"D-Did the boss kill all of them by himself?"
"There must have been nearly a hundred of them. That's terrifying."
"Ugh, I probably couldn't even beat one. Just looking at their rotten bodies makes my legs go weak."
"Didn't you hear that Mr. Castor used to be a doctor? Are doctors really that fierce? The boss must know Chinese Kung Fu, right?"
Listening to the porters whisper among themselves and enjoying Amy, the pretty girl beside him, gazing at him with admiration while eagerly serving him, Leon held a cup of iced cola and leaned casually against his Lamborghini sports car, his heart bursting with delight.
Sure enough, showing off was only satisfying when there were spectators. No matter how well someone performed, if nobody saw it, nobody would truly acknowledge their achievements.
Leon gave Amy's little bottom a pat and said with a wicked grin:
"Stop spacing out. Get ready to work."
"I've already cleared this place out. As long as you close the main gate every time you enter or leave, there won't be any danger."
"We can't use the large machinery in the factory building for now. I've already looked through the warehouse. They mainly produce different types of metal wire, metal pipes, metal sheets, and metal frames."
"There's a lot of it, so we won't move everything back to the base for now."
Leon pondered for a few seconds before speaking again:
"Hmm, prioritize transporting two truckloads of metal wire. We'll be able to use it soon."
"Oh, right. There's an employee cafeteria in the office building. It still has some daily necessities stored inside. Don't forget to bring them back."
Amy nodded with a flushed face and asked curiously:
"Boss, what do you need all that metal wire for?"
Leon kept her in suspense and answered vaguely:
"I can't be sure whether it'll work yet, but if it does, it'll become one of our trump cards against the Zombies."
Five days later, June 20.
After a full seven days of work, the plan to transfer the supplies from Glory Avenue was finally completed perfectly.
Leon had obtained a massive amount of supplies. There were all kinds of medical supplies and daily necessities. Food alone included around 120 tons of staple grains, 20 tons of assorted canned and vacuum-packed foods, 3 tons of luxury snacks such as chocolate and candy, tens of thousands of bottles of beer, several thousand bottles of red wine and liquor, and several thousand cartons of cigarettes.
More than a thousand tons of supplies filled the six-thousand-plus-square-meter parking lot's first floor, taking up roughly one-twentieth of the space.
Besides these smaller items, Leon had also obtained 50 tons of diesel and Gasoline, more than 80 cars and sports cars of various types, and over a hundred tons of construction materials that would soon be needed.
It was an epic victory.
Of course, Leon was a generous and trustworthy boss. That very evening, he held a lively celebration banquet in the Public Cafeteria on the first floor.
He provided the finest alcohol and food free of charge. He also fulfilled his previous promise, allowing every veteran employee of the Umbrella Corporation present to choose a car they liked and receive enough supplies to fill the entire vehicle.
Everyone was excited and happy. It could be said that this was the happiest night they had spent since the disaster began.
At the end of the banquet, Leon announced that starting the next day, the Umbrella Corporation would officially implement the Contribution Points system.
With real-world currency completely worthless, every employee would earn Contribution Points by working for the Umbrella Corporation. That would be their wages.
Everyone's Contribution Points could be exchanged for the daily necessities they wanted.
Contribution Points functioned like another form of currency. They could be inherited, traded, or given away.
The number of Contribution Points each person had would determine their quality of life in the Umbrella Corporation.
That night, after the banquet ended, Leon returned to his private floor.
He sat in his boss's chair and was just about to take a nap when he saw Amy hurry over with a notebook in hand.
"Boss, it's not time to rest yet. There are still a few things today that require your decision."
Leon narrowed his eyes and nodded, then raised a hand and patted his shoulder.
Amy immediately understood. She put down what she was holding, walked behind him, and began massaging him gently.
As he breathed in the girl's pleasant perfume, Leon asked:
"What is it?"
Amy bent slightly and whispered into Leon's ear:
"Boss, there are three things in total."
"First, the Contribution Points system will be implemented starting tomorrow. You must appoint someone to manage our Contribution Point Exchange."
"It's a very tedious but extremely important position. This person will oversee the movement of a large amount of supplies and participate in most people's use of Contribution Points. You'd better choose someone honest and trustworthy to manage it."
"Second, the transfer mission at Glory Avenue has been completed. Next, you need to arrange the upcoming work for the employees in our Logistics Department. The base is in dire need of development, so we need to make good use of every bit of manpower."
Leon listened and nodded secretly. He couldn't help marveling at how capable his little secretary Amy was. Not only was she diligent and hardworking, but she was also clever and considerate. Ever since taking the job, she had completed every task he assigned without fail.
She was practically a perfect leek. No wonder she was a top student from the University of Chicago.
"What's the third matter?"
"Mr. Glenn would like to speak with you. When I was coming upstairs just now, he asked me to pass along a request."
Leon was slightly surprised. He couldn't guess what Glenn wanted, so he nodded lightly and said:
"Put Ms. Quinn in charge of the Contribution Point Exchange. She was one of our earliest administrative staff members. She's serious and responsible, and I've seen it for myself."
"You can notify her to come see me tomorrow morning. I'll speak with her in person."
"As for the second matter, don't worry. We'll have more work than we can handle for a long time to come. We'll only be short on manpower, never have idle people."
"At present, our most urgent task is renovating the base and building houses for our employees. It's unacceptable to keep everyone living in tents."
"Tomorrow, let everyone rest for the morning. Find the employee with the most renovation experience and bring him to me. I'll arrange the short-term renovation work, and you'll be responsible for managing it."
"Understood, Boss. Do you need me to call Mr. Glenn over now?"
Hearing that she was about to become a female construction foreman, Amy felt no particular reaction. She had already worked as a cook, maid, and warehouse manager, so what was there to fear from becoming a female construction foreman? She was getting used to it. As long as the boss was struck by inspiration, no job would be strange for her.
"Yes, go ahead. Also, notify your sister and have her come see me tomorrow morning."
"She has a new job to complete as well."
"Understood, Boss. I'll take my leave first."
A few minutes later, Glenn, the Korean young man, entered Leon's office somewhat nervously.
Leon held this warmhearted, kind, loyal, and reliable young man in high regard. He had been one of Leon's favorite characters in the story in his previous life.
He politely invited Glenn to sit down, then asked with a warm smile:
"Mr. Glenn, what brings you to me?"
Glenn awkwardly rubbed his cheek. He opened his mouth several times, then finally took a deep breath and said:
"Boss, there's something I'd like to ask of you."
Leon smiled and nodded, gesturing for him to continue.
"Do you remember the people from Ore Factory Camp?"
Hearing that, Leon roughly guessed what Glenn wanted. He pretended to sigh and said:
"Of course. Officer Shane and I already knew each other before the disaster."
"It's a shame they rejected my invitation that time."
Glenn looked even more embarrassed. He rubbed his nose and said:
"I spent some time with them. They're all good people."
"They didn't accept your invitation that time because they didn't understand you."
"I'd like to ask you to give them another chance. Let me try to persuade them. This time, they'll definitely be willing to join our company."
Leon asked noncommittally:
"Is this your own idea, Mr. Glenn?"
Glenn nodded lightly and said:
"I was just thinking that things outside are so dangerous, and they must be having a very difficult time. They're good people and shouldn't die out there just like that. Our Umbrella Corporation is in need of manpower right now. Maybe we can help them."
Leon stared at Glenn for several seconds. All he saw in the young man's eyes was sincerity and kindness. He nodded lightly and said:
"All right, Mr. Glenn. I said long ago that our Umbrella Corporation was established to protect all of humanity. Anyone with a kind heart who is willing to dedicate themselves to humanity's future can become our companion."
"How about this? You can set out tomorrow. I'll provide a truck and have Daryl go with you."
"My only requirement is that you pay attention to your safety. Both of you are capable people and will become my trusted assistants in the future. You mustn't suffer any harm over a minor matter."
Hearing Boss Leon's words, Glenn's face filled with gratitude and excitement. He nodded heavily.
"I understand, Boss. Please rest assured."
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