Warm house

“Mr. Zhang, it is said that you often make zombies work overtime without pay, is that true?”
Zhang Ye, enraged, snatched the microphone that was pushed to his mouth and said righteously:
“Who said that?”
“I'll sue them for defamation!”
“Someone's defaming me, you know!”
As he spoke, he turned and grabbed a zombie, “Did I force you?”
The zombie, silent, just went “Ugh ahhhh—”
Zhang Ye immediately said, “See! He said no!”
The next morning, the headlines of the Sanjiang Apocalypse Morning Post read:
Zhang's Group Chairman, Zhang Ye, not only admitted to making zombies work overtime, but he also abused a zombie in front of reporters, truly a man without conscience! Our newspaper expresses strong disdain for such a person!
This book is also called “Who Let You Bring Zombies into the Factory”

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

Ai Bing dared not look back, fearing that Cheng Ju and the others would pounce on her while she wasn't paying attention.


But Liu Qingqing's voice suddenly ignited a glimmer of hope, and she quickly lowered her voice, bowing her head to ask, "Qing Qing, do you have any ideas?"


"Did Zhang Ye already know that such a thing would happen?"


Luo Xin couldn't help curling her lips in disdain.


If he had known earlier, he probably would have killed these few people by now.


When he killed Huang Zhigang and those hotel employees in the hotel before, he didn't show any mercy.


If it hadn't been for Ai Bing, he probably wouldn't have brought these people back.


They were neither profitable nor consumable.


He definitely wouldn't make a losing deal.


Liu Qingqing shook her head, and in her eyes was not fear, but a trace of excitement.


She had long been displeased with these oily-faced men!


Chapter 57: Four Against Three, The Advantage is Ours