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

Liang Zhijie was amazed in his heart, but he didn't dare to say anything, and just kept giving directions to Gao Feng, who was driving next to him.

Zhang Ye sat alone in the back, quietly looking at the streets outside the window.

The street was very narrow.

Calling it a street was actually more like calling it an alley.

On both sides, self-constructed buildings no taller than twenty meters squeezed out this path.

Less than ten meters wide, it was impossible for the company's trucks to turn around.

They could only make a turn at the road ahead.

There was an open space there, where the stalls in the middle had long been cleared out by Li Wanhao's men, leaving only some vegetable leaves and rotten fruits in those pits and uneven ground.

Although this area had been redesignated as a market district, it still fell far short of its past.

All along the way, you could see no more than a dozen stalls.

Zhang Ye initially wondered, so few junk peddlers were worth Li Wanhao's effort to designate a special trading area?

Impossible.

But then Liang Zhijie, ahead, seemed to notice his confusion and turned around to explain in a low voice:

"Director Zhang, these people can't really be considered peddlers."

"At best, they're just workers."

He spoke and pointed towards an alley they had just passed, where you could see figures moving and vigilant, scrutinizing eyes shifting onto the survivors passing by, quickly moving away the moment they felt they might be noticed.

"They are the real peddlers."

"Some sell food, some sell medicine, and there are even those who sell guns."

While saying this, Liang Zhijie laughed a few times, his eyes filled with a hint of mockery: "As long as you have money, they can even find you a few virgins."

Gao Feng's brow furrowed upon hearing this, but in the end, she said nothing.

She was well aware of the status of women now.

It's something no one can change.

Does she just not believe that human trafficking still exists in this settlement?

And they dare to call themselves the government?

Is it worthy?

Thinking about this, the woman's gaze involuntarily moved again to the face in the rearview mirror, the one glancing out the window.

Zhang Ye was different from the others, having forbidden human trafficking from the beginning.

Compared to these people, he was practically a saint.

The survivors who were bought back to the base from Jiangbei, through various means, were mostly assigned to different positions and areas according to their abilities and willingness.

The most understaffed was naturally the Combat Department, especially the Hunter Squad that often needed to go out to fight.

Even with guns and protective gear, the casualty rate remained the highest.

The strength of the enemy was there, after all.

Besides that, the various scavenging teams and unofficial cleanup personnel were also hotspots for casualties, with people dying almost every day in the outside world.

Beyond that was the factory in District Four, operating day and night.

They also needed a large number of skilled workers.

Beyond that, there were various other positions like cleaning, maintenance, and logistics, which as the company's controlled territory continued to expand, were in growing demand.

Of course, all these job positions together probably accounted for only about one-third of all the survivors.

The rest of the people, after consuming the relief food, had to find their own way to survive.

Become a doctor or a thug, it all depended on personal ability.

Slaves, after all, definitely did not exist.

The zombies were the slaves.

To fill the gaps left by the overworked zombies that broke down early, many people even took on jobs similar to the Hunter Squad, secretly gathering people to go on hunting expeditions.

Captured zombies were all taken in bulk to the Hunter Squad, where they were paid by headcount.

If it was a Mutant Beast, the meat was directly portioned and sold.

The profit was still quite good.

But other settlements were clearly different from the company.

Under the chaos, human lives were as cheap as mustards, and many people would sell their children or even themselves for a bite to eat, willing to do anything to fill their stomachs.

In such circumstances, the physically weak women quickly became commodities for trade.

Men were next.

Compared to women, they were clearly more capable of enduring hardship, both in strength and stamina.

Whether it was the several factories in the district or the farms near the suburbs, there was a great demand for slaves who could do manual labor.

After all, not everyone had thousands of zombies working day and night in factories like Zhang Ye did.

Liang Zhijie naturally didn't know this.

In his eyes, the man behind him was clearly of the same kind as those rural farmers, here to find people to work for him.

The canned food from last night had already been checked by him and his wife.

It was definitely not produced in the past.

There was no Zhang's Group canning factory in Sanjiang City.

Even if there was, they couldn't possibly write so brazenly on the can that the meat inside was rat or dog meat.

Who the hell has ever heard of canned rat or dog meat?

Well, he hadn't.

So the answer was obvious.@@novelbin@@

Those cans were most likely produced by their own factory.

Combined with the flicker of surprise on Zhang Ye's face when he mentioned finding workers, it was almost certain that these people had come to buy a few slaves for labor.

If you want to find workers, there was only one place in Wanhao District to go.

Located at the northeast corner of Market Street.

The recruitment spot.

This place was the junction leading to the factories and workshops to the north, and also the officially designated hiring spot by Li Wanhao's district government.

Every time a factory was short-staffed, they would shout out here or post a notice. Enjoy new adventures from My Virtual Library Empire

In the middle of the road, there was a platform half a meter above the ground.

That was where they would call out for workers.

Westward from here was where the survivors with relatively good living conditions resided in the district.

It used to be several old residential complexes, with external wall plasters peeling off like dandruff.

Most vendors from Market Street lived here.

Doctors and militia were also among the residents.

Less than five hundred meters to the north was Li Wanhao's compound, also his residence, where a third of Wanhao District's armed force was concentrated.

The barracks of the armed force were set up behind the office building.

Taking up an entire three-story building on its own.

When Zhang Ye arrived at the crossing mentioned by Liang Zhijie, it only took about ten or so minutes.

The so-called recruitment spot was actually a bus station.

The platform, however, was built later.

The station had long been abandoned, with only an empty parking lot and a few bungalows remaining under the large canopy. Seeing a car approaching, people quickly poked their heads out from inside the buildings to look around.

After greeting Zhang Ye, Liang Zhijie got out of the car and was immediately recognized by someone.

"Old Liang?"

"Why have you only just arrived?"

"You're out of luck, the mechanic's shop just took the last workers."

As he spoke, he walked over, but his gaze gradually shifted to the Range Rover parked behind Liang Zhijie, which looked like an armored vehicle, his expression turning somewhat perplexed.

Nowadays, almost all cars that were driven outside had been modified; there was nothing unusual about that.

But to see a Range Rover altered in such a manner was a first for him.

Could it belong to one of the district's bosses?

Or was it from outside?