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

As for the guns holstered at these people's waists, the man had truly never seen them before.

They looked somewhat old, resembling revolvers.

Could they also be homemade guns?

The man quickly diverted his gaze from the people in the room, but his mind still pondered, how could he not know that the factory was capable of producing such things?

While he was thinking, a calm voice suddenly sounded next to his ear.

"Have you had your fill of looking?"

The man instinctively raised his head and saw the young man who had given him medicine during the day sitting on the sofa, staring intently at him.

His gaze was as deep as the sea, devoid of any discernible emotion.

Sweat instantly started trickling down his forehead.

"Sorry, sorry..."

"I didn't mean to, it's just, just an accident...."

The man trembled all over in his panic, trying desperately to think of an explanation when he heard the other party suddenly chuckle and say:

"I didn't blame you, so why are you so nervous??"

Zhang Ye found it quite amusing inside.

This person did not know his identity, yet he became so frightened by a single sentence as if Zhang Ye would eat him.

Did he possess the so-called air of authority?

Upon closer thought, it wasn't easy to say.

After all, there were already thousands of survivors beneath his company's command.

With a single word from him, many people's fates would be decided.

This was power.

Embellished by power and status, even the most ordinary actions may seem significant in the eyes of others.

Over time, an aura of authority naturally developed around him.

Thus, his reassuring words not only failed to comfort but intensified the man's panic.

With a thump,

he actually knelt on the ground.

Then, a heart-wrenching cry filled the room.

"Brother, no, sir, my lord!"

"Please, I beg you!"

"My wife is still lying in bed with a high fever; it's been nearly a week!"

"My daughter, my eight-year-old daughter, hasn't eaten for two days!"

The man writhed on the ground like a worm.

It seemed as though he was trying to crawl towards Zhang Ye's feet.

But halfway there, he suddenly bumped into something.

It felt icy cold.

Like some kind of metal.

He cautiously raised his head to look and was so frightened that he let out a cry and sat straight down on the ground.

A tall woman was looking down at him, her hand holding a gun with its black muzzle pressed right against his forehead.

"Back off."

The icy tone carried a deep warning.

"Alright, alright, I understand..."

The man swallowed hard and immediately shuffled a few steps backward, but then he stopped again, his pleading eyes once more fixed on Zhang Ye behind the woman.

"Sir, I'm begging you!"

"Please help me!"

"My wife is getting worse; she needs medicine and nutrition!"

Just as the man was about to grit his teeth and kowtow on the floor, he suddenly heard the young man on the sofa say:

"So?"

"What does that have to do with me?"

The atmosphere in the room instantly solidified.

It seemed that no one expected Zhang Ye to say such a thing.

In their eyes, their young boss appeared indifferent but was actually a kind-hearted, amicable person.

The man was clearly surprised, but quickly realized, and lifted his head to shout:

"I, I am useful!"

"You're here to buy workers, right?"

"I know where there are people in need of work, and I can bring them all to you!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed.

Peng Yue scrutinized the man up and down before asking curiously:

"How do you know we're here to recruit workers?"

"Yeah!"

"How do you know that?"

Peng Liu on the side was also somewhat puzzled.

The premise of recruitment was having a factory, but the question was, how did this kid know they had one?

Could it be that someone had leaked the information?

Impossible, right?

The same suspicion arose in everyone's hearts.

Even Zhang Ye's gaze at the man became a few degrees more dangerous.

He was also waiting for an answer.

But the answer that followed made everyone a bit amused despite themselves.

"Ahaha."
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"I, I accidentally saw your goods today."

The man's eyes darted around, for he had actually intended to steal a few items.

Unfortunately, the people in the convoy were as vigilant as police dogs and watched very closely.

Although he didn't manage to get his hands on anything, he still saw what was inside the carriage through a crack.

Cans.

Loads and loads of canned food.

"Who nowadays would sell canned food?"

"It's either expired and spoiled, or, it's made by yourselves."

"So I guessed that you guys must have a factory..."

"That can package canned food..."

Actually, there was another reason the man didn't mention—that was, he saw no labels or packaging whatsoever on the cans.

Such a scenario would have been absolutely impossible before the disaster.

It was also for these reasons that he concluded these people must control a factory capable of packaging canned food.

Being able to trade so much canned food indicated that these people weren't lacking in food.

Entering with guns on them also meant they weren't short of weapons.

Thus, their purpose in coming to Wanhao District could only be one.

The factory needed people to work.

Bringing so much food naturally meant they were here to recruit people to work.

"Workers" was just a more euphemistic term.

In reality, it was slavery.

And such trades were actually not uncommon in Wanhao District.

All sorts of workshops and small factories needed people.

Where would the people come from?

Buy them.

As long as you have food, there are plenty of people willing to follow them.

When the man had shared all his conjectures, Peng Yue and the others looked at him with a bit more astonishment.

Clearly, none of them had expected this down-and-out guide to have such keen observational skills, completely unlike the commonly seen survivors with their vacant stares and sluggish behavior.

Zhang Ye waved his hand, signaling Gao Feng to sit down and not be so tense.

He then couldn't help but ask the man:

"What's your name?"

"You don't seem like an ordinary person. What did you do before?"

The man's eyes lit up with hope upon hearing this, and he eagerly stepped forward and hurriedly replied:

"Liang Wenjie, my name is Liang Wenjie!"

But when it came to discussing what he did before, a trace of regret appeared on his face:

"It's rather unfortunate."

"I'm not actually a local, just here on a trip."

"I used to work in sales."

"After over ten years, I had just been promoted to director not long before... "

His voice choked up as he got to this point.

Zhang Ye could imagine the rest without the man needing to continue.

Looking at the man's haggard face tinged with obsequiousness, a feeling of pity welled up inside him, and his gaze quickly shifted to Peng Yue behind him.

Peng Yue, also feeling a touch of sympathy, understood Zhang Ye's intention when he saw the look.

Two unopened boxes of medicine landed with a thump in front of the man.

Followed by a bottle of clean water.

And two cans of different flavored fresh canned food.

The man was overjoyed, his head bobbing on the ground like a drumstick, his words of thanks turning into sobs once again.

Gao Feng quietly glanced at Zhang Ye, her eyes now filled with even greater respect.

There are many who can be called strong in these times.

But those willing to help the weak?

Very few.