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

Chapter 121 Zhang Ye's Ambition

The hydroelectric power station also had a chief.

This man, named Zhou Xiong, had been working at the station before.

When Xu Lin and his combat team were clearing zombies nearby, they accidentally discovered him hiding in a nearby restaurant, so they settled him at the hydroelectric power station.

In order to prevent him from developing any small-minded ideas detrimental to unity, they even made a special request.

They wanted to arrange for a woman to act as the deputy chief. Stay updated with empire

One was to supervise.

And the second was to relieve his boredom.

After all, he was the only living person in the entire station, and who knew if he would develop some psychological problems over time?

Having more people to talk to is always great.

It showed the company's humanistic care.

As for whether anything would happen between the two of them, that wasn't something the company needed to worry about. Zhang Ye even hoped that some of his survivors would pair up.

It's not good to be alone.

First, it's not conducive to striving, and second, without a weakness, could Zhang Ye, as the boss, rest assured?

Definitely not.

It would be best if they had a chubby little son.

With a wife and child, what other choice would he have but to work hard?

Lost in his pleasant fantasies, Zhang Ye looked forward and saw a dense crowd gathering in front of the hydroelectric power station, led by Zhou Xiong, the former hydroelectric engineer.

As soon as the car stopped, he came over and opened the car door.

But the person inside the car didn't move for a long time.

Until a woman inside gently urged him, "Zhang Ye, Chief Zhou has been waiting for a long time."

"Get out of the car."

Only then did Zhang Ye come back to his senses, responded, and got out of the car immediately.

But his gaze stayed on Zhou Xiong behind him.

There were ten staff members.

They each showed fervor, and there was even a zombie secretly adjusting its own tie.

If it weren't for their faces being too ugly, Zhang Ye might even have suspected that the zombie staff had been swapped out by this Chief Zhou.

But looking at his expression, it seemed he was even more surprised than Zhang Ye.

This wasn't part of the plan.

Zhou Xiong had intended to come out to greet Zhang Ye alone.

Who knew that those zombies, usually expressionless, would all follow him out.

At first, he didn't quite understand, but after thinking it over carefully, he got it.

They were all coming out to brown-nose!

After the initial surprise, Zhang Ye quickly put this behind him and walked into the power station, escorted by the chief and the many staff members.

The assessment consisted of two simple tasks.

The first task was to create a weapon or a set of equipment using the materials available in the factory, and then have the security guards at the factory test them in actual combat.

Whoever made the best weapon or equipment would stay.

The second task involved the repair and modification of vehicles.

Right next to the mechanical factory was an auto repair shop, and Zhang Ye intended to also pick out a few talented individuals to get the auto repair business up and running.

After all, vehicles remained the main mode of transportation at the present, and they had to be taken seriously.

If handled well, they could even consider expansion in the future.

Maybe develop an armored vehicle!

How exciting that would be!

Zhang Ye himself knew next to nothing about the military industry.

But he vaguely remembered reading in a textbook that the world's first tank seemed to have been produced in a tractor factory.

With that in mind, it appeared the manufacturing difficulty wasn't too high.

He definitely had to try it in the future.

As he pondered this, the assessment on the other side had already begun.

After the initial surprise, the dozen or so survivors quickly scurried to the storeroom, picked the materials they needed, and then headed to the workshop.

After several hours of work, most of them had produced results with which they were satisfied.

Machetes were the most common.

Then came shields and spears, and other relatively simple items.

Among a vast array of blades, sticks, and staffs, a young man had fashioned a crossbow using steel plates and wire, and with one shot he blew apart the head of a zombie in the distance.

"Good, good, good!"

"Young man, you're hired!"

Zhang Ye was suddenly somewhat excited, who would have thought there was such a talent in the hotel?

But just as he was about to ask for the young man's name, Ai Bing, who was checking on the other side, suddenly exclaimed, "Zhang Ye, come here quick!"

A few minutes later.

"Great stuff, great stuff!"

"Did you make this gun all by yourself?"

In Zhang Ye's hands was a crudely fashioned revolver!

The mechanism of the gun's body was extremely simple, consisting of a steel tube without rifling and a spring-loaded magazine; even the hammer was made from a screw.

The creators of this homemade revolver were two people.

An older and a younger man.

The older one was approximately forty years old.

He wore a pair of glasses and looked very gentle and refined.

As for the young one, he was not even twenty years old, and his youthful face was filled with fear towards Zhang Ye.