Freeze the entire population, activate my Superman system?

10:00 AM. Management Office.

Guo Yueshan had just finished treatment in the newly built medical ward. He leaned back in his chair, his complexion slightly improved.

Shen Yuan stood next to him, holding a statistical table that he had just finished compiling.

"According to our previous plan," Shen Yuan opened his notebook, "if we concentrate the achievement points—30% will be used to upgrade the heating furnace, prioritizing areas where the elderly and children are concentrated."

20% will be used for upgrading protective fences and arrow towers in key locations to stabilize the defense line towards the artificial lake.

Of the remaining new buildings, at least three medical warehouses should be built, ensuring one in each area, and two material identification rooms should be built.

We also need to reserve some emergency points.

Guo Yueshan was silent for a moment, then spoke in a hoarse voice, "It has to be this way. Unlocking buildings randomly now is just a waste of points."

The points and resources need to be combined and planned as a whole by the management office.

Otherwise, people might build unnecessary fences only to freeze or starve to death, or they might occupy outer territory without any protective structures.

Shen Yuan pushed up his glasses but didn't say anything.

He had a vague feeling that it involved vested interests and wouldn't be so easy to push through.

Noon, in the property management lobby.

All fifty-one lords were present.

Other onlookers stood outside on tiptoe.

Yang Xiuming stood at the front of the crowd, his hands in his trench coat pockets, a faint smile on his face.

Standing beside him were Liu Yu, Ma Fang, and several lords who had recently become close to him.

Guo Yueshan stood in front of the whiteboard without taking a loudspeaker.

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear in the quiet air.

"Civilizational milestones may be a game played by aliens, or they may be gods and demons nurturing us."

But for now, we can only adapt to the rules of the game by focusing on survival.

According to the management office, each lord present had at least 400 points in reserve.

This is the foundation upon which our entire community survives.

He paused, then pointed to the allocation diagram on the whiteboard.

"The management office has made detailed plans and made unified arrangements to allocate points according to regional needs."

30% will be allocated to upgrading heating boilers and water purifiers, 20% to upgrading protective fencing, 10% to constructing medical warehouses and material identification rooms, and the remaining points will be used for emergency reserves.

"This plan prioritizes the protection of the elderly and children, ensuring a solid defense, and also ensures that the injured and sick receive timely medical treatment."

The lords whispered among themselves; many nodded, while others frowned.

But no one voiced any objection.

Within a week of its establishment, the management office was already perceived as an official body by the general public.

However, just when Guo Yueshan thought his plan could be implemented, Yang Xiuming stepped out from the crowd.

The fake smile on his face made Guo Yueshan's heart skip a beat.

"Director Guo, we ordinary citizens would like to express our opinions, is that alright?"

"You oppose this plan?"

Yang Xiuming smiled without saying a word, walked to the front of the stage, turned around to face everyone, and his face instantly turned cold.

"Unified allocation of achievement points sounds reasonable."

However, achievement points are distributed by the system to each individual lord, not to the administration office as public property.

Having been in management for a long time, Director Guo has developed a habit of using the "overall interests of the community" as a pretext.

Now I want to ask a question,

Why should those who have made no contribution enjoy the lord's resources?

This sentence was like a stone thrown into water.

The crowd fell silent instantly, then erupted in uproar.

"Yang Xiuming, what do you mean?" Zhao Tiejun squeezed out from the crowd, his face taut and ashen.

"My point is very simple," Yang Xiuming said calmly. "Our community currently has nearly two hundred registered residents over sixty years old, most of whom have no children and live alone."

They lacked the ability to work and fight, and they consumed only three meals a day, occupying the area covered by the heating stove.

"I'm not saying I won't help the elderly; I have an elderly mother too."

But the reality is, we have limited resources. Should we save everyone?

Equal distribution is what's meant to slowly kill us all!

Guo Yueshan was a smart man, and his breathing became heavy.

He didn't expect Yang Xiuming to make trouble at this time.

What exactly does he rely on?

Is it just Liu Yu?

But Guo Yueshan had no choice but to let him speak at this point, as people's hearts were already being stirred up.

"Therefore, my plan is to prioritize the protection of young and middle-aged people and those with professional skills, as well as the elderly and children with children."

Elderly people living alone without children will be housed in buildings on the outskirts of the community, which will also help protect us from attacks by those mutated monsters.

He raised his finger and looked indifferently at a few white-haired old people at the edge of the crowd.

"This is not cruelty, it is the law of nature."

It's better to let those who are valuable live than for everyone to starve to death or be killed by monsters.

This caused an uproar among the crowd.

"Yang Xiuming, you're not human!" a middle-aged woman shrieked. Standing next to her was her seventy-year-old mother, whose hands were trembling.

Many of her sisters live alone.

"You make it sound so nice, but you'll get the same treatment when you're old!" Old Master Zheng slammed his cane on the ground. "Who doesn't get old? Do you think you'll be young for many more years?"

Yang Xiuming did not respond to these accusations, but instead turned his attention to Guo Yueshan.

"Director Guo, you know in your heart that what I said is right."

Do you want to drag everyone down with you?

Guo Yueshan's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

But Yang Xiuming was clearly not there to interrogate him; he had already prepared everything.

Before Guo Yueshan could even express his opinion, Yang Xiuming had already played his last card.

"It seems that Director Guo does not agree with my proposal."

On behalf of 15 lords and 60 residents, I hereby form the Freemasons and formally announce our withdrawal from the unified allocation system of the management office.

We do not use the management office's emergency supplies, nor do we use the management office's achievement point allocation plan.

We plan our own achievement points!

But we made it clear that we are not leaving the community; if there is a common enemy, we will face it together.

However, we must make our own decisions regarding the allocation of internal resources; otherwise, we'll all perish in confusion.

Anyone else who wants to join our Freemasonry is welcome at any time.

Sure enough, the next second,

Liu Yu and more than ten other young lords instantly stood on Yang Xiuming's side, their faces expressionless.

Everything was planned in advance.

Many people outside the property management lobby also heard Yang Xiuming's impassioned speech, and their minds began to slowly shift.

Yes, they're not our own elderly relatives, so why should we bear the burden of these resource consumptions for them!

Guo Yueshan clenched his fists in anger.

No wonder Yang Xiuming hasn't caused any trouble lately; he had already won over a group of young and strong lords.

The current issues surrounding civilization milestones and resource allocation have presented him with a perfect opportunity to seize power.

A blatant scheme!

But Guo Yueshan had no choice.

The atmosphere in the central garden was as heavy as if it were frozen.

Guo Yueshan stood in front of the whiteboard, his lips moved, but he ultimately did not say anything to persuade him to stay.

In the silence, Ling Shuang stepped out from the crowd, attracting everyone's attention.

"The 90 buildings are subject to unified allocation by the management office."

Achievement points, resources, and personnel are all subordinate to the overall plan.

He paused, raised his head, and looked at the group of young men behind Yang Xiuming with a cold smile.

"If we get a taste of the benefits of abandoning the elderly living alone, will we then have to deal with the elderly who have children, since they won't make any contributions either?"

Then there are the children, but in the apocalypse, children can't be raised to adulthood.

Finally, even the weakest lord's companions will be abandoned.

Yang Xiuming looked at Ling Shuang indifferently.

"Is Manager Ling determined to side with the management office?"

He didn't dare to speak too harshly.

With Ling Shuang's individual combat strength, she could indeed kill him on the spot.

He continued to ask Ling Shuang questions in return.

"Am I wrong? Dividing equally is the most disgusting form of murder."

Just when Yang Xiuming thought Ling Shuang had nothing to say, Ling Shuang shook her head, her face showing a contemptuous expression.

"This only shows that you think the older generation in China are all like your mother."

Yang Xiuming's expression gradually darkened, and Ling Shuang's voice clearly reached everyone's ears.

"People of our generation are forced to be selfish to protect themselves by a materialistic society."

"But the older generation is different."

Not to mention that there are professors and senior technicians among these people.

If it really comes to the point where resources affect survival.

These elderly people will only become more determined to distance themselves from us!

Zheng Jing, standing in the crowd, cheered.

"Exactly, do they really think we old folks are shameless?"

When the old man went to the Northwest to burn himself out, you, Yang Xiuming, weren't even born yet!

A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd.

Zhao Tiejun walked out with a mocking expression and slammed the crossbow he was holding onto the ground. "I, Zhao Tiejun, obey the management office."

Su Wan, holding her recurve bow, silently stood behind Zhao Tiejun.

Aside from the people recruited by Yang Xiuming, the rest of the people stepped forward one by one and stood behind Ling Shuang.

Yang Xiuming's smile remained unchanged, but the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

He nodded.

"Okay, we may have different goals, but I'll still say this: brothers and friends who are willing to come, show your worth."

We Freemasons are all about friends who are capable and valuable.

You reap what you sow.

Then he turned around and left the property lobby with his people.

Zheng Jing pointed at Yang Xiuming's departing figure and began to curse, but it was to no avail.

Everyone realized that

Longmaofu residential community

From then on, the organization split into two factions: the management office and the Freemasons.

Everything has completely changed!