Warhammer: From Planetary Governor

"The power of hope has become less..."

In the governor's office at the top of the tower, Ron let out a long sigh.

He just tried to improve people's lives to gain more hope.

but failed.

He selected the mining team with the heaviest workload as a pilot.

Miners have to work through complicated pipelines into underground mining areas, which is both hard and dangerous.

Not only do they have to face frequent landslides in the mines, but they also have to beware of attacks by mutants.

Death has become their daily routine.

Ron did not dare to change the production system on a large scale, because all production tasks in the territory were overloaded and a delicate balance was maintained.

If you take too big a step and break your balance, you will be in trouble.

At this time, even the slightest turmoil will cause more people to die.

Therefore, Ron just ordered the head of the mining department to give some workers a rotating holiday and give them one day of paid leave.

At the same time, it was announced that the mining team will have a rotation system in the future to reduce the pressure on the miners.

However, what Ron got was the workers' fear and less hope!

At this moment, Will, the director of the mining team, was standing in front of Ron, accepting questions.

If he hadn't been summoned by the Governor, a little guy like him would never have had the chance to set foot in the Royal Court District, let alone the Governor's office at the top of the mansion.

In order to meet the Governor, he took a luxurious bath and put on his best clothes, but he still looked a little gray.

"Mr. Governor, the workers are afraid..." Will lowered his head, looking terrified.

"Fear?"

"Yes, they are worried that someone will take their place during the vacation. They also said that the mining team cannot sustain it and are thinking of ways to reduce the manpower."

"Didn't you explain it clearly?"

"I explained it, but no one believed it at all."

Will's head lowered: "There are even rumors that there is a terrible ghost curse in the mine, and no one will be able to mine in the future!"

"What else? Is there no benefit at all after the vacation system was enacted?" Ron asked.

"That's true. Those who stayed behind worked even harder. They didn't dare to rest even if they were injured, for fear that someone would ask them to leave the mining team."

Ron immediately corrected him: "It's a temporary leave, not leaving the mining team!"

At this moment, Ron realized that management was not easy.

The method is good, but the execution below is wrong!

Of course, it is also possible that this system is not in line with the current status quo and he acted too hastily.

Fortunately he was only trying it on a small scale, otherwise there would have been big trouble.

"Yes, it's a vacation, Mr. Governor, that's what I told them!"

Will was so scared that he could barely stand.

In fact, he also didn't understand the Governor's behavior.

God Emperor, Lord Governor, let the miners take paid leave!

He had never heard of the term "paid time off" or seen anything like it.

This unprecedented thing is terrifying, and I can’t figure out why?

All he knew was that life was difficult now.

The miners would rather die of exhaustion in the mines than leave.

Because leaving means losing the source of food, someone will starve to death!

Will, like the miners, had random thoughts and was at a loss as to what to do.

Is there really something wrong with the mine?

Or is it, as the rumors say, that the Wangting District has no food and can no longer pay the miners' daily wages?

Miners' salaries are calculated on a daily basis, because no one can guarantee whether they will see the sun tomorrow.

Now the miners' daily wages have been reduced from three pieces of corpse starch to two pieces, and many miner families are struggling to survive on these two pieces of corpse starch.

If the two pieces of corpse starch couldn't be fermented, I don't know how many people would starve to death.

Will thought to himself inexplicably, if the mining team was gone, wouldn't he, as a supervisor, have no purpose for his existence?

Without this job, how can he explain to the people below, and where can he go?

The current situation is grim. At such an old age and not physically fit enough, even the factory is unwilling to accept him!

Thinking of this, Will seemed to see his wife and two little daughters starving to death and being dragged away by the corpse collection team.

Sadness surged into his heart, and he couldn't help but sob: "What can we do? God Emperor, please save us!"

The next second, Will realized his impoliteness and quickly covered his mouth, but he still couldn't control his emotions.

He sobbed and burst into tears in front of Ron.

Ron was silent.

Even Will, the director of the mining team, doesn't believe in the Wangting District, nor does he believe in himself as the governor, let alone the people?

On the basis of lack of trust, anything he does will only increase people's suspicion.

The more you do, the more mistakes you make!

Unless he can really come up with a large amount of supplies to distribute and continue to improve the lives of workers, he can give desperate workers hope for the future.

But Ron can't do this for the time being.

Because the grain reserves in Wangting District have really bottomed out, he can't take out so much grain.

It can be said that the territory is on the verge of crisis.

He has a solution to the food problem.

It means to collect enough power of hope, and then start the teleportation to enter the farm of the space ship to obtain the planting technology and seeds left over from the golden age.

But the plan is stuck here. Without the power of hope, he can't go.

The key to the problem is how he can use the remaining supplies to give people the greatest encouragement and generate enough hope.

"My Lord Governor, please forgive me for my rudeness!"

After Will stopped crying, he knelt down in fear and begged Ron for forgiveness.

Ron came back to his senses, shook his head and said, "Get up, I won't blame you."

Seeing that Will was still anxious as he stood up, Ron had no choice but to ask.

"If you have any questions, just ask."

"Sir Governor, can the mining team be able to maintain it? The miners need this income, and I can guarantee that they will never be lazy..." Will was a little submissive.

"Yes," Ron said firmly, "I promise you!

I didn’t think well about the vacation. You go back and inform everyone, and everything will continue as usual..."

Ron thought about it and decided to temporarily suspend the vacation system to prevent suspicion and rumors from spreading.

After all, the relevant system requires abundant materials and productivity as its foundation. The time is not yet ripe, so don’t add any unnecessary extravagance.

If the game breaks down, there will be no place for him to cry.

"Okay, Lord Governor!"

Upon hearing this, Will breathed a sigh of relief and became visibly happy.

The power of hope +1!

Ron felt a little hope emerge from Will.

Seeing this, Ron decided to try further.

He patted Will on the shoulder: "Do your job well and I won't treat you badly."

"I will, Lord Governor!"

The power of hope +1!

Ron held Will's hand and continued eagerly: "The Governor is very optimistic about you. As long as you work well, I will promote you and raise your salary..."

Ron made another big mistake, and Will no longer had any hope, and even felt a little panicked.

It seems that the effect of language deception is limited.

Ron felt a little regretful and had to end the conversation and let the other party leave.

"Wait a moment!"

Just as Will turned to go out, Ron stopped Will.

"You have two children at home, right?"

"Yes, they are five years old." Speaking of his children, Will couldn't help but smile.

"You're all here, let's bring some gifts back to the children."

Ron pointed to the frosted poro cookies and colorful candies on the table.

It was just delivered by Linda, and it was smelling good.

When they were talking just now, Ron noticed that Will's eyes seemed to be drifting to the plate of sweets and pastries.

He thought that he would just give some small gifts. People were already here, so it would be bad to go back empty-handed.

In fact, Ron was used to living in a world with abundant materials in his previous life, so he didn't feel how scarce these things were.

There are many precious ingredients stored in the warehouse of the Spire Mansion. Those things were extremely precious materials even before the hive fell.

Only the real big shots can enjoy it.

For someone of Will's stature, unless the governor specially summoned him, he wouldn't even have a chance to smell it.

"Mr. Governor" Will swallowed and could barely control his voice: "You said you gave these things to me?"