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

The hotel was bustling all morning.

Initially, it was Li Rong who came knocking to stir up trouble, but later it escalated into a physical altercation.

By the time the security bureau personnel finally withdrew, those from the urban management bureau arrived.

When the last cargo vehicle also vanished from Peng Yue's sight, it was already noon, and the number of pedestrians on the street had increased.

Heading south from here was the exit gate.

Like other settlements in Xing Village Town, most people would go out during the day, naturally to look for food to fill their stomachs.

Or perhaps other goods and materials that could be exchanged for New Currency.

From time to time, one could see vehicles driving out from the market street.

Apart from these survivors who ventured out to scavenge, the streets were dotted with stalls selling all kinds of trinkets everywhere.

Mostly, they were little items of no particular use.

No food or medicine was visible.

Nor were there any weapons.

After all, these three types of items were much more important than other materials.

Within the entire Wanhao District, there was only one shop that dared to sell these items.

That was the trading post established by the government.

But because the daily supply was limited, underground transactions were rampant, resulting in occasionally caught vendors every now and then.

And the salt and flour that Zhang Meng promised Peng Yue for the trade were likewise obtained from here.

Peng Liu directly brought people with three trucks and parked outside the trading post.

The trading post was actually an open space to the north of Market Street which had since been turned into a row of warehouses.

A surrounding wall was also specially constructed outside.

This place was also under Zhang Meng's jurisdiction.

The several guards stationed at the entrance had clearly already received orders.

As soon as they saw the trucks coming, they immediately pulled open the gates and welcomed the convoy in.

After the warehouse accountant checked the data on the list, he immediately led Peng Liu deep inside, toward the end of the warehouse.

Everyone quickly stopped in front of the second-to-last warehouse door.

"We're here."

"Would you like to move it yourself, or..."

The turning accountant probed.

Under normal circumstances, outsiders would absolutely not be allowed to enter the depths of the warehouse.

Even farmers living in the suburbs could only wait outside.

But today was different.

The story of Zhang Meng standing up for Peng Yue had already spread.

Afterwards, he specifically instructed his subordinates to ensure the Peng brothers felt the sincerity of the urban management bureau.

Of course, they also needed to demonstrate their strength.

This row of fully-stocked warehouses was the best proof of strength.

Zhang Meng wanted to show Peng Yue that he was the only one in Wanhao District capable of taking their goods and was also able to pay the right price.

In this way, the trade between the two sides would grow more frequent in the future.

His influence in Wanhao District would continue to expand.

And Peng Yue could get the continuous supply of raw materials he needed to support the development of his territories.

With his orders, the subordinates naturally showed an extremely warm attitude.

Seeing that Peng Liu's manpower seemed insufficient, several urban management staff immediately came over to help with the move, and in the end, they took over the task completely.

The idle Peng Liu lit a cigarette and stood aside, feigning casualness as he turned his head, but his gaze had already swiftly taken in the details of the place.

"Damn..."

"These guys are living quite the life..."

Honestly, before stepping through that gate, he had assumed the people inside would be mostly like his brothers—certainly not starving to death.

But to say they were living well, definitely not.

However, after one circuit around, Peng Liu's thinking had somewhat changed.

Based on what he saw of Liang Zhijie, as well as those low shacks near the hotel, the standard of living for the survivors at the bottom of Wanhao District was indeed not great.

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This has actually become the norm in every survivor enclave nowadays.

After all, those at the top always prioritize their own people's supply of materials.

As for others, to put it bluntly, providing a place for you to safely sleep is good enough, expecting a full meal every day?

Even before the disaster, Shen Zhou wasn't that generous.

You had to work to get paid.

But now, the biggest problem is that there are plenty of people who want to work.

There's just not enough work to go around.

Apart from the companies that are somewhat better off, the jobs available in other places are limited; either join the military and risk your life, or prostitution.

Therefore, the standards for measuring the strength of a survivor enclave have naturally changed.

The main point to consider is what kind of jobs those who have them are doing.

Plainly speaking, it's about the treatment they receive.

Peng Liu looked around and quickly noticed a few fat ones.

Getting fat these days is not an easy thing to do.

Even he, before joining the company, had lost quite a bit of weight.

Not to mention those ordinary survivors who go from one meal to the next unsure when they'll eat again.

Aside from the two fat ones, the rest of the people also looked relatively healthy, and their spirits were decent.

They didn't look like people who had been starving for a long time.

What does that imply?

The treatment of Zhang Meng's men must be pretty good.

If you think about it, the people from the security bureau weren't much different.

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Combine that with the constant flow of goods coming in and out of the warehouses, it's safe to assume that the Wanhao District will not face a shortage of supplies anytime soon.

"Brother Liu, Brother Liu, you can't go in there."

Peng Liu saw that the doors to two warehouses ahead were tightly closed and wanted to take a look, but he had only taken a few steps when he was stopped by a city manager.

He immediately pretended not to understand and said, "What's the matter, can't we have a look inside?"

The city manager immediately chuckled.

"This..."

"Director Zhang has given orders."

"Except for those delivering goods, no one else is allowed in."

As they were talking, two more people came from afar, carrying a box.

They looked curiously at the convoy, but their footsteps didn't stop, and in no time, they carried the box into the warehouse.

But a trace of an inexplicable expression had already flickered in Peng Liu's eyes.

The box had a familiar mark on it.

But he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Where was it?

As he led his men to the trading post to pick up goods, a young man stealthily sneaked into the first floor of the hotel.

The Hunters, who were gulping down canned food, instantly all looked over.

"Stop right there!"

"What are you up to?"

A few Hunters immediately put down their dishes, ready to stand up, but were stopped by one of Peng Yue's men.

Liang Zhijie, who was just about to explain, suddenly said in surprise,

"Is, is that you?"

"I haven't properly thanked Brother Liu for last night."

The man who approached him was thin but moved with decisive and vigorous strides. It was the man who had helped Peng Liu take him home last night.

The thin man smiled, "Just call me Old Han, no need for thanks."

"Here to see Director Zhang?"

Liang Zhijie immediately nodded and said,

"Yes, I promised Director Zhang yesterday that I would help you guys recruit some workers."

Without wasting any more words, Old Han decisively led him upstairs.

Zhang Ye had been waiting for quite some time.@@novelbin@@

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