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

With those thoughts in mind, Zhao Donglai looked at him with considerably more satisfaction.

Young people indeed possess a sense of ideological awareness.

He cleared his throat.

"I'm the deputy director of the Finance Department at Sanjiang University, Zhao Donglai."

Zhang Ye frowned and asked:

"Is that it?"

"Would you like to add a few more details?"

"With such limited information, it's hard to arrange a suitable job position."

Zhao Donglai was momentarily stupefied by these words; the finance department is pivotal in any company, any division.

Especially when it's a position at Sanjiang University, one of Shen Zhou's premier institutions of higher education.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Without the right connections, it's absolutely impossible to get in.

Seeing that he was at a loss for words, Zhang Ye immediately looked at him amicably and continued:

"What about the director, for instance?"

"Or how many deputy directors are there in total?"

Zhao Donglai sighed and answered truthfully:

"They're all dead."

"The entire finance department was wiped out."

His tone was extremely dismal, and for a moment, the entire living room seemed to be shrouded in a tragic and mournful atmosphere, causing the few leaders seated to start sighing heavily.

Indeed, his words had immediately highlighted their effect.

A trace of sympathy emerged in Zhang Ye's eyes.

He raised his hand to pat Zhao Donglai's shoulder.

"Condolences."

"Go get a pair of gloves later."

"Otherwise, the bricks outside are quite hot to the touch in this weather."

The smugness in Zhao Donglai's heart instantly turned to alarm, and although he yelped and protested, he was nonetheless dragged away by the burly bodyguards.

As soon as he was gone, Zhang Ye immediately asked the rest of the people still seated on the sofa:

"Who's next?"

An elderly man with grizzled hair stepped forward.

Before Zhang Ye could ask anything, he honestly stated, "I teach geology and water resources engineering, Wang Jianguo."

Listen to that!

See how straightforwardly he speaks!

Humble and down-to-earth, clearly a man who values practicality!

Let's go with this major—wait a second, geology and water resources can't possibly be about well-digging, can they?

Zhang Ye was ecstatic inside.

Sure enough, there were talents in the university!

Although the water in the pipes hadn't been completely cut off yet, no one could guarantee how long such a situation would last.

When that time came, clean water resources would definitely be more important than they are now.

With this in mind, he immediately asked:

"Can you dig wells?"

The old man was taken aback and instinctively wanted to retort, 'How the hell do you dig a well without equipment?'

He wasn't a mole, after all—how could he possibly dig with his hands?

But as he opened his mouth:

"I can!"

Wang Jianguo's gaze became resolute in that moment.

It was as steadfast as the proclamations made by revolutionary forebears in the face of hardship and obstruction.

"Very good."

"You're hired."

Zhang Ye got up, and the old man hurriedly stood as well, saying with a flattered expression:

"Then, Director Zhang, what area will I be responsible for in the future?"

His eyes flickered.

If he really had to dig wells himself, that would be—

But Zhang Ye didn't even bring that up; instead, he spoke to the old man earnestly:

"Old Wang."

"The company is still in its initial stages."

"There's definitely no way to solve the equipment issue for you."

Wang Jianguo's heart sank, thinking to himself that it was over—it looked like he really would have to dig with his hands!

This young man is too—

"So there's no need to think about well-digging for the time being; we'll talk about it when we have the equipment sorted out."

"For now, go help Teacher Ai."

"Fix the wall."

This young man really is something!

He even thought of such a question for himself!

Wang Jianguo's eyes instantly moistened; neglected by the school for many years, today he actually felt the long-lost warmth from a young person!

The two bodyguards quickly helped the tearful old man down.

The next one was Director Zhang.

A fat-headed and large-eared man, with his sidekick, the first to realize the guards were zombies.

The two pondered for a while but eventually left dejectedly.

With nothing to their names but money.

Then came a very astute middle-aged man, who said right off the bat, "I am the director of the logistics service center at Sanjiang University, I can definitely be of help to you."

Zhang Ye nodded, "Next."

The man was immediately flustered.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm serious. Just leave logistics management to me—"

He struggled desperately, his corpulent belly undulating with the motions of his body, creating waves of flesh, fully showcasing the logistical director's work ability.

The two bodyguards showed no mercy, landing several punches on the logistics director's stomach.

Liu Qingqing at the side smiled sweetly.

Logistics, after all.

Such an important department.

It definitely had to be controlled personally by the boss's intimate secretary, herself.

Now, the whole company's resource allocation was overseen by her, a logistics management major of distinguished background.

Last to come up was Cheng Ju.

Without waiting for Zhang Ye to speak, he took the initiative, "Actually, I know a bit about civil engineering, so maybe—"

"Bricklaying?"

"Okay, go on down."

Zhang Ye flat out didn't give him the chance to finish.

This old chap seemed amiable, but his gaze was constantly roving around Liu Qingqing.

If it were not for the fact that he had just agreed to Ai Bing, he would have already been squashed to death by the twelve guardians and tossed out to guard the gate.

No, he still needed to find an excuse to kill him.

—

In total, twelve people were brought back.

Apart from Cheng Ju and others, aside from the sole professor Wang Jianguo, the rest were college students who knew everything but studying.

After the interviews concluded, the survivors from the dormitory were sent to the hotel.

Work officially started early the next day.

The sun blazed overhead.

Nobody expected such high temperatures close to autumn.

Sweat poured out, and the already tired Cheng Ju finally couldn't help but sit down on the ground.

"Old Cheng."

"This kid's too much!"

"When have we ever done this kind of work? Isn't this just making things difficult for others?"

Director Zhang also came over to complain.

He reeked of a strong, foul odor.

Smelling him was like a long-dead rat mixed with a few rotten eggs.

Cheng Ju looked at him with disgust, his body trying to lean away but eventually giving up.

He simply had no strength left.

They were pulled out for labor early in the morning and worked non-stop until the afternoon.

The zombies on the side had no complaints.

They just kept their heads down and worked hard.

A few accidentally smashed their legs.

Within half an hour, new zombies were immediately dispatched to replace them.

These zombies were dragged in from the streets by Zhang the Skinflint; either they were disabled or emaciated, considered the lowest level of expendables.

But damn it, the living were different!

They needed rest!

They needed to eat!

You can't just treat people like the dead!

Cheng Ju intended to find Ai Bing and Wang Jianguo to give them a piece of his mind.

After all, he was their former superior. He wasn't asking for special treatment but at least should get the treatment afforded to a person, right?

Who would have thought those two didn't come at all.

Wang Jianguo was okay, after all, he lived in the same hotel with them, and there might be a chance to talk at night.

But Ai Bing—

She lived in the villa area.

Ever since coming back the day before, Cheng Ju had not seen this woman.