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

Huang Zitao, having been patted like that, immediately came to his senses. His initial hesitation was instantly dissipated by excitement, and he made to kneil down.

"Thank you, thank you Director Zhang!"

"Such a great favor..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was already being pulled up by a Hunter standing next to him, "No need to kneel. Here with our boss, we don't do that. If you end up at the repair factory, just work hard and that's enough."

He subconsciously looked towards Zhang Ye and saw the young man nodding before he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Yet, he still kept repeating the words thank you continuously.

The man who initially wanted to attack Zhang Ye and the others had already finished eating what was in his hand and was watching eagerly from the side. Seeing that Huang Zitao was directly recruited, he could hardly restrain himself.

"That, that, can I..."

Liang Zhijie didn't recognize this person, and his expression naturally wasn't very cordial as he slightly opened his lips and said, "What, are you also a repairman?"

He had a good relationship with Huang Zitao and was afraid this person would snatch his old friend's spot.

At this point in time, finding a job wasn't easy.

One turnip for one hole.

After all, Old Huang was older. This person, however, appeared much younger. If he also happened to be some kind of repair technician and caught Zhang Ye's eye, wouldn't that mean Old Huang got his hopes up for nothing?

But the man simply shook his head and said, "I'm not a repairman, I don't have any skills with machinery."

Upon hearing this, Liang Zhijie immediately breathed a sigh of relief and quickly looked towards Zhang Ye.

His eyes conveyed a sense of inquiry.

Zhang Ye hadn't thought about it too much at all. To him, the more people he had under his command, the better, no matter what they did, he could always find a suitable position for them.

After all, the factory's capacity had already increased, and just the rat meat canned food alone was enough to sustain many people.

If needed, taking them back as reserve militiamen was also very good.

Anyway, there were plenty of weapons and equipment available now.

The streets were filled with abandoned cars and houses contained plenty of materials that could be used for equipment. If worse came to worst, they could also follow the scavenger teams to pick up garbage for money, which should be enough to maintain themselves.

However, before that, one thing had to be confirmed: the people taken back could not be sick.

"Do you have any symptoms like fever or headache?"

He asked, watching the man's rough face with a beard.

The man immediately shook his head.

Following that, two Hunters stepped forward to check.

It was only after confirming that he had no wounds and no symptoms of infection that they registered his name on a list.

The crowd that had gathered around began to bubble up with excitement at the sight.

It seemed like they really had come for recruitment.

Not slave traders?

After all, slave traders wouldn't bother talking to these people, they would simply forcibly take away anyone who seemed physically fit, since most here were homeless people not registered by the government.

Soon, a few more people approached, inquiring timidly if more hands were needed.

Some even mustered the courage to ask about the job conditions.

At the makeshift registration desk set up in front of the pickup truck, two Hunters were standing. Seeing the emerging chaos, they immediately began to scold them.

"Hey! Line up! Start lining up!"

"Don't freaking push!"

"Push again, and I swear I'll shoot you dead. Hurry up, get in line at the back!"

Under the deterrence of their loaded guns, the dozens of survivors crowding around quickly went from being disordered to gradually forming a line, while Liang Zhijie found a small stool and sat down behind the registration desk to act as the temporary registrar.

"Name?"

"Wang Laoer."

"Place of origin?"

No sooner had he spoken than Zhang Ye, listening on the side, couldn't help but laugh and curse, "What the hell is the use of asking that at a time like this?"

"Just ask for their names and skills they're good at, that's enough."

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Liang Zhijie hurriedly responded, "Yes, yes, yes, I got it."

Then he immediately turned back to the foul-smelling man in front of him and asked, "So what did you used to do? Do you have any skills?"

The man cautiously glanced at the Hunters who were watching the crowd nearby.

Only then did he answer,

"I, I was a salesman, selling insurance."

Liang Zhijie grunted and promptly wrote "None" under the skills column before lifting his eyelid and shouting, "Next!"

Meanwhile, Gao Feng was examining these people with two other Hunters to check for wounds or signs of diseases on their bodies.

Besides a few poor souls left disabled for certain reasons, the majority suffered from the same issue.

It was the problem of physical weakness caused by long-term malnutrition.

In other words, they had been starving for too long.

Just bringing them back and feeding them canned meat for a few days would mostly do the trick, of course, these provisions supplied to them in advance were counted as loans from the company.

Once their health was restored, these people would have to find ways to pay back the loan themselves.

The methods of repayment usually included the following options.

Joining the Combat Department's militia reserve.

Or, following the scavenger teams that went out daily to collect resources for compensation.

The entire registration process lasted from two in the afternoon until five in the evening, and after eliminating those who did not meet the physical requirements, there were a total of fourteen people remaining who qualified.

To placate them, Zhang Ye even divided some of the food from the car among each of them.

Officially, it was considered an advance deposit provided by the company.

Then they agreed to take them away the next morning.

If anyone took these provisions and then failed to show up here, the rest would be handled by Peng Liu or Gao Feng.

When Zhang Ye finally returned to the hotel, Lu Yong had been waiting at the entrance for a long time.

Seeing him return, the other man immediately greeted him with a smile.

"Director Zhang's back?"

Zhang Ye glanced at him and smiled, "I thought you wouldn't come looking for me."

"Let's go up and talk."

After saying that, he headed upstairs.

Seeing this, Lu Yong quickly followed him inside.

On the second floor, Peng Yue was discussing something with his brothers. Seeing Zhang Ye come up, he was ready to report but quickly shut his mouth when he saw the unfamiliar face following behind.

"Boss, who is this?"

He asked tentatively.

Since Lu Yong dared to come, he obviously had already inquired about the situation here in advance.

He quickly learned about the events that had taken place during the day and also who was staying here. He promptly showed a flattering demeanor and said, "You must be Boss Peng?"

"My name is Lu Yong, I am..."

Before he could finish, Zhang Ye directly interrupted him.

"I asked him to come over, there's something I'd like to discuss."

"Peng Yue, you come over too."

Peng Yue nodded and, after looking at Lu Yong again, followed Zhang Ye into his room.

The three of them quickly sat down on the couch.

But Lu Yong was somewhat restrained; after all, the two men sitting before him were not like those homeless people outside, and the fierce-looking subordinates downstairs were almost no different from former soldiers.