The apocalypse is coming, and in the wasteland, everyone is grabbing supplies, fighting zombies, and desperately trying to survive.
I awakened the establishment system, and while others fought life and death, I set up human resources at the base.
The boss of space powers? Come, I will assign you a director of the materials department, with a monthly salary of 3,000 crystal cores, five insurances and one fund.
Boss God of War? The director of the security department is responsible for suppressing bandits, and will receive bonuses if his performance meets the standards.
Healing boss? The director of the medical department is provided with food and accommodation, and a pension upon retirement.
At first, the big guys wanted to kill me: "How dare you arrange this for me?"
Later: "Sir, can I get a salary increase? I want to be promoted!"
No one is in love, no one is engaging in infighting, everyone is working towards the base's KPIs.
Three years later, I built the wasteland into an orderly and safe city, and the bosses became my capable subordinates.
What? How do you think I, a woman, can control them?
Sorry, I have the preparation in hand, I have the world!
