"Next, let's have the second meeting!"
Blake glanced around arrogantly, then sneered and said, "Although we got some food from the supermarket, the food we have now can only keep everyone going for another week at most. After a week, we must continue to go to the supermarket below to risk looking for food! Moreover, the food in the supermarket will eventually run out! We must ensure that we have enough food and water to sustain our lives before the military comes to rescue us!"
At this point, Blake looked at the people around him, his mouth curled up evilly, and he said arrogantly: "So, all the supplies from now on will be distributed by me alone! I will give more to those who are useful, and as for those who are useless, you can figure out a way yourself!"
"You...what do you mean?" an old woman looked at Blake nervously.
"That is to say, from now on, I will not distribute food equally, but according to the contribution to the shelter! Do you understand?"
