Chapter 46 is full of compliments, and the deal is in progress.

As Su Ze's voice fell.

The group of survivors in the corridor who had returned after leaving were first stunned, and then expressions of disbelief appeared on their faces.

Post ten advertisements?

That's it?

They had thought it would be a more demanding or more insulting requirement.

Compared to struggling on the line between life and death, compared to being tortured by hunger,

saying a few nice words in the public channel could hardly be considered a punishment; at most, it was just losing a bit of face.

"I'll post! I'll post right now!"

The boy who had been the first to lead the flight this morning reacted the fastest. He was like someone grabbing a life-saving straw, hurriedly pulling up his virtual panel, fearing Su Ze might regret it the next second.

"Boss! I'll post too!"

"Don't snatch it from me, I'm first!"

The crowd became restless, everyone scrambling to be first. Their eager appearance made it seem not as if they were receiving punishment, but as if they were snatching a massive bargain.

Su Ze leaned back in his chair at his leisure, watching this absurd scene, the curve of his lips becoming more pronounced.

Soon, the [Jinghai Dormitory Building · Chat Channel] was flooded with a series of uniform "flattery."

"1st Floor-461-Zhang Tao (tenant): I announce that from today on, Boss Su Ze is my only faith! Dormitory 404 has ample supplies and fair prices! It was my own blindness before, I slap my own mouth! [Kowtow.jpg]"

"2nd Floor-285-Wang Hao (landlord): Wuwuwu, thank you God Su for giving me a way to live! Renting weapons, killing zombies to earn money, Mom doesn't have to worry about me going hungry anymore! 404 is the eternal god!"

"2nd Floor-233-Li Si (tenant): Brothers, don't be silly and look for supplies yourself, it's useless! Today's refresh rate is outrageously low! Come to 404, this is the only hope in the apocalypse! Long live Boss Su Ze!"

"3rd Floor-659-Sun Lili (landlord): Brother Su Ze is handsome and kind-hearted. Not only does he provide us with a way to live, but he's also so gentle. Love it, love it! Sisters, come line up at 404!"

"7th Floor-779-Zhao Qian (landlord): I was wrong, I was really wrong. I shouldn't have questioned Boss Su Ze from the beginning. If the heavens could give me another chance, I would say three words to the boss: I love you! If I had to put a time limit on this love, I hope it is... ten thousand years!"

One after another, sickeningly sweet praises flooded the screen at a frantic speed.

Those IDs that had been cursing Su Ze as a black-hearted merchant just a moment ago had now transformed into his most loyal "believers."

The entire public channel's style became incredibly bizarre.

Someone who didn't know better clicking in would think it was the scene of some celebrity's fan meeting.

And the fourth-floor corridor became unprecedentedly lively because of this.

A long dragon of people snaked from the entrance of 404, winding all the way down to the second-floor staircase.

The moment everyone in line stepped onto the fourth floor, they subconsciously lightened their footsteps, their faces filled with expressions of uncertainty and shock.

"This... where are the zombies on the fourth floor?"

"Holy shit, not a single one in sight? They've all been cleared out?"

"The bloodstains are still there, but the zombies are all gone... how on earth did he do this?"

Whispers spread through the line. When they looked at the figure sitting by the door, the awe and fear in their eyes deepened by several degrees.

This man not only had an outrageous amount of supplies,

but his own strength was perhaps unfathomable to the extreme!

Su Ze looked at those advertisements in the channel, which could be called performance art, and nodded with satisfaction.

He turned to look at the women beside him.

"Jiang Yuwan, you're responsible for checking the advertisements and collecting the money."

Jiang Yuwan remained cold as ever and nodded expressionlessly.

"Liu Yuanfang, Li Jia Xin, Lin Shiyu, the three of you are responsible for distributing supplies and leasing weapons. Keep the accounts well."

The three women whose names were called felt their spirits lift and nodded quickly.

Being able to work for this powerful man meant their status was now completely different from the other girls.

"Qing Ya, Qiao Fei, Meier, you three go rest first. Take turns on night watch and keep your energy up."

"Okay, Senior!" Liu Qiaofei responded obediently.

Yao Qingya nodded gently. Seeing Su Ze's appearance of strategizing, she went back to the Dormitory with peace of mind.

Su Meier gave Su Ze a flirtatious wink and walked into the Dormitory with a sway of her hips.

In the empty corridor, a long dragon formed once again.

"Counselor Jiang, look, I posted! Ten of them, not one missing!" A boy held up his virtual panel and leaned in front of Jiang Yuwan.

Jiang Yuwan's cold gaze swept over it. After confirming it was correct, she coldly spat out one word: "Pass."

The boy immediately scurried over to Liu Yuanfang's stall, produced his collateral, and with a thousand thanks, rented a notched watermelon knife.

He tightly gripped that cold hilt, moved to tears of excitement, as if he were holding not a broken knife, but the rest of his life.

The entire fourth floor presented an extremely bizarre yet "prosperous" scene.

There were no zombies here, no danger, only a long line leading to "life."

This "safe zone" personally created by Su Ze

stood in sharp contrast to the perilous, chaotic corners outside the building where people killed each other for survival.

The survivors who had rented weapons left the fourth floor in groups of three or five, beginning their "gold farming" journey for the day.

Dormant zombies weren't hard to deal with; as long as one found a stray and killed it in one blow, they could steadily get two copper coins.

But risk followed like a shadow.

New content soon appeared in the public channel.

"7th Floor-801-Wang Wei (tenant): Damn, almost messed up! Just stabbed one, and all three next to it woke up! Luckily I ran fast! Brothers, be extremely careful! You must keep the noise down!"

"3rd Floor-321-Liu Jun (tenant): Hahaha! Killed five! Ten copper coins in hand! I can eat bread tonight!"

"5th Floor-575-Chen Hao (landlord): Anyone want to team up? I found a small wave of zombies here, about seven or eight. The three of us don't dare to go in. A few brothers with weapons come over, we'll discuss the harvest in detail!"

"2nd Floor-Zhang Wei (tenant): Fuck! Watch out! Don't go to the end of the second-floor corridor in Teaching Building B! We accidentally knocked over a metal cabinet and woke up a huge group! Ah—!"

"9th Floor-248-Liu Yunli (landlord): Help! Someone come save us! We're trapped in the Gymnasium! There are too many zombies!"

Harvests, calls for help, wails, death...

The constantly decreasing number of people in the channel reminded everyone that this was still an apocalypse where people could die at any time.

But the fear of death could not stop the steps of the survivors.

Because if they didn't go out, they could only starve to death.

Going out to take a risk, at least there was hope of living!

Hope and danger were intertwined.

Under Jiang Yuwan's management, the transactions proceeded in an orderly manner,

and the copper coins obtained from the exchange were accumulating rapidly...