What's Wrong with the Second Generation of the Doomsday Factory, Which Only Accepts Female Employees?

The apocalypse is coming, and the survivors are so hungry that their eyes glow green, and they risk their lives for half a moldy can. The dilapidated factory left by Anle's father became his biggest golden finger. The system is activated, and the rules are simple and crude: if you take in a female employee, you will be rewarded, and buffs will be randomly obtained. Today I hired a female college student who knows how to grow vegetables, and the wasteland outside the factory was filled with fresh vegetables overnight; Tomorrow, a veterinary lady will come. The piglets in the farm grow faster than zombies; If we hire an accountant the day after tomorrow, the warehouse capacity will be doubled. The survivors outside gnawed tree bark and drank sewage, enjoying themselves in the factory: The canteen provides enough meat and vegetables for every meal, the staff dormitories have private bathrooms with hot water, the workshop has an eight-hour work schedule, and the five social insurances and one housing fund are paid on time at the end of the month, and there are even two weekends off. Absurd? What's even more absurd is what follows. Those once-high-ranking female celebrities, female Internet celebrities, and female CEOs were all standing in front of the factory with unkempt appearance, just for a "official establishment" that included food and accommodation. This was nothing at first, until someone discovered that the span of people recruited by Anle was too big? The survivor camp next door exploded, and they jointly ran to the factory gate to denounce: "He takes in girls who dropped out of school at the age of 18, single mothers who are 30 years old, and mothers who are in the cafeteria at the age of 50..." "Is this a fucking factory or a harem? Isn't the taste too strong?" Anle walked slowly to the door and replied confidently: "Beasts? I just want to give them a stable home. What's wrong with me?"