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

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"Use your hands."

Zhang Ye looked at him with a smile, speaking in an extremely relaxed tone, even slightly dismissive.

But the people below all subconsciously felt a chill in their hearts.

The vast majority of them were still alive.

Although their injuries seemed severe, they were rarely fatal.

Most of the zombies had been pre-programmed with instructions to attack while avoiding vital areas, simply greeting these people with their blows.

Yet even so, a portion of them had mutated due to infections in their wounds.

The newly mutated zombies were immediately subdued.

In the future, they would serve as overseers, mainly responsible for monitoring the progress of the well-digging project and urging their former companions to work hard, and at the appropriate times, administering certain punitive measures.

Zheng Youcai's face turned white in an instant when he heard these two words.

Digging with their hands?

Wasn't this an explicit torment?

A flicker of humiliation and anger passed through his eyes immediately.

He, a grand boss with dozens of chain stores in Sanjiang City, was usually flattered by everyone he met; now, he was being forced by a young punk to dig a well?

But did he have the right to refuse?

No.

Zhang Ye did not give him the power to refuse.

With a broad wave of his hand, dozens of zombies surged forward and tied up all the living people.

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The next morning, after a sleepless night, the people were once again brought to the construction site by the zombies, presented with dozens of shovels and various tools.

There was also an old man on the site, watching Zhang Ye with a tense expression.

"Director Zhang,"

"You giving me so many people is..."

Zhang Ye glanced at the captives, turned his head with a smile, and said,

"Didn't you want to dig a well?"

"Well, these are the laborers prepared for you."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jianguo felt a surge of relief inside; it was finally his time to shine.

But after looking around, he saw no machinery for well-drilling.

Except for those shovels and various tools.

He asked with confusion, "Director Zhang, what about the equipment..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhang Ye smilingly interrupted him,

"Ah, Old Wang,"

"Although we didn't find the equipment,"

"you can just have them start digging."

As he spoke, he nodded towards the tools, "Look, aren't the tools all ready for them?"

"With so many people, working in two shifts, day and night."

"Don't worry about them dying of exhaustion."

"They can still dig if they're dead."

Wang Jianguo's eyelids twitched uncontrollably upon hearing this.

Quite the capitalist of the new era.

Truly ruthless.

With Zhang Ye having said as much, what could he, an old man dependent on the company for survival, say?

He could only nod in agreement and assure that the task would be completed on time.

The well-digging project officially began.

There were fifty-six people who survived the fight from the previous night.

Three had gone mad under too much pressure, six had mutated from infected wounds, seven with disabilities were humanely eliminated, just bringing the number down to forty.

Out of these forty, four who had fought bravely were directly picked by Zhang Ye.

"Not bad, not bad, they can fill the losses below."

He looked at the four with admiration in his eyes, then had one of the zombie employees step forward and bite each of them.

The previous night two bodyguards and two security officers had been lost.

It was a perfect replacement.

The remaining thirty-six were divided into two groups, each assigned five overseers, who watched over them around the clock.

If anyone left their post or showed any sign of an attack,

One word, beat.

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The zombies were not known for compassion or tenderness.

The more piteously the beaten person cried, the more excited they became.

If someone died on the spot—

No matter.

They would first check the body.

As long as there were no major disabilities, they could make do with it.

Nowadays, most department managers also served a dual role in company personnel, and without needing Zhang Ye, they could directly recruit these zombies as company employees.

Then they would be taken back to the construction site to continue working.

Until their bodies completely broke down.

At that point, a specialized corpse removal team would handle the bodies from the villa area uniformly.

The disposal method involved dragging the bodies onto a truck, after which the transport team's people would dump these rotting, stinking corpses into the outskirts, to prevent pollution in the villa area.

One drilling team was led by Zheng Youcai, and the other by Chen Bingjiang.

This person was tough-skinned and meaty, and he had not died.

He had thought he could escape by playing dead, but still, the bodyguards checking the bodies one by one pulled him up from the ground, and then he started begging for mercy in every way possible.

Both were now captains of their respective drilling teams.

Yet their subordinates had undergone a major switch, all replaced with the other's former members.

Ironically, Chen Bingjiang and Zheng Youcai were now in a loveless union, both filled with discontent, believing the other had caused the failure of the operation.

And this discontent and anger were vented entirely on their team members below.

Both of them found various ways to torture each other's subordinates.

To avoid them joining forces again, Zhang Ye even crafted a specific rule tailored for them.

Every day, only one drilling team was allowed food.

Do the work well, you get to eat.

Do it poorly, you work overtime.

To prevent another incident like the last, he also set several directives for the supervisors on the construction site.

First, whether sleeping or eating, they could not leave the site.

Second, urinating could not take more than one minute.

Third, no whispering or secret conversations.

Only when he was assured everything was foolproof did Zhang Ye nod in satisfaction and say:

"Begin the work!"

The well-digging project officially started.

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After returning to his room, the tall, thin man immediately stripped off his clothes to check his wounds.

The wounds had started to fester.

Dark blood was still oozing.

He hurriedly rummaged through his bedside table for a bottle of alcohol, found a piece of cloth at random, and covered the wound with it.

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"It bloody hurts."

The tall, thin man winced in pain.

The intense stinging pain brought back his slightly hazy consciousness.

It seemed his wound was indeed not caused by a zombie!

Otherwise, why would it hurt?

He felt secretly relieved in his heart, quickly treated the wound, and tore off half a sleeve to wrap around his waist.

Creak—

The door to his room was gently pushed open.

A woman entered.

She was even carrying a bag, vibrantly filled with a fair amount of food and several bottles of mineral water.

As the man saw the woman's face, the wariness in his eyes gradually receded.

It was replaced by a wave of craving that surged up like a tide.

Having just narrowly survived the zombies outside and almost died at Zhao Quan's hands, the consecutive shocks accumulated mounting pressure in his heart, making him urgently crave release.

Zi-la—

The woman's clothes were torn open on the spot.

Her reasonably full breasts popped out like water balloons.

This intense stimulation finally let the tall, thin man drop his guard down, and in an instant, he became a beast as he pounced on her.