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

Factory Manager Zhao Dechu rubbed his eyes as he watched the zombies working on the assembly line as if they were alive.

Why do I feel like these workers are different?

Do they seem more proficient?

Driven by curiosity, he carefully walked over to one of the assembly lines and looked down at a zombie worker busily working away with its back to him.

Due to the physiological characteristics of zombies, their movements are very stiff and rigid compared to living people.

Especially their fingers, which were like iron hooks.

Although after joining the company, and empowered with professional abilities, these zombies become much more agile, but they still fell far short of human employees.

This was why every department or factory had to have either human or high-level zombie supervisors.

Someone had to constantly correct the zombies' work.

Ever since Zhao Dechu became the manager of the convenience factory, he would run to the workshop whenever he had a chance, fearing that an employee would accidentally get caught in the conveyor belt.

Even the workshop director, who was also a zombie, would occasionally make some basic mistakes.

But today was different.

Both the employees and the director showcased extremely delicate operating skills.

As soon as he entered the workshop, he even saw several employees and the workshop director gathering around the equipment, adjusting it with purpose!

Even more astonishing was that these workers actually took the initiative to greet him, the factory manager!

"Abba abba."

"Eh ahhh."

The zombie in front of him had a fervent gaze and stood up straight, managing to salute immediately upon hearing someone behind at the first moment!

It startled the unprepared factory manager so much that he almost thought it was his time to die on the job.

When he came back to his senses, his heart was full of shock.

Has this... mutated?

No!

I must report this to the company immediately!

But before he could even leave the factory gates, a heavily modified off-road vehicle had already arrived outside.

Everyone in the company knew whose car this was.

It belonged to Boss Zhang.

The security guards at the gate saw the person getting out of the car and immediately opened the small iron door on the factory gate.

This was specifically designed to prevent zombies from rushing in.

"Boss!"

"You've finally arrived!"

"I was just about to go find you to report!"

Zhao Dechu hadn't waited for Zhang Ye to enter before he approached, his face full of excitement, without giving a single glance to the three mistresses from beginning to end.

A subordinate ought to have this much self-awareness.

Besides, he was not short of women.

Ever since he became the factory manager, the survivors from the hotel treated him with utmost respect. To secure a job in the factory, not to mention women, even men were offering themselves to share his bed.

Talking away, the two entered the workshop again.

The workshop director, who was nearby inspecting the machinery, hurried over.

Ai Bing was taken aback, then quickly tried to pull Zhang Ye back, while Liu Qingqing didn't hesitate to assume a standard defensive posture!

But, to their surprise, the workshop director seized Zhang Ye's hand as soon as he rushed over!

Zhang Ye's eyelids twitched in fright!

Damn! Good thing I had the foresight to have all the workers wear gloves, otherwise that move might have taken my life!

As Zhang Ye internally sighed with relief, the workshop director before him began to speak:

"Uh... welcome..."

"Chairman... paying a visit... uh ahh..."

"To the... workshop... for... inspection..."

"Inspec..."

It stammered for a while, still unable to articulate a complete sentence.

But everyone present was stunned.

They heard it clearly.

This skinny zombie actually uttered the word 'chairman,' and its intention was clearly to welcome the chairman to inspect the workshop.

He just couldn't spit out the last two words.

Zhang Ye's face was full of surprise and delight.

One word.

Brilliant.

What you need to know is that the biggest problem with zombie workers was that there was absolutely no way to communicate.

Managers at all levels could indeed give them orders.

But whether the other party could understand, would execute, and how well they executed was a completely different matter.

The biggest problem actually lay in the communication between zombies and humans.

Even if he was the chairman, it was no exception.

If he remembered correctly, it seemed that only the senior zombies, Handwork Geng and Da Mengzi, could convey some consciousness, but other zombies were no different from puppets.

They would just rigidly execute pre-set instructions and tasks.

Now it was clearly different.

Zombies could actually speak.

Although a bit hesitant, after all, communication was possible, wasn't it?

In order to verify his speculation, Zhang Ye decisively grabbed the workshop director's claw-wrapped hands and said with utmost sincerity,

"Workers have worked hard!"

In an instant.

The entire atmosphere of the workshop seemed to have changed.

Dozens of workshop workers all stared intently at Zhang Ye, standing at the doorway, with the fervor in their eyes growing even stronger. Noticing the chairman looking at them, they immediately started working.

They were extremely earnest.

Even meticulous could describe their attitude.

And the workshop director standing in front of Zhang Ye was so excited that his eyeballs were about to pop out.

The rotten flesh on his face twitched incessantly.

"Er-ah... not... not hard..."

"Chair... man hard..."

"Hard..."

If it hadn't been dead for a long time, it might have squeezed out a few tears of emotion.

"Do a good job!"

"You'll be the factory manager from now on!"

Zhang Ye gave an earnest pat on its shoulder and withdrew his hand from the grip, finally feeling a sigh of relief.

Then, the group moved on to the assembly line.

"Er-ah-ah... Chair... chair..."

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"Good..."

A worker who was closest to the chairman immediately stopped his work, stood up to greet Zhang Ye, but was pressed down by him to sit again.

"No need to get up when you see a leader in the future."

"What if it interferes with the work?"

"Do a good job!"

"You'll be the workshop director next year!"

The chairman's amiable voice rang out, causing the worker's facial muscles to twitch again, and then he immediately threw himself into his work with utmost enthusiasm.

That day, the entire instant noodle factory's production increased by a full twenty percent.

It was an all-time high since the establishment of the factory.

And after inspecting the instant noodle factory, Zhang Ye and his entourage hurried to the next destination without delay.

The Huangshitang Hydropower Station.

The workers here were somewhat different.

Their jobs weren't exhausting, but they weren't the kind that ordinary zombies could do.

Because the biggest issue with a hydropower station was the daily maintenance and inspection of equipment, and that was exactly what the zombies lacked the most.

Even with company job bonuses, it was still very difficult to ensure the work was completed smoothly.

The workers at the instant noodle factory had already been upgraded.

What about the workers here?