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

"Thank you, Director Zhang!"

"You are such a kind person, boss!"

Realizing the value of the tickets in their hands, the throngs of people looked at Zhang Ye with even more fervor in their eyes.

Yet, even so, there were still those who expressed skepticism about the value of the coupons.

Sure, they say that, but who knows if they're not just fooling us?

Things are different now.

No one cares if you have currency.

It's only when you have those heavy supplies in your arms that you can truly appreciate the benefits.

So, some people began to hesitate, wanting to ask Zhang Ye if they could directly exchange their coupons for supplies, but when it came to voicing this, they didn't know how to approach the subject.

After all, these were handed out by the boss himself.

If you say you don't want them, wouldn't that be a blatant expression of distrust in Zhang Ye, as if to embarrass him deliberately?

The outcome of such actions was clear without further thought.

But to just take them and go?

What if they are fake—

Zhang Ye was no longer the inexperienced youth he once was.

Besides women like Ai Bing, he had men like Wang Hu, Tian Gou, and Xu Lin, who had been struggling in society for many years.

The hesitation and doubts plainly written on these men's faces were all seen by him.

Their reaction was, in fact, something he had anticipated.

He would have been doubtful too if he were in their shoes.

So, it was time to deepen their trust in him and the company.

"Now, each of you has seven units' worth of coupons in hand," he said.

"When you go back, you can try to exchange them and see."

Lachang, standing right in front of Zhang Ye, immediately asked with some excitement, "Director Zhang, are you saying these coupons can also be used at the hotel?"

The others perked up their ears upon hearing his question.

It was an extremely important question.

They needed to listen very closely.

Indeed, Zhang Ye's response settled their doubtful hearts and even sparked a vague sense of anticipation.

"Of course, they can be used," he assured them.

"These coupons can be used at any settlement within the company's sphere of influence." Enjoy new adventures at empire

"Naturally, that includes the hotel."

Hearing this, everyone looked around at each other, their expressions indescribably excited.

After exchanging glances, they once again began to chant Zhang Ye's name in unison, "Director Zhang is awesome!" "Director Zhang, I love you!" "Director Zhang, I want to have your babies!"

Zhang Ye remained cool and collected, silently enjoying the praise from the crowd.

The feeling of being the boss, it was truly great.

In a word,

Exhilarating.

Time flew by, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.

The members of the combat team who had returned to the hotel naturally all flocked to the hotel's logistics.

"I want this!"

"Instant noodles, exchange them all for instant noodles!"

While everyone was thinking about what food to exchange, Lachang had his eyes on the drink coolers in the corner, and immediately his eyes lit up as he said:

"Damn, I haven't had a soft drink in ages, give me a bottle of Kangshifu Iced Black Tea!"

However, the logistics staff's quoted price immediately riled him up.

"What?"

"Five yuan a bottle?"

"Are you trying to rob me?"

But his agitation was of no use.

The woman in charge of logistics didn't even lift an eyelid and rebutted him with a simple statement that it was a luxury item.

Lachang instantly felt deflated and silently exchanged for a bottle of purified water instead.

Even in the apocalypse, he was still broke.

A bleak world.

He followed the others back to the room, but found that, except for himself, it seemed everyone had used up all their ration coupons.

Everyone looked like a thief, clutching a pile of food and glancing around suspiciously.

Their eyes were full of wariness and doubt.

Fearful of being robbed.

Those who hadn't joined the combat teams gazed at them, holding their packages big and small, with eyes so greedy they were glued, unable to look away.

Who the hell would feel at ease in this place?

Ironically, the hotel's management style for the survivors was communal living, with all those below the rank of management personnel sharing a room.

So, even when the combat team members had returned to their own rooms, they remained constantly vigilant against their roommates harboring malicious intent, waiting for a chance to steal their supplies when they were unprepared.

The result was that most people didn't get a wink of sleep that night.

They all had dark circles under their eyes.

And, as expected, there were still incidents.

A team member had only gone out to use the bathroom, but when he returned, he found that only the torn packets of his two bags of instant noodles and three loaves of bread were left.

Naturally, this much food couldn't have been eaten by just one person.

Everyone in the room was involved.

Even though they had seen the consequences of theft just days before, they still took their chances, thinking the company wouldn't do much to them.

After all, Shen Zhou had its national conditions, and 'the law does not punish the multitude' was a long-standing rule among them.

Enraged, the team member immediately reported the matter to Xu Lin.

And then everyone in the room was caught.

But, although these people seemed fearful on the surface, there was still a dismissive look that occasionally flashed in their eyes.

Especially true for an elderly man over fifty,

and a teenager who was just a half-grown kid.

These two were the most arrogant.

Sure enough, pleas for mercy for them began, with arguments ranging from Shen Zhou's traditions to the pitiful circumstances of these people.

The number of sympathizers grew, and naturally, so did the clamor.

But this time, things were clearly different.

Xu Lin was not alone.

All nineteen members of the combat team, who had dared to fight the zombies at close quarters outside, seeing their comrade's plight, were united in resentment and stood solidly behind their team leader.

From the day they were selected and received their company salary, they were no longer on the same side as the hotel's other survivors.

These people had become genuine company dogs.

Your seat determines your stance.

Xu Lin's performance did not disappoint them.

As company management and the leader of the combat team, he was very clear about what the issue at hand meant.

How he dealt with these few thieves would directly determine the company's and the combat team's standing and image in the eyes of the survivors, and in such a situation, a strong approach was necessary.

Kill.

Kill them all.

In times of chaos, severe punishments are necessary.

Violating company regulations meant punishment was inevitable.

No matter if it was an elderly person, a child, or a woman, all were treated equally; no one was an exception.

So, apart from that team member, the remaining five survivors in the room were swiftly apprehended by the ferocious combat team, soon stripped bare, and hanged from a truck.

Amidst the pitiful howls, everyone was once again aware of the company's ruthlessness.

At the same time, everyone understood a principle.

If you want to live, you have to follow the rules.

Otherwise, this is what happens.

Meanwhile, Xu Lin's side saw a surge in survivors actively volunteering to participate in the selection.

Since one had to fight the zombies outside anyway,

why not try for the selection?

What if you passed?

The treatment of the combat team was clear for all to see.

It was legitimate supplies.

Enough for one's own consumption.