Chapter 12 Arriving at De Sheng Steel Ball Factory (Second Update) Seeking Red Tickets and Collection

  "Boss, what are we going to do next? Those few people over there said they're going to the Hualian supermarket in front this afternoon." Liu Zhi Xiong was eating his 09 compressed dry ration, looking at the three parties each waiting for their own treatment, and couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness rising up, feeling like he's never been so carefree before.

  "Afternoon, I'll go to the Desheng Steel Ball Factory first. I have something to do there, and then take a look." In fact, Liang Jing thought in her heart that this area was mostly migrant workers, with few farmers, and most families had no stored grain. The supermarket must be crowded with people risking their lives to shop, let alone how much food would be left in a supermarket of similar size to Qingshui Bay's Jiahe Hui, not to mention the unknown dangers within."

  "Brother Wang, hehe... are you guys still recruiting? We several people want to join your team." Just then, the short-eyed man couldn't help but discuss with Chen Gong and others about joining the burly man's team.

  "What's with you guys? Why don't you join the team over there? Don't they want you?" The stout man looked at the several men in front of him and asked.

  "Uh... that, we, uh, just don't want us, he only wants her, those two guys are his old acquaintances." The short bespectacled man was nudged and turned around to glance at Liang Jing who was eating and talking, saying in a low voice.

  "Alright, you guys can come with us to the supermarket this afternoon. We'll distribute the food according to individual contributions later. You guys wait for now, we'll eat first." The robust man glanced at the bespectacled short guy and a few others, knowing they were being insincere, but didn't expose or pursue the matter, speaking directly instead.

  Huh?

  Is that it? A few of the short-sighted men were stunned, we've joined your team and you can't even give us something to eat. Don't you see how well-off Liang Jing's side is? They have everything they need! How can there be such a big difference in treatment? And what's with this nonsense about distributing according to contribution? Bullshit!

  The more I think about it, the worse everyone's face looks. Originally already starving and pale, now feeling like this world has never been darker before. Endless regret in my heart, regretting why didn't I resolutely accept the invitation to join Liang Jing's team back then. Looking at others who joined and got to eat what they wanted, looking at you who actively "surrendered" but ended up with this result, you guys are not only useless, but also too stingy to even give a little cold rice.

  I didn't even join when Liang Jing invited me, and I actively "surrendered" to you guys. How can you "bully" us like this? This isn't even comparable to the difference between a private workshop and a state-owned factory!

  For a moment, I feel like vomiting blood, with grievances that cannot be expressed, unable to resist and dare not resist, then just slowly enjoy it...

  On the other hand, Liu Zhixiong and his two companions thought they were extremely wise. If it weren't for their own choice to join them now, they would have ended up like those short-eyed men. Ling Qinghe's gaze towards Liang Jing became increasingly undisguised. Happiness is relative after all.

  Under the scorching sun, without wind, the air felt suffocating. Four people walked in a line.

  "Hurry up, the Victory Steel Ball Factory is just ahead."

  Liang Jing had a canvas bag slung over his left shoulder and held a short knife in his right hand as he walked ahead, followed by Ling Qinghe, the only female member of the group. Behind her were Zhang Hu and Liu Zhi Xiong, one carrying a hanging bag and the other a backpack. At this time, Liang Jing was feeling somewhat depressed. After lunch, they had rested for a while, but not wanting to waste any more time, they set off without waiting for the 13 people still resting in the hall. Unexpectedly, three more people joined their group, causing their speed to drop to only one-third of what it would have been if Liang Jing were traveling alone. This made Liang Jing feel like he was crawling like a snail. Fortunately, since the sun was too big, many mutant creatures didn't come out to move around, and so far, they hadn't even encountered one, which meant their speed wasn't delayed any further. This also made Zhang Hu and the others very happy.

  What's even more frustrating for Liang Jingyu is that the successfully enslaved black-backed dog zombie, which was created using the "Corpse Control Technique", can't withstand sunlight and can only jump around in the nearby building. If it stays still for too long, its body will be corroded by the sun's rays, slowly melting away until it makes a hissing sound and turns into a white-eyed corpse. It seems that only high-level monster corpses can resist sunlight when enslaved.

  Of course, the three of them were not just happy about these things. From the time they had lunch earlier, they had been excited all the way until now, thinking that they had won a prize. Compared to the food eaten by those nine burly men, they could be considered rich and handsome. Moreover, after coming out earlier, Liang Jing gave each of them a handgun. Oh my god! A handgun is a big deal for ordinary people in Huaxia Country, it's an unconscious sense of security that has been raised to the nth degree, making their hearts even more at peace, and they were even more devoted to Liang Jing, this old boss, feeling that he was unfathomable.

  "Bang!"

  The workshop door was kicked open by Liang Jing under the shocked gaze of Ling Qinghe and the other two, flying out several meters away. At this moment, the three people were shocked in their hearts. To know that this aluminum alloy door, although not as strong as an iron door, is also not comparable to those wooden doors. Ordinary people really can't handle it at all. Unexpectedly, Liang Jing kicked the aluminum alloy door as if it had been hit by a small car, leaving the door frame and rolling sideways, simply unbearable.

  "Humming..."

  "No good! There are many mutant monsters inside."

  Liang Jinggang kicked open the door of the De Sheng Steel Ball Factory workshop, and inside was a stench that was unbearable to humans. This was the smell of rotting human corpses! More importantly, there were also quite a few mutated flies inside, smaller than houseflies, flying in swarms.

  "Up!"

  Liang Jing's mind stirred, and she ordered the mutated black-backed dog zombie in the shadows on one side to launch an attack!

  Blocking this over one-meter-wide door like this is not bad, but it's fundamentally unsafe outside the door. It's desolate and dead now. Although it seems very safe and no mutated monsters are seen, who knows if they will suddenly run out with so many mutated monsters? At that time, it would be impossible to hide from the enemy. He didn't dare to take the gamble of there being no mutated monsters, nor did he want to entrust his life and death to uncertain luck.

  "Quick! Follow me."

  Liang Jing walked into the workshop, and this small door was next to the workshop director's office. As long as he guarded the entrance, he didn't have to worry about the safety of the rear defense.

  Under Liang Jing's urging, the three of them hurried to catch up. To say that Ling Qinghe performed even better than Liu Zhi Xiong, who quickly followed up, although his legs were softer than before and he was still extremely nervous, almost falling again, making Liang Jing secretly shake her head in dismay.

  Boom!

  Sigh...

  The office door was kicked open by Liang Jing, and a wooden chair inside flew towards him. It seemed to have known that Liang Jing's short knife would slap it away like a fly, making a loud noise as the chair was slapped against the wall.

  "Stop!"

  Bravo! Applause!

  Liang Jing let out a loud roar, his foot kicked the wooden chair that had fallen to the ground, the wooden chair exploded in mid-air and shattered into pieces, the fragments flying everywhere. The situation was urgent now, he didn't want any unnecessary trouble, otherwise, no matter if the person attacking him inside was doing it on purpose or not, he would make sure they regretted it. He wouldn't take the initiative to look for trouble, but he also wasn't afraid of teaching others a lesson.

  Several people in the room were shocked, a man in his 30s who had just used a wooden stool to hit Liang Jing was now bleeding profusely from several wounds on both hands. Behind him, two young women and three men wearing blue work uniforms were also frozen in fear by Liang Jing's violent outburst, standing there dumbfounded.