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After she finished speaking, she lowered her head to look at Zhang Ye, her eyes carrying a hint of inquiry.

Zhang Ye pondered for a moment before addressing Xu Lin,

"You don't need to blame yourself too much,"

"No one could have expected this to happen."

"From now on, just do as Ai Bing advised and be careful."

Upon hearing this, Xu Lin's expression shifted, clearly showing gratitude, and he said he understood before preparing to leave.

But before he could turn around, he heard Zhang Ye suddenly say another phrase,

"There's one more thing."

"After the matter here is concluded, immediately take some people to Lu Jun's house."

"To Lu Jun's house?"

He was immediately puzzled.

There was nothing particularly unique about the place where Lu Jun lived.

When Xu Lin took his people there, the place was already in disarray; not to mention supplies, there were hardly any intact pieces of furniture left.

What remained were just the family of Lu Jun and the body of that zombie.

Yes, that zombie!

Xu Lin's eyes widened in shock as he finally realized what he had overlooked.

According to Lu Jun's description, the zombie was immensely strong, having heard the sound of living people in the house, it burst in and nearly devoured Lu Jun's family alive.

This zombie was clearly different from the ones they usually encountered.

Could it be that it had undergone some kind of mutation?

Thinking this, he immediately nodded vigorously, then assured, "Don't worry, the body will certainly be brought back as quickly as possible."

After Xu Lin left the villa, Zhang Ye swiftly made his way to Villa No. 13.

Luo Dafu had been waiting for quite a while.

Seeing Zhang Ye come in, he promptly approached with two women.

"Hehe, Director Zhang."

"You've finally come."

"I've got everything ready here, just waiting for your inspection," he said, passing the object in his hand to Zhang Ye with an air of smug satisfaction.

While Zhang Ye was looking down, Luo Dafu's gaze instantly slid over to Ai Bing beside him, sticking to her like glue, unable to move away.

Tsk tsk, this woman's figure is downright lethal.

If he could only spend a night with her—

As he was thinking this, Zhang Ye in front of him suddenly looked up, causing Luo Dafu to break out in a cold sweat.

He quickly coughed a few times and lowered his head, not daring to look again.

"Ai Bing, what do you think of the way he printed these vouchers?"

Zhang Ye seemed oblivious to the old man's thoughts and directly handed over the pale blue tickets in his hand to the woman beside him.

The woman smiled, took the items and began to carefully examine them.

The vouchers were predominantly a light blue color.

The front depicted a cluster of buildings, the entrance of which matched that of the villa complex they were in.

The back featured the portrait of a man.

It was none other than Chairman Zhang Ye.

Besides the images on the front and back, there was a line of fine print indicating the company's name and the purpose of the voucher.

In the upper right corner, varying numbers represented the specific amount of the voucher,

one, five, ten, and one hundred.

These figures denoted how many packets of instant noodles the voucher could be exchanged for.

Compared to other foods, instant noodles not only have a long shelf life but are also easy to prepare and provide sufficient calories for human consumption.

Thus, they became the direct link to the vouchers.

The two could be exchanged for each other, holding equivalent value.

With this standard, the price of other goods could be set based on their relative value, laying a good foundation for the control of Sanjiang City's economy by the company in the future.

Taking into account the durability of the vouchers, Zhang Ye ultimately chose to print them on a type of durable wax paper.

Judging from the finished product before him, the result was quite satisfactory.

"How about it, Director Zhang?"

"I've done a decent job, haven't I?" With a satisfied look from Zhang Ye, the old man suddenly felt emboldened, already considering what benefits to ask for.

These two women had been serving him quite well recently.

There was no need to replace them for now.

As for food and drink, it seemed there was no shortage either.

Although he couldn't go out, someone was punctually delivering two meals a day.

Maybe he should say he wanted to take a walk outside?

For a change of mood?

After all, it wasn't good to always be cooped up in the house, especially since he was getting older and needed to get out in the sun more...

As he was thinking this, Zhang Ye's flat voice had already sounded by his ear:

"Where are the molds?"

Upon hearing this, the old man hurriedly said:

"They're all here!"

"I made a set according to your wishes."

"However, if the quantity needed in the future increases, this single set of molds definitely won't suffice, don't you think—"

Before he could finish, he saw that Zhang Ye's gaze had already shifted to the two women.

"And them?"

"I told you to teach them printing, how is the progress?"

The two women were just about to answer when the old man quickly interjected: "I'm teaching them, I'm teaching them."

"Day and night, it's exhausting me to death."

"But they can finally do it."

After he finished speaking, fearing that Zhang Ye and Ai Bing wouldn't believe him, he simply had the two women print a few exchange coupons with the machine in the living room on the spot.

The exchange coupons from the first batch and the second batch were almost indistinguishable.

They were perfect.

Seeing this, a smile finally appeared on Zhang Ye's face.

"Very good, very good."

"You are indeed talented."

"Next, I have another task for you."

Upon hearing this, Luo Dafu immediately patted his chest and assured: "Whatever you command, just say it!"

"I've not only printed Shen Zhou currency but also know a bit about the American dollars."

"As long as there is no money detector, absolutely no one can tell!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he saw the two security guards in the living room pouncing on him.

"Eh? What's this for?"

"Director Zhang?"

The old man became quite alarmed, but there was no chance whatsoever to resist before his body had already been bitten—one on the left and one on the right—by the two charging zombies.

Meanwhile, Zhang Ye's voice once again rose in the living room.

"Actually, when I encountered you that day, I was very curious about something."

"What would happen if I had killed you right away?"

As he spoke, the old man was already lying on the ground, convulsing.

The virus seemed to be even more effective against an old man like him.

Within just a few minutes, Luo Dafu who had just been cursing loudly, had already risen from the ground with blood-red eyes, yet before he could pounce on Zhang Ye, he had been restrained by the two security guards.

"I wonder,"

"Can a person with special skills like you turn into an advanced zombie?"

Zhang Ye muttered to himself as he watched the zombie in front of him.

He slowly extended his hand.

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[Zombie Luo Dafu, would you like to add to the employee list?]

[Yes.]

[...]

A moment later, amid the thunderous rumbling of the printing press, a printing worker in a beige vest began its work for the day.

Zhang Ye's speculation had completely failed.

Luo Dafu had indeed turned into a zombie, but he retained no skill.

Compared with the other zombie employees of the company, it had no outstanding work abilities.