Li Yuanxu thought for a moment, and then forgot about Uncle Wang and Aunt Wang.
This couple is both intelligent and zombie-like. Who can find them if they go into a zombie-dense area in the city?
"Come here," Li Yuanxu waved.
After Wang Meng opened the door, the iron fence door was not closed, and there were naturally security personnel stationed outside.
When the man saw the big boss calling him, he opened the door and walked in.
Li Yuanxu didn't say anything more, he just grabbed the man's hand and scratched the palm of his hand with one hand. The spatial power attached to his hand was extremely sharp, as if it was a knife, and it scratched out the palm of the security guard's hand. A wound exceeding ten centimeters.
Blood immediately flowed out of it.
Li Yuanxu immediately smelled the smell of blood, and the mother zombie in the iron cage naturally smelled the smell of blood that made it addicted. The scarlet eyes on its fleshy body looked over.
Not only that, the flesh wall attached to the iron cage pole seemed to be condensing into strips of meat, and the two invisible legs below its meat mountain also moved.
Li Yuanxu just narrowed his eyes. He clamped the bleeding wrist and moved it forward, almost touching the iron rod.
The security guard who was called frowned slightly and felt that his palms were numb. He knew that this was an illusion given to him because he was cut too fast and the sharp tools used to cut the wounds were abundant enough.
As Li Yuanxu grabbed his hand and pushed it forward, the muscles in his palm also twitched, and he suddenly felt a heartbreaking pain.
But the security guard didn't do anything except frown. Even when Li Yuanxu grabbed him and handed him forward, he didn't feel the slightest resistance!
"..."
The mother zombie is ready to move, especially when the smell of blood is getting closer and closer, making it feel restless.
But until Li Yuanxu let go of the security guard's hand and asked him to go down to find a healer to recover his wounds, it didn't make the slightest move!
Li Yuanxu nodded with satisfaction and said, "In the next period of time, I will upgrade you to the sixth level. Do you know the direction of improvement, right?"
"More...more?" The voice of the mother zombie was not very clear.
"If the child body can give birth to wisdom, then this can be given priority," Li Yuanxu nodded slightly.
Wang Meng, who was on one side, turned to look over, but Li Yuanxu ignored him.
Whether it’s a human being or a ghost, whatever can be used is good!
An Ruodian's incident opened up an idea to him. If the offspring cultivated by the mother zombie can have a certain degree of intelligence, they don't even need to be intelligent to be able to understand commands.
It is the same thing to let the zombies bring the camera equipment into some areas where zombies are densely packed, and then have someone specialize in them to pick up the key points in the video after they return.
"Okay... I can't... be sure... it's definitely... okay..." the mother zombie said obediently.
Li Yuanxu's eyes fell on the huge 'meat line' on the meat mountain. It was the area where the mother zombie gave birth to the child zombies. When the pregnancy was complete, the line would open and the child zombies would come out.
He glanced casually, then got up and left here.
Apart from here, there was nothing else to see, so Li Yuanxu returned to the central dormitory building.
…
During the quiet time on Li Yuanxu's side, after the president of the North delivered the news through the shell, a moment later, a doorknob suddenly appeared on the wall in front of him, and as the doorknob was pressed down.
The door frame appeared, and a snow-white arm pushed the door open enough to accommodate one person.
The president arranged his clothes, stepped into the door, then shrank his white arms and pulled the door shut.
With a click, the door was closed. Looking at it, it was clearly a white wall. There was no door at all. Even the gap where the door opened was clearly a white wall!
The president looked up and saw a European-style room in front of him. In the middle of the room was a huge table, and there was a fireplace on one side of the wall.
"President, how was the discussion in the north?" Sitting at the end of the table was a petite woman, sitting on a high-backed stool, with her feet even wearing shoes that could not touch the carpet on the ground.
She was swaying on her feet, chewing gum in her mouth, and had a particularly cute face under her flaming red hair.
"Thank you," the president said, tilting his head.
Standing next to him was a tall girl wearing a cheongsam. The sleeves were on her upper arms, exposing her snow-white arms.
She was the one with the supernatural ability who opened the door.
"It's okay," the girl shook her head, stepped on high heels, and walked step by step to the table.
The president then looked at the red-haired girl who was pouting and obviously starting to feel unhappy. He smiled and said, "It was a good conversation. I'll talk about it when everyone is here."
His arrival was obviously a signal, and soon more than ten people crowded into the room and took their seats one by one.
The president was sitting at the head of the table. He coughed a few times and said, "The North side has already reached an agreement."
It was a very brief sentence, but the people sitting on the table started talking fiercely almost instantly. After waiting for a while, the president pressed his hands and the voice became quieter.
"Of course, the negotiation is just an insurance policy. What was done before is still how it is done now. I just want you to have some confidence in your mind." The president paused and said, "In the days when I left, important things I took a look at everything."
"What's going on at the last stall?" the president asked, looking at the man closest to him on the table.
"The stall provides 'baojia' and 'bodyguard' services, which are indeed unique. I have also tried it, and it is indeed as described. I think it can become one of the fixed stalls," the man said.
The stalls at the exchange are divided into two types: mobile vendors and fixed vendors. The former can be an individual stall owner, or basically an individual vendor. For example, the middle-aged man in Dachang City Q&A is a mobile stall owner.
The characteristic of this type is that there is no way to spread the business and there are various restrictions.
As for fixed vendors, each exchange can provide stalls for them, and the object can also be opened in multiple trading venues. For example, the "Weapons Pavilion" and "Two-foot Trading Company" in the exchange are fixed vendors, which are available for every exchange. A trading place has it all.
The president nodded: "The quantity must be relatively stable,"
The man echoed, "I will supervise you later."
The president said no more after hearing this. Whoever finds the stall owner will get part of the commission from that stall to that person!
With this system in place, everyone will do their best when working!
This is also the reason why Daifuku City has not yet appointed a person in charge. As long as a deal can be negotiated with Daifuku City's park, the commission for the person in charge of Daifuku City can be unimaginably high!
