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

Zhang Ye watched as determination gradually solidified on Xu Lin's face, and the last bit of concern in his heart also vanished.

Now, Xu Lin was truly one of their own.

It was time to grant the next level of permissions.

Personnel power.

"Aren't we still short on staff for the Supervision Department?"

"I'll give you twenty positions."

"Is that enough?"

Xu Lin thought about his colleagues in the department and silently nodded.

Twenty people were quite a few.

That was enough.

Early the next morning, he immediately had Wang Hu drive him to the nearby Security Bureau.

He then brought back exactly twenty zombies in uniform.

The Supervision Department was instantly at full strength.

Beyond these zombie staff members, he could also pick ten survivors from the hotel with decent combat skills to serve as external staff.

These externally appointed human workers would mainly be responsible for supervising the other survivors at the hotel.

Their supply of materials was entirely dependent on their own performance.

Do well, get food.

Do poorly, get replaced.

At the same time, Zhang Ye had already begun moving the printing machines with the rest of the transport team into the villa district.

Printing food coupons was of the utmost importance and must be closely guarded.

Especially this old man.

The villa that was to serve as the makeshift print shop had all of its furniture removed.

The spacious living room of hundreds of square meters was large enough to accommodate the printing presses.

"From now on, these women will be your assistants."

Zhang Ye pointed to two women next to him and said to the old man.

The old man was startled, and his expression quickly turned to one of excitement as his gaze continuously circled the two relatively young women.

"Thank you, Director Zhang, thank you, Director Zhang!"

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"I didn't expect our company's welfare benefits to be quite generous..."

The two women had been brought back by Tian Gou recently.

They looked completely numb, as if they didn't see the old man's expression.

They had been trapped with a few men before and had already grown accustomed to selling their bodies.

As long as they could live and be full, who did it matter they were with?

Anyway, keeping an eye on this old man was their only concern.

Besides, they had a hidden mission, which was to learn all of the old man's printing skills.

Zhang Ye ultimately did not trust this lecherous-looking old man.

Women were easier to control than men,

Especially this type of woman.

Upon leaving the villa, the yard outside was filled with ten uniformed security guards.

They were responsible for the security work there, ensuring that no one inside could get out, and no one outside could get in.

If they found out the old man was trying to escape, they would kill him on the spot with a random beating.

The two women were no exception.

As Zhang Ye was arranging these matters, the old man was quietly observing this young man.

It was only when he was brought to the villa that he learned the outside world was in complete chaos.

Those on the streets weren't any kind of lunatics.

They were man-eating demons.

But what about this man?

He seemed to not fear those demons at all, and he could even command them!

The old man thought to this point and involuntarily glanced at the yard.

He was someone not to be trifled with.

"What's your name again?"

Zhang Ye suddenly asked.

He had just realized he didn't even know the old man's name.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

As soon as the words were out, the old man in front of him had already squeezed out a smile and quickly bowed with a nod:

"Luo Dafu."

"Director Zhang, just call me Dafu."

"By the way, Director Zhang, what exactly did you want me to do when you brought me back—"

Luo Dafu suddenly stopped as he spoke, his gaze filled not only with confusion but also a hint of worry.

At first, he thought the other party wanted him to help print counterfeit money.

But it wasn't until he left his yard that he realized.

If real money had turned into scrap paper, who the hell would have nothing better to do than print counterfeit money?

Are they so full they're bloated?

But aside from this skill, he really couldn't think of anything else about himself that Zhang Ye would find valuable.

He was over fifty years old, and he even needed pills to sleep with a woman.

Could he still be used for manual labor?

Just as he was thinking, he heard Zhang Ye say, "Of course, it's to utilize your strength, to print out some currency to use."

The old man was startled, then heard the other party continue, "However, the person depicted on it needs to be changed."

Upon hearing this, a child's image flashed across his mind.

Could it really be Big Head Son?

"Change it to me."

"From now on, every bill should bear my portrait."

"As for the name—"

Zhang Ye thought for a moment, it seemed a bit too rustic to call it a food coupon, and according to his idea, this thing could be used for more than just exchanging food.

"Let's call it a resource exchange coupon."

"Simple and easy to understand."

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While they were determining the size and denomination of the exchange coupons on one side, Liu Qingqing had already led the company's security team to the nearest and largest supermarket on the other side.

Bliss & Fortune Daily Goods Supermarket.

The supermarket sprawled over four floors.

From daily necessities like grains and oils to clothes and shoes, it had everything.

Even before entering, Luo Xin, who had come with her, could already hear faint, low growls coming from inside the supermarket.

"Qing Qing, shouldn't we wait for Zhang Ye as well?"

"Can just the two of us really handle this?"

Liu Qingqing glanced at her but didn't answer, instead picking up the walkie-talkie from the car.

"Hello, can you hear me?"

From the other side came a man's obsequious voice.

"I can hear you, I can hear you, just tell me what you need."

This man was also one of the survivors from the hotel; his name was Ma Yun, with a monkey-like face and clever at handling things.

He was the only living person who followed the two women here today.

"Open the back door of the van."

Upon hearing Liu Qingqing's voice, Ma Yun hurriedly turned to look out the window.

There were only two or three zombies nearby.

Still relatively safe.

He took a few deep breaths, quickly got out of the car, and in a flash, he ran to the rear to unlatch the van's door.

Inside the van sat a dozen security guards, neatly lined up on both sides.

"We've arrived, brothers," he managed a forced smile, but his hand gripping the rear door of the van couldn't stop trembling.

Swish—

The security guards suddenly stood up.

Then one by one, they jumped out and quickly surrounded the front of the vehicle.

Only then did Liu Qingqing and Luo Xin open the door to get out.

After looking around, they quickly took something out of their bosoms and placed it on the staircase at the entrance of the supermarket, then with a terrified Ma Yun, climbed up on top of the van.

"What I look forward to is not the snow~"

"But a winter with you~"

"What I look forward to is not the moon~"

"But the chance of meeting you~"

The melodious song quickly slid down the staircase into the supermarket.

A figure dragging its feet appeared.

Its face was rotting, half its body already drenched in blood, and its bloodshot eyes stared intently in the direction of the sound.

Thwack!

A steel pipe pierced right into the eye socket!

The staggering corpse coming from inside the supermarket fell heavily to the ground and was quickly dragged off to an alley next to the supermarket by one of the guards.

Then came a cacophony of footsteps and growls.

The tide had finally arrived.