Food God System: Wasteland

In the meeting that followed, Chen Che asserted his authority, giving a speech that was both captivating and uplifting. Though it was unclear what everyone present was truly thinking, the atmosphere compelled them to shout unanimously.

"Loyalty!"

After the meeting concluded, Bobby instructed the crowd to disperse, immediately returning to his assigned district to start up business operations.

Later, Bobby sought out Chen Che for a private report.

"Master Chen, this is the current personnel list of our gang..."

Chen Che glanced at the records compiled by Bobby and couldn't help but remark, "Wow, I have quite a few men under me now."

The entire Wildfire Gang had expanded to a staggering number of 4000 members.

A solid count of 4000 gang members.

Is it a lot? Actually, it's not that much.

According to conservative estimates, there used to be at least thirty thousand people in the Upper City doing gang-related business.

And that's just the Upper City.

It doesn't include the Lower City District.

Adding the Lower City, it has been estimated that out of the entire million population of the Ninth Special Zone, at least tens of thousands are involved in gang activities.

Currently, the whole Upper City is under Chen Che's control, and although the gang of 4000 sounds large, it is the only one in the Upper City.

Originally composed of multiple gangs totaling forty thousand, now reduced to one gang of 4000.

Is this good or bad?

Who can really say?

Among these 4000 members, only about 500 are absolutely loyal to Chen Che.

The other thousand were recruited from various other gangs.

After all, with the entire Ninth Special Zone now under one gang's control, a few hundred members wouldn't be nearly enough.

Chen Che understands that the vast majority of these thousand men aren't particularly loyal to him and have submitted due to his intimidating presence.

At this point, he indeed doesn't have a way to provide everyone with Loyal Meat Buns to transform these people into die-hard followers.

If he wanted to do that, he'd have to knead dough and make buns non-stop, 24 hours a day.

But for now, with a shortage of personnel, he can only make do with the current arrangement.

Furthermore, these people aren't fools; Chen Che is quite prominent right now, and there's neither reason nor necessity for them to betray him.

Who to work for? Isn't it about working or not working?

Naturally, one must choose a promising boss.

Looking across the Ninth Special Zone, Chen Che is definitely the most promising.

Bobby thought of something else and said to Chen Che, "By the way, Master Chen. You must know that a significant portion of the territories and businesses we currently control are backed by government officials.

These businesses are their private patches, voracious eaters who have been taking from them for quite some time. We've snatched them outright, making a bold move. They now submit to Director An's authority, and you, being a favorite in Director An's eyes, naturally render them mute.

However, over time, these guys definitely won't sit still, and once they unite to cause trouble, it would be challenging for us.

Do you have any idea on what to do?"

Upon hearing these words, Chen Che gave a faint smile and said, "In the end, don't they just want money? You send someone to contact them, tell them I have no intention of being their enemy; rather, we can all be partners in cooperation.

Before we occupied these districts, who were the major backers behind the scenes? Find out and reach them. Tell them I'll give them thirty percent of the profits monthly; they won't have to do anything, just collect the money as before.

As for whether the money is more or less, that's not my concern; I only offer thirty percent.

If they're still unhappy or greedy, I don't mind playing with them a bit."

Chen Che had already seen through the political landscape of the entire Ninth Special Zone.

Before experiencing the recent assassination.

He might have had some rosy views regarding some government officials in the Ninth Special Zone.

But now, he realized it's just the same.

As long as it's within the Ninth Special Zone, An Nishang is currently the most powerful.

Compared to other government departments and the Judicial Bureau, apart from the Finance Bureau, none are worth considering so far.

It's just that with the gang operations just starting off.

He decided to offer thirty percent of the profits to satiate these gluttonous appetites.

If they're willing to accept, and everybody cooperates smoothly, then all the better.

If they refuse.

Then Chen Che doesn't mind playing with them a bit.

After all, An Nishang has now become Director, meaning from a certain perspective, he has the entire Judicial Bureau backing him; such strength would be a waste if not used, wouldn't it?

Bobby naturally understood, nodding with a smile.

Bobby was about to leave to carry out his tasks, when Chen Che called him back. Chen Che looked at Bobby and said, "By the way, the business you mentioned earlier with Xia Chen has been interesting to me lately.

Now, I feel we're qualified enough to discuss business with the Underground Emperor of the Lower City.

Find a way to contact the Underground Emperor in the Lower City, so both sides can engage in a mutually beneficial business venture, which I think would be best."

Bobby was delighted and asked, "Master Chen, do you want to negotiate in person?"

"Yes. Try to arrange a meeting..."

Bobby immediately nodded enthusiastically.

Xia Na heard their conversation, lifted her head, her eyes somewhat red, seemingly unable to hold back, having just shed tears. Xia Na sniffed, her voice carrying traces of crying, asked, "How much money do you plan on making? Isn't the money you have now enough? You control the entire underground business of the Upper City, earning fortunes daily is not an overstatement, right? You still want to take risks doing business with the Lower City?"

Chen Che turned to Xia Na, touched her cheek with his hand, his thumb brushing over her pink lips. Xia Na, with mock annoyance, opened her mouth and bit his thumb.

Feeling the touch of Xia Na's tongue on his fingertip, Chen Che finally said, "Nana, the gang I want to run isn't just about fighting; what you see now in those businesses will make this gang gradually disappear in the tides of history.

The gang I want to manage is one that will be chronicled in history books; a significant chapter in history."

Xia Na listened, half-understanding, and Chen Che curiously asked, "What's wrong with you? You seem like you've been crying... like yesterday."

Yesterday afternoon, An Nishang wasn't around, and the ravenous Xia Na had proactively sat on top of him.

And what followed was sobbing uncontrollably.

As for why she cried uncontrollably, those who understand will know.

Xia Na said dejectedly, "The Prime Minister... died... He hasn't succeeded in the Northern Expedition yet... How could he just die?"