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

This newly-written propaganda slogan was obviously fresh.

It looked like the paint hadn't even fully dried yet.

But for the fifteen survivors currently cramped in the carriage, it was no less intimidating than the fully armed soldiers standing guard at the checkpoints.

Yes, soldiers.

Uniform uniforms, uniform equipment.

Even the postures they stood in were identical to the soldiers of Shen Zhou from the past.

Had it not been for the fact that the uniforms on their bodies didn't look like standard Shen Zhou military attire, they might have suspected these people were real soldiers who had silently advanced and taken over the city center.

But such speculations quickly dissipated with the soldiers' reverence towards the Land Rover in front of them.

Zhang Ye was so young, and everyone in the car had seen him before.

Could he be a big leader?

Impossible.

If the higher-ups had really sent someone to reclaim Sanjiang City, they definitely wouldn't let a kid who looked under thirty take control.

So the only possibility was that these spirited-looking soldiers were not real military men.

They were all part of Zhang Ye's private army.

In plain terms, they were militia.

And along the way, the number of militiamen they saw had easily surpassed fifty, the vast majority stationed at various checkpoints and guard posts.

After passing through a large gate, even the streets had patrols.

This meant even more armed individuals.

And their numbers were still growing.

Shock.

That was the only feeling everyone had upon seeing the sealed streets and heavily guarded sentries.

Nobody expected such a place to exist in the most dangerous part of downtown.

It was not only secure but also quite prosperous.

Of course, this prosperity was only relative to the survivor bases struggling to self-sustain during the apocalypse outside; compared to the society of Shen Zhou before, it was far from comparable.

But even when compared to Wanhao District, it was certainly not lagging behind.

At least people frequently passed by on the streets.

They looked hurried and a bit worn out but appeared much healthier than the sallow-skinned survivors commonly seen in Wanhao District; it was like night and day.

Along the way, there were even quite a few people setting up stalls or directly conducting business inside the houses on either side.

From what the customers were carrying, it seemed the available goods were quite diverse.

From food to clothing, they had everything.

There were even a few stores that seemed to be selling firearms and protective gear; these were the equipment shops recently opened by the company in District Three.

Weapons and gear were still under strict control.

The profits were also quite substantial.

But apart from the firearms and ammunition controlled by the company, basic weapons like knives and axes were allowed to be sold privately, although most were second-hand goods retired from the Combat Department.

Beyond that, Liang Zhijie even spotted a row of gaudy women standing in an alley.

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As expected, there were prostitutes.

Only, the price was unknown.

Wanhao District also had many women engaged in this line of work, but mostly they could only take clients in secret because Li Wanhao was, after all, managing his territory under the guise of establishing a government.

As a government, there naturally had to be some matters of face concern.

Therefore, the profession of prostitution was not allowed.

But women had to survive somehow, and as they were generally not as physically capable as men, over time, many turned to underground prostitution to avoid starving to death.

Later on, this even caused the value of condoms, which previously had little use, to suddenly increase quite a bit.

After all, in these times, giving birth was tantamount to suicide.

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A business that was guaranteed to lose money.

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The presence of prostitutes indicates that most survivors in this settlement are getting by rather well.

After all, if a man can't even support himself, how could he have any excess resources to spend on these women?

It was these women who fortified their hope in this place.

"Hey, do you think we might end up not being able to do anything after we get here?"

Someone suddenly asked.

And then a discussion began inside the vehicle.

Considering the vastness of Wanhao District and the thousands of surviving residents, most of whom were impoverished and living meal to meal, the possibility lingered.

Although everything they saw now seemed prosperous and harmonious.

But who knows what was happening behind closed doors?

"It could happen..."

"We might still have to sleep in garbage heaps..."

No sooner had this person spoken than someone else said with a face full of sorrow, instantly casting a worried look on the others.

But there were two people whose expressions didn't change much.

One of them was Liang Zhijie.

He wasn't here to live.

The only reason he was on this trip was to see firsthand what kind of background and strength the man behind Peng Yue had.

As for his actual job, Zhang Ye had already arranged it.

He was to stay in Wanhao District and be Lu Yong's deputy. The two would temporarily act as corporate headhunters responsible for recruiting there and the subsequent intelligence gathering.

The second person was Huang Zitao, who had previously offended the repair shop.

He was a technician.

Even if most of the factory was now overrun with zombies, such a position that required extensive experience still had to be filled by a human.

What's more, the business at the repair shop in District Four was booming beyond anyone's imagination.

The population boom brought an explosive increase in demand.

Every scavenging team that went out, regardless of its size, always needed vehicles to transport people and goods.

They weren't just essential for escaping danger, but also served as temporary shelters at critical moments.

There was no shortage of vehicles on the streets.

But after being exposed to the elements for half a year, these machines, which already had their issues, naturally fell into a state of disuse.

To revive them and restore them to normal operation, the repair shop's mechanics were indispensable.

Additionally, the repair shop's services weren't limited to repairs.

There was also vehicle modification.

In the apocalypse, no one cared about whether a car was luxurious or ostentatious; being rugged and durable was what mattered most.

Plus, with the vastly different traffic conditions from before, modifications were inevitable.

Even if the repair shop didn't need Huang Zitao, there were now quite a few private repair garages on the company base.

With an abundance of resources flowing into the base, as long as one had a trade skill, one wouldn't have to worry about going hungry.

Besides those two whose positions had been decided, most of the remaining survivors in the car had no specific assignments; their past occupations, names, and ages had been hastily recorded.

What roles these people would be assigned to depended on the actual circumstances.

The specific matters were managed by the company's Human Resources Department.

However, because they were the first group of survivors transferring from Wanhao District to the company base, Zhang Ye privately decided to arrange a decent job for each of them.

Otherwise, some might think the company was engaging in promotional fraud.

If that got out, it would ruin the reputation.

It wouldn't look good.

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