Build a doomsday base, starting from the infinite supermarket.

"When did I say I promised you?"

Song Zhi looked at the young man in front of him indifferently, his voice cold.

Why didn’t I see before that these people would go so far?

"You just clearly..."

The young man wanted to argue something more, but when he saw Song Zhi's cold eyes, his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he was silent.

“I’ll say it again, you all, leave here now. If you leave later, don’t blame me for being rude. It’s just a few deaths in the apocalypse. It won’t have any impact.”

Song Zhi issued a final warning to those people. Her expression was serious and it was obvious that she was serious.

The survivors kneeling on the ground all had fear on their faces.

They were afraid of Yu Songzhi's current momentum and dared not disobey.

But if they leave here now, any zombie they meet on the road could take their lives.

They don’t want to die…

Their bodies were trembling, their brains were working rapidly, and people in the crowd looked at each other and communicated with each other.

Survivor 1: What should we do now? Should we just leave like this?

Survivor 2: I don’t know. What’s the difference between going out now and dying?

Survivor 3: Oh, this boss is so unkind. She can't even finish all the food in her supermarket. What's wrong with giving us some? She's so stingy.

"Boss Song, why don't you take them in?"

When the two sides were in a stalemate, a hotel guest who was watching the excitement suddenly stepped forward and spoke.

Song Zhi tilted his head and glanced at him, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Did she hear it right? Was this person advising her to let these people stay?

Why?

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man wearing black-framed glasses. He had a gentle and refined face and looked very knowledgeable.

Even the tone of his voice has a sense of being a gentleman.

"Boss Song, you see, they are actually quite pitiful. You have a big family and a big business, why don't you help them?"

The man with glasses said this.

The survivors kneeling on the ground felt like they had seen a life-saving straw.

The eyes that had been dimmed and the heart that felt hopeless were once again rekindled with hope.

"Boss Song, please, please give us a way to survive."

"We will definitely work like slaves to repay your kindness in the future."

The scene became lively again.

Perhaps it was because someone spoke up for them this time, so they felt more confident.

Now is the time in the morning when everyone goes out to buy food, and the flow of people is gradually increasing.

There was a lot of noise here, and soon a group of people gathered around.

A few people who arrived later didn't understand what was going on, so they asked the onlookers who had arrived earlier.

"What's going on here? Why are they all kneeling down to Boss Song? Boss Song looks like he's a little angry."

the man asked quietly.

The person being asked saw that the visitor was a friend he knew staying in the hotel, so he quietly pulled him aside and explained in a low voice.

"Alas, they all fled from the south. Boss Song was kind enough to treat them for free. After they recovered, they stayed and wanted Boss Song to give them some food for free."

"From what they said just now, they still want Boss Song to take them in. Boss Song is not a sucker, why should he be morally blackmailed like this?"

The man who answered the question said this, feeling a little angry.

If he didn't know that Boss Song could easily handle this, he really wanted to go up and throw all those people out.

It would also be good to improve your favorability in front of Boss Song.

"Oh, I see." The man who asked the question understood and nodded.

"Hey, that's not right, isn't that Brother Liu over there? Why is he standing over there too?"