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

"A sparrow may be small but it has all the vital organs."

This was Zhang Ye's first reaction after listening to Peng Yue's words.

To be honest, before he walked through that gate, he thought this place was nothing more than another Ecological Park, at most with more survivors living here.

But from the moment he entered the gate, he realized his notions were quite off the mark.

Li Wanhao was indeed no simple character.

He truly saw himself as a district chief.

The actual size of Wanhao District was just the northernmost market street of the old Jiangbei District, as well as several surrounding old neighborhoods.

Later, they expanded by incorporating a few factories on the outskirts.

Only then did it gradually become one contiguous area.

Compared to the safe zone established by Zhang Ye, this place was at most a third the size of a company's territory, with a population that, according to Peng Yue, was only seven or eight hundred people.

But that was the data he knew from a few months ago when he came here.

Back then, this place had just been established.

Based on what Zhang Ye had seen and heard today, just the survivors gathered on this once market street were at least five hundred strong.

If he were to go further into those northern neighborhoods, he suspected the numbers would only be higher.

Together, they surely reached over a thousand people.

After all, this place had become the largest survivors' settlement in the entire Jiangbei District, with a constant stream of people coming and going through various alleys and entrances.

There was even a dedicated patrol team responsible for clearing nearby dangers.

To ensure the safety of people passing through.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ye couldn't help but sigh and looked at the cards in his hand that resembled playing cards, lost in thought.

He had thought they circulated on a small scale, but the reality far exceeded his imagination.

This thing had spread in the north long ago.

When they entered through the main gate, there were even people from other settlements nearby coming specifically to trade, and the equivalent they used for payment was these cards.

The paper used for the cards was the most common playing card paper of the past.

Commonly known as 'black core paper'.

Even the pattern on the back hadn't been changed.

A blue clover pattern was clearly printed with the words Wanhao Card Factory, and the front displayed the denominations of currency: one, five, ten, and a hundred, just those four numbers.

This wasn't because Li Wanhao and Zhang Ye were in perfect sync, it was simply because the old Shen Zhou currency had been like this.

Everyone had copied it exactly as it was.

It was not original.

Playing cards that have changed their purpose are naturally no longer playing cards.

The so-called government of Wanhao District then gave a new name to this new type of paper currency they issued, called New Currency.

"New Currency?"

"The ambition is certainly not small."

Zhang Ye looked at the cards in his hand, couldn't help but laugh out, shook his head, and was about to throw them onto the table.

But at that moment, someone suddenly walked in from outside the door.

Peng Liu.

All of his brothers had come along this time.

The former Excellence Fleet was now in charge of transporting materials between the Jiangbei District base and the company headquarters.

To ensure the safety of the transport, and to alleviate the pressure on Gao Feng and her subordinates who had switched to security duty as Hunters, Zhang Ye had specifically established a security team dedicated to protecting the fleet.

Peng Yue and his several brothers were the main persons in charge.

They were also part of the Combat Department.

Their fleet was allocated to the transportation company under Wang Hu's command for management and coordination, and the drivers could choose to continue working as drivers or join the transportation security team based on personal preference.

And because these brothers were familiar with the Jiangbei District, they naturally became the escorts for Zhang Ye in this operation.

Since Peng Yue, the team leader, had already been added to the employee roster,

There was naturally no need to doubt his loyalty.

Peng Liu, striding into the room, saw Zhang Ye there and immediately said with a serious tone, "Boss, there's someone outside who wants to see you."

Someone wants to see Zhang Ye?

Instantly, all eyes in the room turned toward them.

Their glances were filled with a mixture of emotions: inquiry, suspicion, vigilance, but most of all, curiosity. Could Li Wanhao already know that someone from the company had arrived?

At first, Zhang Ye thought so as well.

But on second thought, it was impossible for him to know that he had come in.

Even among the survivors under the company's territory, the majority didn't know what he looked like, not to mention Li Wanhao, who was across the great river.

With that in mind, he immediately made a gesture to silence everyone.

"Just one person?"

This was the crucial point.

If the visitor was a fully-armed security guard or sentry, then the company boss's sneaky infiltration onto someone else's turf might indeed have been exposed.

Then they would have to seriously consider how to forcefully break out of this building.

But if it was just one person—

"Right!"

"Just one!"

Peng Liu, seeing everyone's tense expressions, was a bit puzzled and then explained, "It's the guide who came in with us today."

"He said he has business with you."

"Him?"

"What business could he possibly have?"

Gao Feng, sitting on the sofa, sat up straight, his face showing a hint of suspicion, thinking who knows if this person was sent by someone to spy on them?

The commotion they caused entering today was indeed not small.

Seven or eight trucks, large and small.

All loaded with canned goods.

Even in Wanhao District, such a convoy was a first; naturally, it attracted no small number of onlookers.

It wasn't impossible that they had caught the attention of certain people.

But when Peng Yue heard this, the expression on his face completely relaxed, and he said with a smile, "Maybe he saw that we have money and wants to come over for a job?"

The others, hearing this, all laughed. This was indeed very possible.

After all, surviving wasn't easy these days.

To find a job was even tougher.

It all depended on luck.

Zhang Ye, glancing at everyone, suddenly became more interested in the man and simply had Peng Liu bring him upstairs.

Before long, a middle-aged man with a shifty gaze followed Peng Liu upstairs.

All eyes immediately focused on him.

The man's body unconsciously tensed up.

He could clearly see that all these people had guns hooked to their waists.

He had never seen such a convoy before.

The survivors who usually came in for trade were mostly from other settlements, trading for materials they didn't have.

Food, clean water, or commonly used medications and the like.

Weapons were certainly carried as well.

However, most were close-combat weapons like knives, plus a few leather coats or armors indicated decent strength.

As for guns, they were usually homemade pieces bought here.

Because they were expensive, costing hundreds of New Currency to buy even one from government-run factories, it was impressive for a trading group to have three or four guns among them.

Any survivor carrying a gun was seen as a tough character in the eyes of common folks.

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Pretending to be very tough indeed.