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

The middle-aged man was named Yu Ping'an, who used to be a senior technician at a screw factory.

According to him, his favorite pastime was to make weapons like slingshots using leftover materials from the factory.

The purpose of making this revolver was very straightforward.

It was to showcase his abilities.

So as to improve his treatment.

The young apprentice who assisted him was an apprentice in the factory named Wang Yuan.

He dropped out of junior high school and entered the factory, becoming his apprentice.

The two had come to the hotel together.

As for the young man who created a crossbow from steel plates and iron wires, he was a genuine mechanical prodigy named Zhang Zhe.

He used to be an engineer in a machinery factory, responsible for product development and design.

Besides these three exceptionally skilled individuals, the remaining seven or eight survivors were mostly technicians with relevant work experience, but obviously not everyone had the ability to handcraft cannons.

After some thought, Zhang Ye directly placed the three under Zhou Hongbing's command as senior technicians.

Their job was only one thing.

That was to make weapons.

Homemade guns, crossbows, shields.

As well as common equipment such as machetes, axes, and daggers.

If possible, they could even consider making some homemade explosives or hand grenades to maximize the combat capability of both the fighting squads and other survivors.

The work for the survivors assigned to the auto repair workshop was even simpler.

They were responsible for repairing and modifying company vehicles.

Given the current condition of urban roads, vehicles going out on missions mostly required some modifications to enhance their protection.

Steel plates, wire mesh, saw blades—soon, Zhang Ye's Land Rover became their first modification project.

All unnecessary parts were removed and replaced.

What remained was only a frame.

Soon a heavy metal shell was welded onto this frame, securely encasing the driver's cabin.

Even the tires were all replaced with solid ones to better adapt to complex terrain.

In less than half a day, his beloved vehicle was transformed.

It became a true road tank.

Zhang Ye was very satisfied with these people's skills.

After much consideration, he decided to let Hou Daping, from the transportation team, serve as the head of the auto repair workshop, supervising the few unregistered auto repair technicians below him.

Under Ai Bing's direction, four zombie workers were assigned as apprentices to each of them.

The armory was the same.

On the one hand, they were responsible for menial tasks, and on the other hand, the aim was to test how much learning ability the current zombies possessed.

This idea came to Ai Bing after seeing zombies learning to flatter.

Rather than having them learn to flatter, it would be better for them to learn some technical skills—perhaps this opportunity could even lead to the creation of some advanced zombies.

If one day the human technicians had an accident, zombie technicians could take over.

With that, the preparations for the two new factories were complete.

Once the energy department's employees had fully connected the power lines from the hydroelectric station to this location, the sounds of machinery operating soon reverberated through the workshops.

All kinds of weapons and equipment quickly started being produced non-stop from the armory.

The materials in the warehouse were also being rapidly used up.

At the same time, Zhang Ye began to move the survivors living in the hotel in batches.

Those like Tian Gou and Wang Hu, who had joined the company earlier, were all settled in the base's villa area, while other survivors were moved in batches to nearby safe zones.

All survivors in the safe zone were allowed to actively participate in certain jobs.

Such as clearing zombies, scavenging supplies, etc.

Depending on the nature and duration of work, those who participated could collect corresponding wages from logistics, with payment settled in company vouchers.

In less than a month, the vouchers were completely circulating within the safe zone.

The survivors gradually began to get used to trading with this new type of currency.

More demands were thus born.

For example, weapons.

In the workshop of the munitions factory.

Because the lights were not turned on, it was pitch-dark inside.

A man with a tense expression carefully took the steel out of the bag and then placed it on the lathe to start processing.

The buzzing noise sounded noisy, but it inexplicably gave him some peace of mind.

He even started to hum a cheerful tune.

"Humming—"

"I am a little bird—"

"Wanting to fly, but somehow I can't soar high—"

The man watched as the "crooked knife" gradually took shape under the lathe, a flash of excitement crossing his eyes.

This was an excellent thing; almost every member of the combat team had one.

Compared to the commonly seen steel pipes and wooden bats, it not only had greater lethality but also a broader range of applications.

The only problem was that it was forbidden to sell to ordinary survivors.

Otherwise, it could sell for at least fifty (coupons).

Fifty coupons!

His daily wages amounted to no more than five coupons.

Subtracting his own consumption, at most he could save one or two coupons—this was already considered wealthy.

You must understand that there were many people within the safety zone who couldn't even fill their stomachs.

Most of those who could eat to satisfaction were company employees like him.

Every day, there were wages to be collected.

But human desires always grow with the satisfaction of material needs.

After a number of pleasures experienced with the woman next door, his meager savings of a few tens of coupons quickly vanished, and he once again fell into loneliness.

Clearly, relying on his current job was no longer enough to satisfy his needs.

It was at this time that a man found him.

"One knife, fifty coupons."

"Cash on delivery."

After a moment's struggle, he agreed to the other party's transaction terms.

There was no need to even think about who the other party was.

Most likely they were part of the cleaning team.

This was a combat squad composed of survivors within the safety zone, whose main job was to complete the company's tasks of clearing specific areas.

Since they were not part of the official roster, the company naturally did not issue specialized weapons and equipment to them.

This resulted in a very high casualty rate for them.

Apart from these people, there were other survivors who would also go out to execute tasks, such as collecting intelligence for the company, and the like.

Going out meant having to fight against those zombies and Mutant Beasts.

Without a good weapon, it clearly wouldn't do.

But here's the problem: up to the present, the company's manufactured knives and firearms were not allowed for trade.

These weapons and equipment could only be supplied to combat teams.

As a result, these survivors had no choice but to create some simple weapons themselves, like sharpening steel pipes into spears, or using materials from abandoned vehicles to make a few crude knives.

Under these circumstances, a weapon trading market naturally formed among these survivors.

Among them, equipment used by combat teams was the most valuable.

The crooked knife was one of them.

Next came shields.

The man agreed to make five crooked knives for the other party, and now the third one was almost finished.

He seemed to have already seen the woman's ingratiating smile.

Five knives, two hundred and fifty coupons.
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