The assistant he selected glanced through it, "Two hundred and twenty-five yuan, sir."
Hope was quite satisfied, over two hundred yuan; although not much, it's a good sign.
He actually already had the means to move out, but he wouldn't do so, as he wanted to be with his refugee brothers and sisters at all times.
Today, he had an important matter to attend to.
Refugees had gradually formed many gangs, some just to protect themselves from being bullied by other gangs.
Some were for obtaining resources from others to make their lives a little better.
And some were trying to infiltrate other areas or run various criminal businesses.
It's said that a bunch of guys stole steel bars from a construction site and made quite a bit of money, achieving food freedom.
Hope actually despised these people, whether in Slade or in the Federation, they were always at the bottom of society, but now he had to rely on them because they represented strength, the fist of the refugees.
