421: Pension issues

Pan Han calculated it silently to himself, and he had a general idea in his mind.

An income of five yuan was enough for an ordinary person to go out and have ten good meals.

Added to the daily supply of cockroach biscuits, they wouldn't starve to death.

In the case of Pilot Wang, he might not go hungry, but his nutrition would definitely be insufficient.

"Elder, I still need to go to the other family to understand the situation. Once everything is clear, I will give you an explanation."

After Pan Han finished speaking, he was just about to get up and leave.

Unexpectedly, Old Man Wang gently pressed his arm: "Commander, there is no need to visit the other family."

"Elder, what do you mean by that?"

"The family next door has more people than us, so their situation will only be worse. It's a pity for my son and his comrade. They were both kind-hearted, good people. Sigh..."

After hearing this, Cheng Xiao gave the Second Sister a look, and she turned and left to find out the situation next door.

It is better to be rigorous about such matters.

In total, Pan Han and his group stayed there for an hour before he led the team away.

On the way back, the atmosphere was even heavier, and everyone remained silent.

The words Old Man Wang said before they left echoed in Pan Han's mind for a long time: "Commander, although little Wang is gone, our whole family is grateful to you. Without Dawn Base, we would not have the life we have now."

Returning to the villa, Pan Han, Cheng Xiao, Ellie, and the Second Sister sat around the coffee table.

Pan Han couldn't help it, so he took out a cigarette and lit one.

"Commander, I was wrong! Regarding this matter, I should have listened to Boss Qin; I am willing to take responsibility." After a long time, Cheng Xiao spoke first, breaking the silence.

"Seventh Sister, I don't think you were wrong." Hearing her say this, the Second Sister suddenly looked up, revealing a different expression.

"No, Second Sister! I shouldn't have insisted back then. Pilot diets should be uniformly regulated."

"That may be true, but their passing has nothing to do with you; you shouldn't carry that psychological burden." The Second Sister touched Cheng Xiao's arm, full of encouragement and comfort.

At critical moments, the Dawn Squad still took care of each other.

Seeing this scene, Pan Han felt quite emotional.

The squad members were as close as brothers and sisters, but weren't the pilots the same?

However, one couldn't say that the Second Sister was wrong either.

Everyone who had come to Dawn Base had a much better standard of living than before.

Not to mention being able to buy some grain, fruits, and vegetables every month, even the free supply of two cockroach biscuits a day was already top-tier in the apocalypse.

Before coming here, it was considered good if these refugees were just suffering from hunger.

Living in fear and in harsh environments every day was what was truly fatal.

"Let's talk about solutions. We can't go on like this. It's possible that similar situations will happen again in the future." Pan Han shook his head, freeing himself from other thoughts.

"I suggest we immediately restore the special catering system for pilots. We should strictly calculate the required energy and supervise them to eat at fixed times and in fixed amounts; they cannot take it away." Cheng Xiao spoke immediately; it seemed she had already thought it through on the way back.

"Agreed! We will draft the menu today and implement it tomorrow." Pan Han nodded.

"Commander, how much do you think is appropriate for the pension of these two pilots?" the Second Sister asked next.

"How much was it before?"

"Previously, it was 12 months' salary."

"12 months?" Pan Han frowned; he thought of those two rooms full of people.

1800 gold coins really wasn't much.

"Cheng Xiao, do I have a salary?" Pan Han suddenly changed the subject and asked a seemingly irrelevant question.

"Huh???" Cheng Xiao was stunned by the question.

She had never thought about setting a salary for Pan Han.

This was just ridiculous!

The entire base belonged to Pan Han; what kind of salary would he need?

"No... none! I forgot to set a salary grade for you." Cheng Xiao could only answer truthfully.

"Then it seems we have to change the policy." Pan Han had originally intended to donate his salary to the two families.

"Commander, just say it. Once it's decided, we'll implement it."

"Let's change the pension to 36 months' salary. 18 months will be paid in a lump sum, and the other 18 months will be paid monthly starting from next month."

"Okay, Commander, I've noted it down."

"After 36 months, either wages will increase, or prices will decrease. In any case, there must be some improvement. The revolution has not yet succeeded; comrades still need to work hard!" Pan Han sighed with emotion.

He was gradually beginning to feel the hardships of governing a country.

And this was just the beginning!

The population was only a hundred thousand, yet there were so many things to deal with.

When it really came to unifying the whole country, he would have to manage so many big and small matters every day; he would be worked to death.

"Commander, don't worry. Now that the restaurants can make money, they will automatically contact upstream grain and oil production. Naturally, there will be people growing more grain. Everything will slowly start running; we shouldn't be in a rush for this," Cheng Xiao comforted Pan Han.

"Yes, Commander, we now have people starting to brew wine, people trying every possible way to perform meritorious deeds, and people helping Old Wu find various mineral deposits. I believe it won't be long before the base's resources become abundant," the Second Sister added.

Hearing this, Pan Han felt a little relieved.

However, he had another worry.

If we don't count the cockroach biscuits, the current food self-sufficiency rate of the base is 25%, and most of the food is provided entirely by Pan Han.

As for cigarettes, alcohol, tea, sugar, toiletries, etc., 100% are provided by Pan Han.

Here lies a paradox.

If the apocalypse could completely get rid of Pan Han's support and be 100% self-sufficient, then his role would diminish.

A decrease in his role would inevitably lead to a decrease in his status.

But if he didn't let the apocalypse improve its self-sufficiency rate, Pan Han would find it very difficult to expand.

When the time came to unify the country, was he supposed to be responsible for the food, clothing, housing, and usage needs of hundreds of millions of people?

Not to mention maintaining the expenses of a huge army.

No matter how rich the Knight Order was, it couldn't withstand such spending!

Self-sufficiency rate, role, status, ruling power, expansion speed, public sentiment...

So many terms, so many dimensions, were churning together in Pan Han's mind, entangled with each other.

Pan Han felt like he was walking on a single-plank bridge, holding a balance beam with both hands.

To cross this single-plank bridge, he had to constantly adjust the balance beam based on his own situation and the surrounding circumstances to avoid falling off.

"Troublesome!" Pan Han felt distressed and pinched his forehead.

At this moment, Ellie suddenly asked: "Sister, do I have a salary?"

This question was asked at just the right time, and the frozen atmosphere was instantly activated.

"Little sister, you just arrived, so naturally you don't. But according to the rules, you should be at the same level as Asiba, 200 yuan per month," Cheng Xiao said with a smile.

"That's not right. You get 150, why does Asiba get 200?" Ellie was a bit confused.

"Because she is an Intermediate Evolver! Aren't you one too? Oh, right, I should be at 200 yuan now as well." After Cheng Xiao evolved, she had no time to think about these things; it was only when Ellie mentioned it that she remembered.

"Forget it, I'll just take 150 for now. Taking 200 right after arriving makes me feel a bit guilty." Ellie thought about her salary before she died, which she could never spend.

Now reborn in the apocalypse, she was getting so much!

She couldn't spend it, she really couldn't spend it all!

Hearing the two of them say this, Pan Han felt much more relaxed and asked with a smile: "Second Sister, your salary is also 150, right?"

"Yes, Commander. All members of the Dawn Squad receive the second tier of salary, while Asiba receives the first tier alone."

"What about Old Wu?"

"Him? Haha, he only gets 130 yuan." Now, whenever Old Wu was mentioned, the Second Sister would beam with joy; it seemed their married life was truly good.

"Damn, so that means Old Wu is living off his wife?"

"Pretty much. And he hands over all his salary, only getting ten yuan for pocket money every month. Haha." The Second Sister was quite excited when talking about her way of managing her husband.

"No wonder he always comes to me to bum cigarettes." After saying this, Pan Han took out two packs of cigarettes and handed them to the Second Sister, signaling her to give them to Old Wu.

"Thank you, Commander."

"You're welcome! Next, let's talk about having children."