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

Punishment aside, the team members couldn't let their guard down against their roommates in such a short time.

So they stayed up another night, guarding their supplies.

Finally, they couldn't hold on any longer.

More than a dozen people hadn't closed their eyes for two full days and nights. Forget training, one person nearly fell asleep while using the bathroom.

If it weren't for a quick-reacting survivor who accompanied him, he would probably have drowned in the toilet on the spot.

They knew this couldn't go on.

It wasn't just a matter of missing training; if they kept this up for a few more days and their health failed, they wouldn't just be at risk of losing their supplies—their very lives would be in peril.

"Hey?"

"You talking to me, Lachang?"
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"How come you're looking so chipper?"

As everyone racked their brains to find a way out of the current predicament, Lachang, with his rosy complexion, suddenly attracted everyone's attention.

Zhou Yong, equally worn out, turned to look at him when he heard the voice.

A look of confusion filled his eyes.

Where did this kid's supplies go?

Did he finish them all?

Soon someone asked this question, but Lachang seemed confused and retorted, "Supplies? What supplies?"

Thinking he was still half asleep, the others quickly reminded him, "The exchange coupons."

"Didn't we all go to exchange them together the other day?"

"You couldn't have finished them all, could you?"

While their mouths voiced this possibility, their minds didn't quite believe it.

The company provided meals, after all.

Did he spend them on prostitutes?

But Lachang answered innocently, "No, that day I just exchanged for a loaf of bread and a bottle of water for a late-night snack."

As he spoke, he pulled something out from his jacket.

Everyone saw that it was the exchange coupons.

The clever boy!

It turned out he hadn't exchanged them all!

Having the exchange coupons on his person was obviously much better than their guarding their supplies and not daring to sleep!

Without a second thought, everyone else rushed to the hotel's logistics department.

"We want to store our supplies!"

"Director Zhang said we can directly exchange supplies for coupons!"

The entire tactical team flooded the room of the person in charge of logistics in an instant.

Yet the woman sitting in the office chair simply nodded and said:

"Yes."

"According to the regulations from above."

"Each time you store supplies, you must pay a 10% service fee."

"Pooling is allowed, who's first?"

The crowd immediately fell silent.

A 10% service fee?

If they didn't know that this woman couldn't lie, they would have had a mind to curse her on the spot.

They suddenly recalled Zhang Ye's affable smile.

Such a capitalist, indeed.

That was just too much!

But dissatisfaction aside, storing supplies in the company's warehouse seemed like the most favorable option from any perspective.

It not only relieved them of the hassle of keeping their own supplies but also provided convenience of use.

Zhou Yong was the first to lead the way in storing goods.

With one taking the lead, others naturally followed, and soon all of their supplies were back in the hotel's warehouse.

With this in and out, the company essentially saved the reward of two people.

The profit margin was shockingly high.

Meanwhile, the value of the exchange coupons was greatly demonstrated, successfully taking the first step in Zhang Ye's plan.

That was to start with internal personnel, gradually getting people to accept this form of currency.

To ultimately transition from bartering goods to exchanging coupons for goods.

The process was destined to be long.

But considering the current circumstances, it was an incredibly successful start; from then on, all company rewards would be issued in the form of exchange coupons.

To prevent currency devaluation or inflation, Zhang Ye had a special discussion with Ai Bing and others on a problem.

That was how many coupons should be issued.

The two college students looked confused, admitting they had never learned about such matters.

If it weren't for the presence of Ai Bing, a bona fide university professor, Zhang Ye, who was also somewhat baffled, would have probably flipped through a Shen Zhou middle schooler's textbook.

The answer was actually quite simple.

Since the exchange coupons were directly linked to physical goods, it was essential to ensure that each coupon could be exchanged for goods of corresponding value.

Put simply, the total denomination of the currency must not exceed the total value of the goods.

The two should be kept as equivalent as possible.

As the discussion progressed, the next question immediately arose.

Just how many goods did the company have?

Nobody knew.

Not even Liu Qingqing, who was in charge of logistics, nor Zhang Ye, the company's chairman, had ever considered this question.

The only thing they both knew was that there were plenty of goods, more than enough to eat.

Truly more than enough to eat.

Assuming it was just the few of them in the company.

For the time being, the only place to store goods within the base was in those villas.

Given the current circumstances, the supplies stored in those villas would last them for a few years, assuming that the food wouldn't spoil or deteriorate.

But once the company expanded, these supplies might not cover the consumption of the employees.

Not to mention that they were also planning to engage in grain trading in the future.

Upon further consideration, it wasn't just a matter of insufficient goods—it was far from enough.

"You two, can't you be a little more diligent in your work?"

"This is too sloppy, isn't it?"

Upon hearing this, Ai Bing couldn't help but lecture Zhang Ye, the company's chairman, and Liu Qingqing, the little secretary who stayed up late with him all night.

Zhang Ye still wore a playful smile, while Liu Qingqing didn't dare to speak anymore.

She was responsible for both finances and logistics.

There was no shirking of responsibility.

"Qingqing, your next task is to take stock of exactly how much goods the company has,"

"Which ones are easy to preserve,"

"And which ones are prone to spoilage."

"Categorize them properly and record everything in the register, making sure it's all clear and transparent."

Ai Bing, with a stern face and keen gaze, stared intently at Liu Qingqing before her, the authority of a teacher on full display in that moment.

"Oh, I understand,"

Liu Qingqing responded meekly.

Seeing her sincere attitude, the woman revealed a satisfied smile before turning her gaze to Zhang Ye, who had been watching the drama unfold.

The smile on Zhang Ye's face suddenly stiffened.

"Hehe, uh,"

"I just remembered there's something I haven't finished yet, you two chat first..."

He started to rise as he spoke but was immediately pinned down by the woman sitting on his lap; he suddenly sank deeper into the couch.

"Ai, Teacher Ai,"

"What are you, what are you doing?"

The intense physical stimulation made Zhang Ye stutter in his speech.

He glanced subconsciously at Liu Qingqing beside him, only to find that instead of minding, she even showed a schadenfreude expression.

Ai Bing sat above him, commanding the high ground.

The eyes hidden behind her glasses watched his face quietly.

Zhang Ye suddenly had an illusion.

The woman before him seemed to have transformed into a dangerous snake.

And he was the little white mouse being targeted.

The snake had coiled itself tight.

No escape.

In the face of this situation, Director Zhang decisively chose to confess and seek leniency.

"I admit it!"

"There have been some omissions in the management of the company!"

"But you can't blame me, who doesn't make mistakes their first time as a boss?"

"There has to be a process for trial and error, right?"

Sure enough, Ai Bing seemed to be persuaded by his words, nodding silently.

Just when Zhang Ye thought he could finally take a breath of relief, the woman suddenly asked:

"So?"

"What do you plan to do about the problem of food spoilage and deterioration?"