"Hoo..."
Chen Mang took a deep breath, sitting at the control panel, gently massaging his temples without saying much, just feeling a bit tired. He had mentioned a few days ago how much iron ore could be consumed just by the slaves eating.
As a result, there were 800 more slaves.
And they all only enjoyed the lowest Level 3 slave treatment.
The daily food expenses had suddenly increased to 1460 units of iron ore. This pressure was not ordinary, and he understood why he had never seen a train with over a thousand slaves before.
Who the hell can afford this?
Every day they woke up and faced the consumption of nearly 2000 units of iron ore, just thinking about it gave him a headache.
This is not like crafting a component where the consumption is one-time; it's a daily expense. If there's no mining for a day, it's a sheer loss. Without enough iron ore reserves, unable to find mines, these slaves would starve to death.
"Master Mang, should we lower the slaves' treatment?"
