Zhang Ye felt a surge of emotion welling up, almost sprouting tears.
Now that's a real good employee!
Thinking as the boss thinks, doing what the boss wants to do, and charging into the danger-filled supermarket just to fill the boss's stomach without regard for personal safety.
At this moment, 003 looked exactly like one of those refugees from the beautiful country who loved zero-cost shopping sprees.
It held items in one hand while stuffing its pockets with the other.
The shelves before it were quickly swept clean, all the food dropping to the floor.
Yes, all of it dropped to the floor.
Watching through the glass as 003 inside continued to repeat the "sweeping" motion, Zhang Ye's lips trembled with frustration.
"Do you even have a brain!"
"Can't you do the job properly!"
"If you can't do it, just scram!"
"There's a whole line of people eager to take your place!"
Zhang Ye almost blurted out the line his boss used to say, but when he saw the zombies gathering at the door, he swallowed his words.
In that instant, Zhang Ye suddenly understood the difficulties of being a boss.
"It must be because this idiot's brain is broken."
"Let's try another one."
He quickly learned from his mistake, scanning the surroundings for his next target.
If the work isn't done well, naturally, someone else must take over.
003 was just too dumb.
This time, he needed to find someone smarter.
A zombie with a head as big as a bucket and a portly figure caught his eye.
Zhang Ye's eyes immediately lit up—this fellow must have been a boss in his past life!
Look at that big round face!
That beer belly!
Those short little legs!
Zhao Bensan was right, big head and a thick neck, if not a boss then a cook!
Half a minute later, the large-headed zombie, deliberately lured to his doorstep by Zhang Ye, joined the employee list after convulsing violently.
Worker 004 was now in place.
Without a word, Zhang Ye pointed towards the supermarket across the street.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh..."
004 staggered to its feet and shambled towards the supermarket currently being victimized by 003.
"Not bad!"
"Knowing where to go without being directed!"
"There shouldn't be any problems this time! Hahaha, it looks like I'll never have to worry about food and drink again!"
Zhang Ye admired 004's intact brain, feeling very satisfied as he envisioned himself lounging at home, feasting to his heart's content.
In time, he hoped to get a generator going so that he could power up his computer.
Food, drink, and entertainment.
In short, the ultimate laid-back life.
This was the divine existence he wouldn't even dare to dream of in the past!
"Huh?"
"Why has 004 not come back out after so long?"
As Zhang Ye thought about it, something didn't feel quite right, so he tiptoed back to the car parked in front of the supermarket.
Peeking his head inside, his blood pressure shot up.
003 was nowhere to be seen, probably off ravaging the deeper aisles.
Meanwhile, 004 was doing the same thing in the opposite direction, endlessly stuffing food from another shelf into its pocket.
How much can a clothing pocket hold?
It would struggle even with a bag of chips.
Thus, the food taken off the shelves kept falling to the floor.
Then, attracted by the noise, other zombies came stomping along, leaving footprints and crushing the food into crumbs.
Zhang Ye felt like he was about to faint.
It might be because he was hungry.
Or maybe it was the fury caused by these two brainless zombies.
He never imagined that the system he had placed such high hopes in would turn out to be so useless!
The author wrote this thing to fool ghosts!
Zhang Ye was tempted to give up. There was more than one supermarket; it might be best to check out other places while it was still light.
"Sigh."
"If only they could cooperate a little, that would be so much better."
He took one last look at 003 and 004, who were still busily wreaking havoc inside the supermarket, and sighed.
Expecting these two brainless creatures to cooperate was really wishful thinking.
Their ability to understand was simply too poor.
Even a command as simple as taking food off the shelf and bringing it out was beyond them.
Wait a minute!
Zhang Ye's brain flashed with inspiration, and he immediately thought of a new system task, creating an assembly line.
What is an assembly line?
Anyone who has worked in a factory would know clearly that it is about simplifying complex tasks and then assigning them to employees at each workstation.
So, what if he broke down the complex commands into simple ones and had the zombies perform them separately?
Take the task at hand, for example!
If one zombie couldn't complete the command to take goods from the shelf and then bring them out, what if it was only responsible for the first part?
"Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth!"
"Just do it!"
Zhang Ye didn't say another word and immediately issued new instructions to the two working zombies on his staff roster.
003 was only responsible for taking items from the shelf.
004, on the other hand, was to carry out all the things that were swept onto the floor.
"If 004 succeeds in bringing out the food, then it would prove that my idea is correct."
"The good days are coming!"
Zhang Ye suppressed his excitement and watched the glass door intently.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Three minutes.
Five minutes passed quickly.
Finally, 004 managed to push past the few wandering zombies at the entrance and staggered out.
In its arms, it held a large pile of colorful snacks.
[Task: Establish an assembly line, completed.]
[Employee count limit +10.]
Zhang Ye's eyes moistened instantly.
It was a success.
At last, he had succeeded.
The happy days were coming.
Snacks kept falling out of 004's embrace onto the ground.
By the time the big-headed doll finally made it to Zhang Ye, all that was left in its arms was a bag of chips, squashed flat.
Zhang Ye's face darkened instantly.
Stay calm.
He had to remain calm.
Regardless, it had managed to bring something out.
And given its physical condition, just making it to his side without tripping over was already pretty impressive.
It's just that this production line still needed some improvement.
He needed more zombies.
The color of the sky quickly darkened.
On the empty road, there were unexpectedly a few figures moving.
They hunched their bodies, constantly crossing from one side of the road to the other, each "person" seemed to be carrying something on their back.
Zhang Ye sat on the staircase, looking very satisfied with the figures entering through the door.
These were the strong... employees he had newly captured.
The buckets on their backs were taken from the supermarket.
Tape was wound around them, binding the two firmly together.
This way, the contents would no longer fall out due to their shaky movements while walking.
As they entered, the two zombies guarding the door began to unload.
They directly dumped the contents of the buckets onto the ground.
After they finished, the zombies carrying the buckets would go back inside the supermarket to fill up again.
Zhang Ye called these zombies responsible for transport "drivers," and those in charge of loading and unloading were dubbed "loaders" and "unloaders."
The ones responsible for loading in the supermarket were the very first joiners, 003 and 004.
The entire process was clearly divided.
It completely fit the basic requirements of modern industrial production.
It was none other than the assembly line work once scorned by the masses of laborers.
Even "security guards" were assigned to maintain order, two of them placed at the entrance of Zhang Ye's home and the supermarket.
Whenever a zombie passed by, they would push it to tumble over.
Even a dog would not escape a kick.