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In a fast food restaurant located beneath the Stock Building in the Andong New District, Zheng Yifan looked at the char siu rice in front of him, feeling quite happy. The price of this meal was not expensive; if calculated based on market material costs, it would only be three or four yuan, yet the selling price was just five yuan per portion.
It was truly a bargain. The main reason for this was that the Hope Group charged very low fees. When they took over, the costs were minimal. More importantly, they had established a profit alliance, sourcing their goods directly from the port without any middlemen, which ensured profits and allowed food to be prepared quickly.
The food here was very popular; survivors around would come to the fast food restaurant to solve their dining issues. The meals were delicious and inexpensive, and more importantly, those people really didn’t want to cook for themselves anymore. It was exhausting after a long day.
They were all working in exchange for relief; the profits from their labor were not much, but it was indeed tiring because everyone had to ensure their tasks were completed. Many of these jobs were unnecessary, but Zheng Yifan hoped they would engage in them.
Many people were still unemployed, and more importantly, they needed to adapt to the post-apocalyptic environment. People varied; some were bold and ambitious, and those individuals had already moved to rural areas. They actively engaged in farming and livestock raising. More people began renting post-apocalypse factories that were about to start operations. Even more joined the search for resources among the ruins.
Zheng Yifan also learned about some special individuals—young and strong people who wielded weapons they had crafted themselves and possessed various specialized equipment. They ventured into other towns to hunt zombies for supplies.
There were no restrictions for Zheng Yifan there. No cleanup efforts either; they risked their lives in pursuit of resources, and could Zheng Yifan really stop them?
These individuals went into towns to clear out zombies and brought back supplies to sell at the Agricultural Trade Market.
Most of it was sold to the Hope Group.
The Hope Group was eager to inject capital into the market. Each person's supplies could be exchanged for money.
“Boss, I’d like to settle my bill!” Zheng Yifan called out, then pulled out a banknote from his pocket. The banknote looked almost identical to post-apocalyptic currency, featuring an image of a zombie on it. The entire note was made of plastic and seemed to have many layers; inside it sparkled with what looked like colorful rays of light.
The banknote was beautiful—this was Zheng Yifan's first impression. After receiving the money, the boss immediately scratched it with a ring he wore on his hand and then smiled as he tucked it into his pocket.
Plastic products are easier to imitate, but the banknotes in ZhengYifan’s hands are not. The second-generation banknotes printed by Hope Group are even more anti-counterfeiting. This is the latest technology from Apocalypse Laboratory. Make full use of Vital Energy and retain the tiniest bit of Vital Energy in it. It cannot be detected without instruments, and the ring is a currency detector for sale, if it is a counterfeit currency. will be prompted automatically. Only when the money is real will there be no reaction at all. Because he passed the machine test. Zheng Yifan is really happy that Hope Gathering Place has begun to utilize Superpower and Vital Energy in daily life. This may be the improvement of Apocalyptic World, destroying technology and ushering in a broader space. After paying the money. ZhengYifanLeave quickly, it won’t work if he doesn’t leave. The next customer behind him had already arrived at Zheng Yifan with a food plate and looked at him awkwardly. He still occupies a seat, and the passage in the whole room is not large. He is standing here, and the diner can't put down his food at all. He is afraid that his hands will get sore after just holding it like this. "Sorry!" ZhengYifan apologized and left quickly. When he went outside, he happened to see the store next to him open. It was a supermarket selling various daily necessities. All the things Hope Group got from the old supermarket. Because of Zheng Yifan, those supplies were gone. It was impossible for them to get these things in the ruins. In the end, they could only buy them in Hope Group Restock. But despite this, the business of the supermarket seems to be very good, because people are starting to go in to shop, and there are already long queues outside. Although everyone is working, they are paid. What's more important is that with more industries appeared, and more jobs emerged. Those who have the courage to open their own stores will naturally provide job opportunities, although their money comes from Hope Group Loan. But Hope Group is not a loan shark, the interest rate is very low, and it can use its greatest strength to promote the Currency cycle. The Currency slowly put on the market gave them supplies. But a lot of money was obtained in exchange for supplies from cleaning up rubble and cleaning Zombie outside. Those people have become rich. As long as they come back alive from unconquered areas, they can almost always bring back a large amount of supplies. They drive there. So you must have gained a lot.
At that moment, Zheng Yifan happened to see a large truck slowly approaching from the side of the road. The vehicle was stained with fresh blood, the blood of zombies.
After the driver got out, the first thing he did was to pull up a warning tape and tell the people nearby not to come closer. Then, three young men got out of the truck, smiling with the joy of success.
"Aunt De, your goods have arrived. Please check them and settle the payment," the driver said, scratching his head innocently as he called out to the supermarket.
"Ah! Here they come!" A woman in her forties walked out with a beaming smile. However, upon seeing the truck, she suddenly frowned.
"Did you guys drive this out? How did the vehicle get damaged like this? Is this how you treat the truck that Loan applied for?" Aunt De seemed a bit distressed as she spoke to the driver.
"Aunt De, don't worry about it. I take good care of my own vehicle! The outer layer was reinforced at Wanquan Automotive in the east of the city. All these parts were taken from other cars and welded with steel bars. Once we clean it up, we'll just replace it with new ones," the driver laughed heartily.
At that moment, Zheng Yifan noticed the modifications on the truck.
There was really nothing to worry about; the front of this truck had been modified to look like an armored hedgehog. At the very front were rows of jagged teeth, and about half a meter from the vehicle was a massive barbed wire fence blocking the way. Further out were protective covers for the tires. Most importantly, both doors had been modified so they could be opened directly, with simple long guns mounted on the sides. Utilizing the truck's power, these guns would be quite lethal, and the doors could serve as shields.
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