"Alright, everyone, please follow us," Kisha said, clapping her hands to get Jason, Adam, and their team’s attention. "We’ll get you something to eat first, and after that, you can head to the marketplace to buy your supplies."
Upon hearing there was food in the cafeteria, Jason, Adam, and their people lit up with excitement, eagerly following Kisha into the base like ducklings trailing behind their mother. Tristan, meanwhile, refrained from reporting any updates or progress on other matters, aware that outsiders were present and it wasn’t appropriate to disclose sensitive information. He quietly walked a step behind Kisha, giving the newcomers a silent tour of the HOPE Base.
As they moved through the area, the base gradually revealed its impressive structure and efficiency. Everything was well-organized, and the base was bustling with activity. Each person had a role to fulfill, and though it was already past lunchtime, no one appeared hungry or in distress.
Children ran around cheerfully, elders lounged in shaded areas gossiping, and a few even relaxed with a smoke—clear signs that life here was stable and thriving. The more Jason’s group saw, the more astonished they became, realizing that HOPE Base lacked for nothing.
Naturally, since it was already past lunchtime, many of the office workers, especially those involved in drafting rules, regulations, and laws under the Patriarch, had already wrapped up their tasks for the day.
Most of them were older, well-educated men, and aside from their occasional debates over legal matters, they often had plenty of leisure time. With little entertainment available in the base for now, it wasn’t unusual to see them come out to the streets to unwind, casually gossip, and chat with others.
Surprisingly, their presence also served a practical purpose. While they socialized, they often kept an eye on the children, essentially acting as babysitters. This gave most parents, especially the single parents with more physically demanding jobs, particularly those in logistics, some peace of mind.
The logistics team was constantly on the move, delivering supplies to the workshops where artisans crafted goods both for the marketplace and internal use. Items like utensils, mugs, tables, and chairs used in the cafeteria were made in this workshop and distributed through the supply center.
In addition, the logistics team handled restocking materials for stall owners in the marketplace. After receiving the initial startup support, stall owners were expected to purchase their own materials to continue producing goods, which added to the constant flow of tasks for the logistics team. In short, it was one of the busiest departments in the base, and every little bit of support, intentional or not, helped keep things running smoothly.
Of course, watching over children required patience and constant attention, even for the elders. So, to show appreciation for their help, the parents often provided them with small comforts—like cigarettes, snacks, or meals.
These were usually purchased from the Supply Center, which was well-stocked with a wide variety of goods. In the HOPE Base, no one lacked what they needed, as long as they contributed through work.
Meanwhile, the other laborers were busy constructing the new workshop for the clothing store. Some of the artisans from the original workshop were set to transfer there to work under Mrs. Winters, who would now oversee their tasks as part of her expanding responsibilities.
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