You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

Everyone nodded in agreement upon hearing this, and even a hint of surprise flashed in Zhang Ye's eyes.

Truth be told, he hadn't even considered this point.

Wang Hu, who was cracking sunflower seeds on the sofa, spat out the shell in his mouth onto the floor when he heard this and immediately said fiercely,

"Stealing stuff?"

"If they come here, we'll take them down one by one!"

"I'd like to see who dares to steal things on our turf!"

After he finished speaking and saw everyone looking at him with strange expressions, he first paused, then quickly realized his mistake.

Damn, this is the boss's villa, not my own room!

"Heh, sorry, got a bit carried away there."

"Don't mind me."

Wang Hu chuckled awkwardly and hurriedly picked up the seed shells from the floor under Zhang Ye's watchful gaze.

"You're docked three days' supplies."

"Ai Bing, continue, what else do we need to be aware of."

When the crowd heard Zhang Ye speaking again, they immediately turned their attention away from Wang Hu and pricked up their ears for the following announcement.

Ai Bing gently tapped her chin, then continued,

"The second issue is about the exchange point."

"With sufficient supplies, the next thing we need is an exchange point."

"It can not only demonstrate our company's strength but also increase the survivors' confidence in the company, so that our food coupons can be accepted as a currency by everyone."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Luo Xin slapped her thigh upon hearing this,

She finally understood.

"This is just like a bank, right?"

"To let others know whether the food coupons are usable, they need to see with their own eyes that the food coupons in their hands can be exchanged for food!"

"Right, Sister Ai Bing?"

Ai Bing looked at her with approval, smiled, and nodded; the latter immediately puffed up with pride.

"Zhang Ye, how awesome am I?"

"Awesome, indeed."

"Looks like your junior high foundation is pretty solid."

Luo Xin instantly grew anxious, but before she could speak, Zhang Ye was already urging Ai Bing to continue.

She could only huff quietly and slumped back down on the sofa.

"As for the third issue, I think it may be the most important one,"

"That's how we prevent our food coupons from being counterfeited."

As Ai Bing spoke, her gaze turned serious.

"Any currency that can't address the issue of counterfeiting usually ends in failure."

"Especially food coupons, which don't really have any technical barriers."

"If others really want to counterfeit—"

She stopped there and looked at Zhang Ye with a worried expression, the implication clear without saying more.

How difficult could it be to replicate food coupons that are printed with a printing machine?

Someone knowledgeable could probably replicate them at a glance.

To solve the issue of currency counterfeiting, there are only two methods.

First, strictly inspect for fake currency and crack down hard on it.

Second, implement certain anti-counterfeiting measures on the food coupons.

In Ai Bing's opinion, the second point was the most critical — that is, how to add anti-counterfeiting features to the company's food coupons.

They must be something unique to them, something that others cannot replicate.

Given the current technological conditions,

It's quite difficult.

However, she didn't see any hints of worry on Zhang Ye's face, but rather a slight sense of confidence that he had everything under control.

Could it be that this man had already thought of this problem?

Indeed, after Zhang Ye gave her a reassuring look, he promptly said,

"As for preventing others from forging our food coupons, we don't need to worry about that for now."

"They definitely won't be able to do it."

Upon hearing this, everyone became curious.

"Why?"

"Yeah, why?"

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"Looking at the boss's expression, does it mean he's already thought of a countermeasure?"

Everyone listened intently, eager to know what strategies this young boss had up his sleeve.

But Zhang Ye simply waved his hand and said candidly:

"There is no reason, we just don't need it for now."

"Think about it, apart from our company, who else can move around the city without any restrictions?"

"No one can."

Seeing the crowd still puzzled, he immediately continued to explain.

"To forge our food coupons, a printing press is necessary. In other words, one would have to take down a printing factory first."

"Considering the current situation, who has the strength for that?"

"Moreover, a printing factory has nothing else, just some ink and paper. Even if there are survivor groups with the strength, they wouldn't choose such a destitute place as a refuge."

Upon hearing this, Ai Bing's eyes were already filled with astonishment.

He truly had anticipated this.

However, it still seemed not entirely safe.

After all, their printing press was found in a small workshop, and who knows how many of such small workshops are scattered throughout the city?

It would still be necessary to combine this with a military strike.

Beyond that, for the long term, anti-counterfeiting measures ultimately must still be considered on paper.

As time passes, those survivors who have lived will begin to adapt to the post-apocalyptic environment, and whether individually or as a team, their strength will be enhanced.

In such a situation, occupying a printing factory to produce counterfeit currency becomes a possibility.

And her thoughts once again coincided with Zhang Ye's.

"You're right."

"Xu Lin, the task of fighting counterfeit currency is up to you."

After hearing Ai Bing's words, Zhang Ye turned his head to look at the silent Xu Lin from beginning to end.

His expression was hesitant as if he was worried about something.

"Hey, boss is talking to you!"

"Daydreaming?"

Seeing this, Tian Gou immediately nudged him with his elbow.

Xu Lin then came back to his senses.

But his gaze at Zhang Ye was somewhat complex.

He could never have imagined that this young man in front of him would have such astonishing ideas.

Issue their food coupons to replace currency?

And fight against counterfeit currency?

If this were in the past, he and his colleagues would surely have laughed it off, thinking Zhang Ye must be mad.

But now it was different; he could see that Zhang Ye was serious.

Defying the government?

Xu Lin knew very well that the government was likely gone.

Yet, as a seasoned inspector who had worked at the Security Bureau for over a decade, his trust and expectation in the government were not easily erasable in a short time.

And now it was clearly time to make a decision.

Should he abandon the past to find hope for the future under Zhang Ye's leadership, or should he wait like before, hoping for that behemoth to return someday?

At that moment he seemed to hear once again the countless cries and screams on the wind.

They had all pinned their hopes on him and on the government.

But what was the result?

All dead.

In the face of a crisis that affected everyone's fate, no one should place their hopes on something so ephemeral.

He had already failed once, so he could not allow himself to fail a second time.

"Mm, I'll handle this matter."

"There are still a few old colleagues at the station. They're all dead anyway; might as well do more for the people."