"Brother-in-law, the meat is ready."
Under the morning sun.
The dilapidated main building of the resort.
The barbecue grill exudes a tempting aroma, and a dozen or so people around are looking forward to it. The young and beautiful girl hands the meat skewers to the man, waiting for praise.
"Yeah, it tastes good."
Zhang Chen took a bite and nodded.
The girl jumped up excitedly.
"Hey, Sister Yu, give me a taste."
"No."
"I'm not sensible anymore. That's all for the boss."
"That's right, I want to eat it and bake it myself."
The new survivors had complicated expressions. They looked at the barbecue with envy on their faces and couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
In a daze, they had an illusion.
There is no apocalypse or zombies.
But the constant wailing reminded them.
Liveliness belongs to others.
"Want to eat?"
Zhang Chen turned around and looked at the survivors who were staring at them eagerly.
"I want to eat it."
"I, I am willing to do anything with you."
"I don't eat meat, as long as I have enough food to keep me from starving to death."
"Please keep my child, I can go."
Among the new survivors, many responded, even kneeling on the ground, as if they agreed to anything.
The meal yesterday, the killing just now, and the incredible scene now all illustrate it.
The young man in front of them has the ability to let them live and live well.
Compared with the survivors in the resort, they have a clearer understanding of the doomsday. Living is more important than food, clothing, housing and transportation.
If someone has the ability and resources, why should they protect you and give them to you?
If it has no value, it will be abandoned.
This is what they learn along the way.
Every time Han Hu snatches food and attacks survivors, he will only take away some people.
The young and strong are given priority, followed by women. As for the old, weak, sick and disabled, there are only a few, and they are relatives of the first two.
They all have a role, either to fight zombies, to do logistics, or to threaten other people.
Zhang Chen is more powerful and unpredictable than Han Hu. All they can give is themselves.
"He, they..."
The laughter stopped abruptly.
Zhang Chen's survivors were also stunned when they saw the scene in front of them.
They couldn't understand it, but they could feel the despair in these people, which was suffocating.
How could people become like this.
"Give them the weapons."
Zhang Chen opened his mouth and gave instructions.
Soon someone brought machetes, sticks and other things over.
"Here, as long as you can provide value, you can live. The higher the value, the better your life. Wan Qing, tell me about the system."
"yes."
Soon, everyone learned about the situation from Xia Wanqing.
Zhang Chen divides various departments and nine levels according to the company's management methods.
Everyone starts as a first-level personnel and has a place to stay, a daily ration of food, and the ability to maintain food and clothing. In exchange, they have to do various tasks and handle chores.
Those with special abilities and contributions can be promoted to a higher level, and their living conditions and benefits will be improved accordingly.
Currently, all core team members are Level 5 personnel, and both He Tian and Jiang Yiyi hold Level 6 positions as deputy ministers.
Xia Wanqing is at the seventh level and is responsible for coordinating everything and conveying Zhang Chen's orders. She is basically a secretary.
Su Jin and Su Yu are at level nine.
"Those of you who understand technology can step forward and be promoted according to their abilities. Currently, the camp needs talents in construction, medical, and logistics management. If they pass the assessment, they can become level three personnel."
"In addition to being able to eat meat every day and have a warm sleeping bag, a certain amount of materials will be distributed at your own disposal, including canned food, emergency medicine..."
Zhang Chen made a brief summary.
"Of course, if you don't have special talents, you can also upgrade the personnel level, get weapons, go in and bring out ten zombie heads to become a second-level personnel, and thirty are third-level personnel."
"I only look at the number of zombie heads, I don't care who took them."
"Of course, if you don't want to stay, you can come to me with zombie heads in exchange for supplies."
Zhang Chen understands that blocking is worse than sparing.
He knows that human nature is complicated and there is no need to force everyone to stay.
The reward system is so generous that even if you do nothing you can still maintain food and clothing. For most people who are desperate, they will definitely not leave.
Those who choose to leave are ambitious, and staying is also a disaster.
It's better to be more generous and let them pass on the situation, which not only solves the hidden dangers, but also allows people to come over.
Anyway, he only wants zombie heads.
As for coming to attack, of course it would be better.
Aren't they here to give someone away?
"I, I, I'm a nurse."
As soon as Zhang Chen finished speaking, a middle-aged woman stood up and took out a name tag from her pocket.
"Okay, go over there to register and get your things."
Zhang Chen waved his hand.
The woman turned her head. At some point, a table appeared next to the barbecue grill, and the ground was filled with supplies.
For a moment, everyone's eyes widened.
No one cares how those things suddenly appeared.
"Thank you, thank you."
The woman registered and was still in a daze until she took the bag of food.
Bread, juice, canned food...
All these things that can be used to kill heads and kill people outside are just given away here?
"I, I work in construction."
"I'm a medical student."
"I'm an electrician."
For a time, everyone signed up enthusiastically.
A smile appeared on Zhang Chen's face. It was obvious that these survivors were better in professional skills than those in the resort.
Thinking about it, those who can come to Taoyuan Resort Villa are either rich or noble. They may be good at finance and politics, but they are definitely not good at survival.
Otherwise, the working class has power.
"Boss Zhang, can you get something if you get ten zombie heads?"
Suddenly, a hoarse voice came, silencing the surroundings.
The woman is about thirty, with disheveled hair, extremely thin, and dirty.
The most concerning thing is that she is holding a child in her arms.
Everyone was astonished.
When ordinary people face ten zombies, they don’t need to think too much about what will happen.
That's what's impossible.
It is difficult for an adult man to do this, let alone a woman.
"it is true."
Zhang Chen replied expressionlessly.
"Are there any antibiotics?"
"have."
"good."
The woman handed the child to a woman next to her, "Sister, please help me if I can't come back, don't let him suffer."
"Sister, I, I..."
"please."
The woman bit her lip, looked at her child, gritted her teeth, picked up a machete, and walked into the resort without looking back.
"Brother Chen."
Su Jin came behind Zhang Chen and spoke carefully, but didn't know what to say.
She knew this was not going to be easy to handle.
They have the resources, but what will happen next if they are given this?
Supplies are not endless.
She is smart enough to see the cost of being a good person, and it is precisely because she can see it that she despairs.
This is the fucking apocalypse.
"Damn it, I can't stand it anymore."
Suddenly, a man emerged from the crowd, picked up a weapon and rushed into the building.
"Stay behind the horse and stay there. The leader is still dead, so you girls won't get their turn."
"Zhang, you'd better keep your word, otherwise I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost."
One, two, three...
There are fewer and fewer weapons on the ground, and more and more people are entering.
They are the ones who are in despair, confused and afraid of death.
Now, they are the ones taking the initiative to die.
No matter male or female.
