The two quickly finished packing up the jewelry. No.1 Coolie cradled a pile of carefully selected, particularly exquisite pieces and headed outside. "You keep an eye on them while they work. Do a good job. Isn't the hadrosaur still eating? Once they're done, go ahead and give them some extra food!"
The laborers doing the work were all in lower positions—no skills, not too bright, and even struggling with Base Language, so all they could do was grunt work. The hadrosaur that accidentally wandered into the base perimeter was a good twenty meters long, with pure meat weighing several tons. Yet, the low-ranking laborers could only eat scraps and trimmings, never getting a chance to taste the good meat.
The base was not short on food, but that was just No.1 Coolie's way of managing things. Otherwise, if everyone were treated the same, who would bother working hard to climb the ranking system?
