Leon told the two doctors about what he had been through over the past few days and his plans for the near future.
Of course, he could not say that he could predict the future or had known the locations of the two survivor camps from birth. Instead, he vaguely glossed over it by claiming that he had encountered members of two survivor camps before entering the CDC.
The two doctors were both shocked and impressed. During the period when the military had helped defend the CDC, they had witnessed the terror of the Zombies with their own eyes. They came in hordes, feared neither life nor death, and seemed impossible to kill. Unless their brains were destroyed, bullets were almost useless against them.
Because the situation had been so urgent that they had had no time to equip themselves with heavy weapons, the American soldiers were quickly overwhelmed by the surging tide of Zombies. Panic and fear destroyed their rationality, and they fled in a hurry, abandoning this hope of humanity defeating the Zombie Virus.
Yet the man before them had crossed hundreds of kilometers in just four days, gathered more than forty survivors in cities occupied by Zombies, and seized nearly a thousand tons of daily necessities.
This was simply a miracle.
Melpha's eyes flickered. Even her usually stern and severe expression softened somewhat. After thinking for a few seconds, she said:
"Leon, if you want to renovate the Ground Buildings, you'll inevitably need a great deal of building materials. I know a place. Two kilometers from here, in the industrial district, there's a small Metal Building Materials Factory that processes various types of metal building materials. I'll mark it on the map for you later. You can go and see whether you can find what you need."
"As for recruiting people, this place can provide some help as well."
"We have a High-power Radio here. It was originally used to communicate with official organizations, but it may no longer be necessary now."
"You can take it and establish a radio information network. I remember its communication range was around five hundred kilometers without a wireless network. Sorry, neither Jenner nor I is a specialist in this field, so we don't know how to use it. You'll have to figure it out yourself."
After hearing Dr. Melpha's words, Leon was pleasantly surprised. The twelve sets of Communicators he had obtained from the King County Police Station had a range of only five kilometers and could be used only around the same base. Even so, he had treasured them dearly and had hardly taken them out until now.
But with this High-power Radio, they might be able to communicate promptly within a range of five hundred kilometers.
Unfortunately, he did not understand this technology either. Among the talented people he knew, no one was skilled at operating Radios or similar equipment.
And in an apocalyptic world where the population had fallen to less than one-thousandth of its original size, finding a professional with the right expertise was no different from searching for a needle in the ocean.
"Thank you, Dr. Melpha, Dr. Jenner."
"Over the next few days, you can make a list of the daily necessities you need and give it to me. I'll allocate them to you from this batch of supplies."
"Don't be polite. I'll give you the highest-quality batch."
The two doctors were among the Umbrella Corporation's most precious assets. They were worth the effort to win over.
A faint smile appeared on Dr. Melpha's face, and she nodded lightly without refusing.
"Thank you, Leon."
"I'll organize it when I get back and send it to you tonight or before nightfall tomorrow."
"No problem, Doctor. Then I'll be leaving first."
On the way, Leon thought of the High-power Radio again.
Among all the characters in the story, Eugene seemed to be the only one who might have expertise in this area.
But now, finding Eugene, who was in another state, was nearly impossible.
This plan would have to be put on hold for the time being.
Leon was a little dejected, but then he remembered the other piece of news Dr. Melpha had mentioned.
He simply did not know whether the Metal Building Materials Factory two kilometers away contained the materials he needed.
Well, after I finish dealing with things over the next few days, there won't be anything particularly important to do. Why not take this opportunity to spend a day scouting the place?
After dinner, Leon did not generously arrange for the employees to rest in the luxurious Private Lounge on the third floor. Instead, he temporarily assigned them to make do in the Tourist Activity Room on the first floor. There were sofas, a television, and even a pool table, an Indoor Basketball Court, and many other recreational facilities. For the survivors now, this was already an extremely luxurious environment. Surely, no one would dare complain.
Even if they grumbled in private, he did not care.
He, Leon Castor, was no saint. He had not saved others for so-called justice or compassion. As the boss of the Umbrella Corporation, he should live in the best house, eat the most delicious food, possess the hottest and most beautiful women, and enjoy the flattery and service of countless people.
Otherwise, what would be the point of working so hard to save this world?
With this thought in mind, Leon brought the beautiful little assistant, Miss Amy, to his own private floor.
A luxurious private space of two thousand square meters was something Leon had previously dared to imagine only in his dreams.
Solid-wood floors and furniture, genuine-leather sofas, upholstered walls, plush carpets, silk curtains, and golden crystal chandeliers—the building had been designed as an office for receiving guests, but its interior was still exceptionally high-end and luxurious. Clearly, a great deal of time and money had been spent on it.
Leon was astonished by the extravagance and indulgence of capitalism, but his face maintained that carefree, elegant smile.
He took his little assistant on a brief tour, then pointed to a luxurious small bedroom beside the master bedroom and said to Amy:
"Miss Amy, while serving as my personal assistant, you may use this room."
"However, until my personal chef and personal maid arrive, you'll also be responsible for both of their duties."
"In other words, you'll be responsible for preparing all my meals, keeping this place clean, and preparing all the daily necessities I need."
"I know this may be rather exhausting for the time being."
He watched the girl's mouth fall slightly open, as if she had turned into a statue, and said with a smile:
"But you should understand that I'm a generous and magnanimous boss."
"After one month, if I'm satisfied with your work, I'll promote you to C-class employee. You'll be the first employee promoted by the Umbrella Corporation."
He patted the girl on the shoulder, sat down in the luxurious boss's chair behind the desk, and turned on the computer.
"Don't just stand there. Go get all the employee files from my car, as well as the inventory list you compiled."
"We need to establish a reasonable internal currency supply-and-demand system within three days."
"Weren't you an economics student? This should be your strong suit."
Amy turned her head somewhat blankly and stared at her unscrupulous boss. His handsome, extremely charming face now seemed to transform into that of a demon.
As if suddenly waking from a dream, she shuddered. It was terrifying. She had worked so hard these past few days, staying up late enough to lack sleep on several nights, all to work for him. Yet this man still wanted to pile three more jobs on her.
This bastard deserves to be hung from a streetlamp.
Amy clenched her fists.
"Is there a problem, Miss Amy?"
The little assistant trembled twice all over, then silently turned toward the stairs and answered weakly:
"All right, Boss. I'll go now."
Sure enough, working people could never escape the fate of exploitation.
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