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

“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”

Warm house · Ficção Científica
Classificações insuficientes
299 Chs

Chapter 107: The Teacher's Test

Address the issue of food spoilage?

To tell the truth, he'd never considered this problem.

After all, the entire city was full of supermarkets and shops, and Liu Qingqing would take a group of zombie employees out to scavenge every now and then, almost filling the entire basement of the base villa with various convenience foods.

In the face of these towering piles of supplies, anyone would subconsciously overlook one problem.

And that was the limited shelf life of food.

Some a few days.

Others up to half a year.

Aside from the sealed bottle and canned goods, the remaining food items had a maximum shelf life of two years.

Foods like bread or cake had even less time, just a few months.

After a few months, they would spoil.

What then?

Perhaps for those survivors who lived day to day in hunger, eating a piece of spoiled cake wasn't much of a problem.

But for the company, serving spoiled food to employees was a different matter.