!

No exaggeration! Don't underestimate the horror of human malice accumulated without release!

Thus, the sheer prominence of gangs in the Wasteland has a reason; the nation needs it, the government needs it, civilians need it.

Even the Wasteland's national government, to maintain a righteous image, can't openly operate places like brothels and casinos.

At least not under the name of the nation.

But such a big piece of meat, how can the national government not take a bite?

It's naturally taxes.

Who collects taxes best? Who controls the most easily?

Government officials? Powerful capitalists?

Wrong.

It's the gangs.

Gangs, historically synonymous with dread for many ordinary people, yet they are, in reality, throughout any era, from the civilized world to the current post-apocalyptic era.

Gangs are akin to a printing press for wealth the government can access any time.

They're easily controlled, quickly fragmented, and a rival can be easily supported so that both sides fight intensely.

Growth can be easily restricted.

Most importantly, gangs can openly operate casinos, brothels, and contraband businesses.

If one day, the gang doesn't obey, and the money doesn't suffice to feed those above, anyone would casually find a pretext to deploy regular forces and annihilate them.