"Today's harvest operation was objectively a failure; we didn't complete the plan as intended."
As expected, the first words out of Tang Xiaoquan's mouth were like another heavy blow to the already burdened crowd.
"Moreover, considering the current psychological state of the zombie dog and the women, it's impossible for us to go out harvesting again in the short term. Therefore, we must devise a detailed plan for food supply and distribute accordingly."
Nodding instinctively, Lin Junfu had no objection to the young man's suggestion; indeed, the factory should implement a supply system according to a coordinated plan.
Continuing in the same aimless and careless manner as before would only make the factory's eventual fate predictable.
"Alright! Xiao Tang, I'll oversee this matter. Once the rice is threshed, we'll discuss it again!"
