Zombie 03 came out of the building. It staggered through the streets messily.
In its hand, it held a broken chair.
Can a zombie think?
No.
Lu Chuan was extremely certain of this. Lu Chuan could give it instructions but couldn't control it .
Which meant that Lu Chuan could make it do anything, but he couldn't determine the process or the outcome. It was a level-one biochemical plant product without a brain; expecting it to be more agile was just too much.
Lu Chuan, who was seated in the biochemical plant's boss's office, wanted to shield his eyes.
"Throw it away."
With the visible distance of one kilometer and the command transmission distance, Lu Chuan issued the command decisively.
He wanted gold and valuable items, not a broken chair.
When he arrived at his new residence, Lu Chuan settled down and immediately appeared in the apocalypse, executing his plan. For this, Lu Chuan had even given the plan a name.
Ants Moving.
He would make use of the zombies to move all the valuable items nearby that could be sold in modern times to the biochemical plant.
The plan was simple, direct, and violent.
But…
Lu Chuan overestimated the zombies' intelligence. They were great at executing his instructions, but they were only level one and didn't have even the slightest intelligence. There wasn't any difference in the execution.
What did "no difference" mean?
They would move everything they could carry to the biochemical plant.
This was troublesome for Lu Chuan. They moved chairs, tables, plastic models, flower pots, bonsai, things that were in good condition, things that weren't—everything. With their strength, they had even carried a few hundred stones to the biochemical plant.
Lu Chuan had mixed emotions. He could only send out instructions, not control them.
If he could control them, Lu Chuan could carry out the movement of wealth in a systematic manner, and not witness this joke.
Zombie 03 received Lu Chuan's instructions and threw away the broken chair decisively.
Its execution was as decisive as a soldier's.
Lu Chuan had to make Zombie 03 go back to the building it left.
Lu Chuan, who stayed in the boss's office, could only use the amazing holographic projection to watch the three zombies. When he noticed that they had taken the wrong item, he would send out instructions for them to drop the object.
Once they took the right item, he would instruct them to return to the biochemical plant.
If the wealth within a proximity of a thousand meters was converted to cash, it would be a massive sum. However, level-one zombies were limited by their intelligence; they were so slow that Lu Chuan had an impulse to head down himself.
Unfortunately… Lu Chuan didn't dare.
He was absolutely safe in the biochemical plant, but that wouldn't be true if he left.
The weak Lu Chuan really didn't have the abilities to go out.
Thinking about it, if he really wanted to leave, he would need at least a few Tyrants to protect him, along with a group of hulky ordinary zombies wearing armor and holding AKs, strong and mighty.
But he didn't have any of these yet.
Patience, I'll get there if I persist.
Thinking about it, the slow accumulation of wealth was an enjoyable process.
......
Under Lu Chuan's instructions, Zombie 03 raised its arms and violently smashed the glass counter in front of it.
Swoosh!
The sound of glass shattering was so sweet in Lu Chuan's ears.
The sound alarmed several zombies nearby. They gathered around, but when they found that there was no sign of life and no interesting prey, they dispersed.
To them, the lonely Zombie 03 who was standing around foolishly was one of them.
Through the holographic projection, Lu Chuan had the urge to cry when he saw the gold jewelry inside the counter. "It's not easy, it really isn't easy."
Lu Chuan can't be blamed for experiencing such an emotion.
Achieving this was the result of a day's labor.
Zombie 03 had completely emptied the things at the entrance of the building before the gold jewelry in the counter appeared.
Imagine it: Zombie 03 would walk in, carry useless things out, Lu Chuan would instruct it to throw them away, and the cycle would repeat itself.
Stuck in a loop, Zombie 03 took a whole day to get to this step.
Fortunately, the outcome satisfied Lu Chuan.
Zombie 03's arm stretched into the counter like a gold robber. Its paws slashed past and grabbed the gold jewelry placed inside. It got five or six necklaces at once.
Staggering, Zombie 03 finally took the five or six necklaces and left the building.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, Zombie 03 clutched these gold necklaces, and they were illuminated even more by scarlet sky. It staggered, the necklaces in its hand glimmering, toward the biochemical plant.
......
Zombies 01 and 02 were also burdens.
They had moved almost the entire first and second floor of the commercial building to the warehouse.
It was filled with both good and spoiled things.
The large warehouse was like a grocery store, stocked with a dazzling array of items.
After two days, the silly zombies were finally called back to the warehouse. They stayed in the warehouse with slanted eyebrows and crooked eyes, their hollow gazes staring aimlessly.
Lu Chuan had mixed feelings. It wasn't realistic to depend on them to categorize the items for him.
Lu Chuan couldn't stay in the boss's office any longer. He went to the warehouse and sorted the items himself.
The useless things were sorted out by him one by one, forming a pile.
After hustling for a long time, almost half of the warehouse was cleared.
There were many things that needed to be discarded, but likewise, the rewards weren't small. After their raid, the remaining gold jewelry on the second floor, all kinds of diamond rings, and necklaces were all brought to the warehouse.
According to Lu Chuan's estimation, there should be at least two million's worth in items.
In addition, Zombies 01 and 02 had also brought back bags, clothes, perfumes, and a dazzling array of watches from brands like Louis Vuitton, Hermès, Gucci, Fendi, and other luxury brands.
Lu Chuan didn't know how to deal with these things. It was a pity to throw them away, but if he kept them, selling them would be an issue.
More importantly, the quantity hasn't reached a number that Lu Chuan needed to deal with. Otherwise, according to Lu Chuan's methods, they would be treated as smuggled goods, which should also be a source of income.
"I'm not as well-connected."
Lu Chuan shook his head. There was really no way to resolve this in a short period of time.
Excluding those, what remained were useless objects that the two idiots had carried back. These things were moved out the same way they were moved in.
"Throw this pile out of the construction site."
Lu Chuan ordered them.
Upon receiving Lu Chuan's instructions, the machine-like Zombies 01 and 02 swayed, picked up the useless tables and chairs, and walked toward the transportation platform.
With his instructions spoken, Lu Chuan didn't need to care about them.
They could still handle such a simple command.
In the boss's office, Lu Chuan could see Zombies 01 and 02 appearing in the construction site. They tossed out the useless items that Lu Chuan had separated and turned back.
Lu Chuan's instructions were meticulously executed.
......
The storage space seemed tall, but there was a downside: it could only be used one way.
What does that mean?
Lu Chuan could bring items from the apocalypse to modern times, but he wasn't able to bring things from the modern times to the apocalypse.
The only thing he could bring over was money.
It was regretful. If he could bring items from the modern times to the apocalypse, his stress would be greatly reduced. For instance, at night, with lights on, the zombies could work for 24 hours, combing the radius of one kilometer and bringing back all the valuable items.
Without a light source, the zombies' almost entirely destroyed eyeballs were basically useless at night.
The alarm in his mind was always there, and the countdown made him feel rushed and anxious.
7 days, 22 hours, 30 minutes, 27 seconds.
The blood-red countdown timer reminded Lu Chuan at all times.
After two days, the fruits of the three zombies' labor were placed in the storage space. There was a lot of gold, silver, and diamond jewelry. It was absolutely pleasing to the eyes.
"According to the previous price, it'll be worth about two million yuan, enough to make 20 zombies."
Once 20 zombies were created, Lu Chuan believed that his funds would increase tremendously.
The hassle was that the biochemical plant could not directly convert gold into funds. The gold could only become funds after it was converted into RMB in modern times.
The biochemical plant's account was linked to all of Lu Chuan's cash, which was convenient.
Lu Chuan, who had stayed in the apocalypse for two days, brought all the gold back to the rented apartment in Lin Hai District.