Chapter 1039 Why don’t you all take a look around?

Chapter 1039 Why don't you all take a look around?

With how my brain works, I'd very much prefer to follow the plan I laid out for the day than what we were currently doing but since the change was actually needed, I was now operating with a higher chance of blowing up due to minor inconveniences. The feeling was akin to thinking about the meal you were planning to eat once you get home but one of your friends or family members decided to eat it without saying anything. n./0velb1n

But yeah, my assumption with this group we saved was that they'd be all thankful for what we've done with them but since there were unforeseen circumstances that led to blame and whatnot to get thrown around, I almost threw out actual victims by simply disagreeing with me.

Sure, Brenda did make a few valid points in regards to the "free" items we've repossessed outside but it didn't mean that those things belonged to her or everyone should be mindful of what they were taking.

It would've been great, of course, but no one in their right mind in this type of setting would do just that, and it was like those helicopter parents that would blame the school or their sports committee because their kid didn't score as many points as the school's MVP.

There was no other way to put it because that was just how it goes but they also shouldn't bite the hand that was about to feed them, because not only would they look like the most ungrateful human beings on this planet, but they'd also look like whiney little fucks that wanted everything to be handed to them in a silver platter just because they fucking grew vegetables for months.

Then again, the only way to move forward was to move past my anger and for them to move past their victim mentality, or else we'd accomplish nothing, and a slimy fuck like Mr. Crisologo would take up the reins again and continue his work.

And that was what we just did.

For a few minutes, we tried to clear the air for a little bit as everyone else tried to calm down and see the what-ifs now that the fucker missing an ear was tied on the back of my truck, and it didn't take long before I addressed everyone else once again:

"Here's how it's gonna go: the first thing we'd do in this place is to redistribute all of the wealth Mr. Crisologo had to all of you but if you really want to be fair with everyone else—"

One of the civilians raised his hand so I stopped myself:

"THAT'S WHY THOSE GUARDS OF HIS NEVER LEAVE HIS SIDE!"

"I-I'm... I'm gonna cry..."

"FUCK!"

Obviously enough, these people who looked like they'd kill a man for a full meal were mad as fuck that Mr. Crisologo made them do all the heavy work while he lived a lavish life with security and bitches, but I'd still need to give everyone else the reality of the situation.

I waited for everyone else to calm down before I opened my mouth:

"Can I speak now? Yes? And here's the thing: Once we redistribute all of Mr. Crisologo's resources to all of you here, you'd probably eat like kings for five months or so but then what?"

One of them who looked like a woman in his 40s responded, "W-What do you mean?"

"I mean, I'm gonna help you fix this wall, provide security for a time but what are you gonna do while that's happening? Again, I did say you'd have to earn your keep. I haven't had your name yet—"

"Amanda. The name's Amanda."

"Oh? We also have an Amanda back home, a great agriculturalist, who grows these tasty mushrooms— but anyway, I'd hate to say this but you'd have to continue what you were doing before but in a slightly different way. You catch my drift?"

John asked, "C-Can you please elaborate?"

"Sure! Why don't you all take a look around?"