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

But even if they couldn't believe their own eyes, the fact that the person in front of them could clearly state their address and recognize Huang Zitao and a few others was enough to prove his identity.

"Old Liang, it really is you!"

The person called out by name, Huang Zitao, quickly emerged from the crowd but still maintained a distance of about five or six steps from the Hunters, asking in a low voice:

"Old Liang, who are these people behind you?"

Liang Zhijie secretly glanced back and, seeing Zhang Ye watching him, immediately shouted loudly, "This here is Director Zhang, who came from the Ecological Park in the south!"

"He has a factory under him!"

"Looking to recruit people!"

Recruit people?

With his shout, nearly all the vagrants who had gathered around heard him clearly.

But most of their faces didn't show much excitement.

Instead, there was a touch of fear.

Because in Wanhao District, so-called recruitment usually happened in two ways.

One way was at the recruitment center, where physically stronger and prime-aged men could wait for factory representatives to come and select workers.

Once chosen, they could get paid according to the varying intensity of work.

It meant not going hungry for a short time.

Enough to keep a woman too.

But the second way was completely different.

It was not voluntary.

Sometimes when the district had promised to send a few laborers to farm owners and didn't want to choose from the healthier or stronger survivors, they would simply grab them from among these distressed survivors in the shantytowns.

The workers caught this way often had to do intense labor with very poor conditions.

So usually, they wouldn't last long before dying from exhaustion.

Naturally, no one wanted to go.

So it was less 'recruitment' and more like seizing laborers, barely different from the slave traders who would come here every now and then to pick out some unlucky ones to sell.

To these onlookers, Zhang Ye and his companions were already akin to those slave traders.

Otherwise, why would anyone come to this place to recruit workers?

Do good deeds like Lei Feng?

Who would believe that!

But even though they had already made up their minds that these people were slave traders, they couldn't help but fantasize because of the scene they had just witnessed. What if they went over there and got some food?

Huang Zitao was thinking the same thing, but Liang Zhijie, standing in front of him, had already pulled him in front of Zhang Ye, saying:

"Director Zhang, this is Old Huang, he used to be a mechanic!"

"Just a bit older!"

"Very efficient in his work!"

He suddenly became a bit panicked, about to decline, but the young man leaning on the car had already spoken up, "A mechanic? There's no repair shop in Li Wanhao's area?"

Zhang Ye was indeed curious.

Although many skills were now of little use, some professions had not been affected at all.

Repair was one of them.

Whether it was factory equipment or the cars on the streets, in order to use them normally, most of the time someone needed to repair them.

Moreover, being a repairman is all about experience.

Being older is not a disadvantage at all, but rather an advantage.

Because it means the repairman has been in the industry for a long time.

Experienced.

At the very least, they could act as a teacher.

Even if they set up their own repair shop somewhere, they wouldn't starve to death.

But this Old Huang in front of him clearly looked malnourished with skinny and yellowish skin.

Just one glance told you he likely didn't get to eat regularly, a stark contrast to the technicians at the company.

Hearing what Zhang Ye said, Huang Zitao's expression darkened, and he was just about to speak when Liang Zhijie hurriedly explained for him:

"Director Zhang, that's what you don't know."

"The district indeed has a repair shop, but not everyone can get in."

Gao Feng frowned upon hearing this and interjected:

"Didn't you say the factories come to the recruitment center to hire?"

Zhang Ye nodded and with a thoughtful look on his face said:

"Could it be that the repair shops don't need to hire workers over there?"

"Director Zhang is indeed clever!"

"Hit the nail on the head!"

Sure enough, no sooner had he finished speaking than Liang Zhijie was already bootlicking. Seeing Zhang Ye looking at him, he quickly explained:

"There are indeed several repair shops in the district, even a specialized car repair factory."

"Moreover, their compensation is quite a bit better than what other factories offer."

"But..."

"But I've offended someone."

Huang Zitao suddenly interrupted, looking frankly at Zhang Ye.

"The foreman of the repair factory wanted to sleep with my wife, so I broke his leg."

"He also has a good relationship with the head of the Security Bureau, Li Rong."

"People from other places are afraid of offending him, so they dare not hire me."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell somewhat silent.

Just then, Gao Feng suddenly interjected and asked, "How did you survive then?"

Her question was quite tricky.

Zhang Ye's gaze immediately grew more suspicious.

Gao Feng had a point.

Having broken the leg of the foreman, who was a friend of the vindictive and volatile Director Li.

If it had been someone else, they probably would have been thrown out to feed the dogs long ago.

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Not only was he not dead, but he still lived in Wanhao District.

Could it be that the foreman suddenly had a change of heart and let him off?

The skepticism on both their faces was naturally seen by Huang Zitao, but he showed no panic that a lie had been uncovered, still saying frankly:

"Because from the beginning, he never planned to kill me."

As he spoke, Huang Zitao lifted his clothes to reveal a body scarred under the tattered fabric, giving anyone who saw it a shock.

One scar after another filled the view.

The deeper ones went down to the bone.

The curled skin appeared somewhat blackened.

It was probably due to Huang Zitao cauterizing it to disinfect and reduce inflammation.

"They thought I would die from the inflammation caused by an infection of the wounds."

"But I didn't."

Zhang Ye silently observed him.

He thought you might not be dead, but the way you look now is hardly any better.

The wounds had been treated, but some were still festering and inflamed.

If one got a little closer, they could even smell a rotting stench.

If he couldn't get medical treatment and the necessary medication in time, in another month or so, the person in front of him would probably die from complications of the infection.

This was the outcome the other party truly wanted to see.

It was the true revenge.

"What about your wife?"

A Hunter suddenly noticed something and asked curiously.

But when asked this, Huang Zitao fell silent.

He lowered his head and said nothing.

His eyes grew redder by the second.

Seeing his reaction, others naturally guessed the answer.

Zhang Ye sighed, raised his hand to signal Gao Feng to shove a bag of instant noodles into his chest, then looked at his dirty and disheveled face and said earnestly:@@novelbin@@

"I also have a repair shop under my command."

"Would you like to join?"

Old Huang was flabbergasted while Liang Zhijie beside him immediately slapped him on the back and exclaimed:

"What are you staring for?"

"Aren't you going to thank Director Zhang quickly? You're damn lucky!"