The most ruthless person in the apocalypse

Chapter 1213 is not so optimistic.
"Haha, program, Elder Zong is very powerful, it's normal that you can't beat him. He's not bullying you, he's just testing your combat skills. In addition, he can also teach you kung fu. Do you want to learn?"

Zhang Su said to the programmer with a smile.

"Uh? Mmm!"

The program suddenly stopped, tilted its long head to the side for a moment in thought, then turned around and nodded vigorously at Zhang Su, its meaning clear: it wanted to learn.

“Oh dear, young friend Zhang, this… I can’t teach just anyone. It transcends the Three Realms and is not within the Five Elements. Its physical structure is different from that of humans. Even if I wanted to teach it, I wouldn’t have time to figure it out.”

When Elder Zong heard this, he was stunned. Zhang Su's casual recruitment of an apprentice for him was going to cause him a lot of trouble.

"Elder Zong, you may not know this, but this body is exceptionally robust, with a very solid foundation. The one currently controlling this body is not the original consciousness. It used to be called 004, a modified zombie with terrifying combat power. I estimate that even if you and I joined forces, we would have a hard time contending with 004 at its peak!"

Zhang Su introduced the history of the battle body to Elder Zong.

"Oh?"

Elder Zong believed that Zhang Su would never speak nonsense, so he was greatly surprised by the high praise he received and asked in confusion, "Then how was it subdued?"

Zhang Su shrugged and said helplessly, "Other zombies become incredibly powerful after being burned, and then they die. This one was burned twice, its consciousness died, but its body was preserved in the end..."

"So that's how it is. The world is truly full of wonders."

Elder Zong stroked his beard, seemingly lost in thought.

"If it can learn your skills, it will definitely be quite powerful. You don't need to think about anything. Just give it some pointers as you taught me, and I'll record the rest for it to watch repeatedly."

Zhang Su came up with a simple solution for Elder Zong.

Elder Zong hesitated after hearing Zhang Su's words: "Your approach is certainly not wrong, but you see, its body structure is completely different from ours, so many of its moves will feel awkward to use. If you give me some time, I can modify it to suit its needs..."

Teaching according to aptitude, whether in culture or martial arts, is a very difficult thing, but it is not too difficult for Master Zong. It just depends on whether he is willing to put in the effort and time.

"Let the programmer figure out the optimization himself. The master can only lead you to the door, but the practice is up to you. This apprentice will definitely not let you down."

"Haha, alright, then I'll follow Young Friend Zhang's plan and take this strange disciple as my apprentice."

Elder Zong nodded, then beckoned to the program that was standing there in a daze: "Come on, play it again, let the old man give you some pointers."

It was clear that Elder Zong intended to teach the program some techniques in actual combat. Seeing how well they got along, Zhang Su took a stroll around the mountain stream and then returned to the camp.

Standing on the platform next to Wangshan B&B, you can see the satellite village below the mountain, a bustling scene with people all busy at work.

"Boss Zhang, with more and more people in our camp, the demand for cold weapons should also increase. How about we consider expanding this little blacksmith shop? I'll take one."

After tidying up the blacksmith shop, Ding Yongguo was about to go back to rest when he saw Zhang Su standing alone on a high vantage point. So he went up to him, offered him a cigarette, and started chatting.

Zhang Su took the cigarette from Ding Yongguo and lit it, saying, "Old Ding, you mean the large-scale production of cold weapons, right? It is indeed necessary. The combat personnel in the camp will see an explosive expansion."

The number of firearms is sufficient for coverage, but considering the security of the camp, it's impossible to equip new combat personnel with firearms.

There is now a consensus that firearms are mostly used to intimidate other humans, and that cold weapons are still needed to deal with zombies, as the consumption of firearms is too high.

"If you have an idea, then go for it. I'll take the lead. The camp now has nearly 10,000 people. Just pick three or five skilled people with basic skills, and we won't have to worry about weapons for ordinary combat personnel in the future. We can also make some tools and equipment along the way."

Ding Yongguo nodded as he spoke, completely agreeing with his own ideas.

The need for crafting cold weapons only arose on a large scale after the disaster; before that, his main business was tools and utensils. Zhang Su's lips curled slightly as he turned his head to look at Ding Yongguo through the smoke, his tone enigmatic: "Old Ding, I know you best. You don't do things without a profit. This aggressive expansion of the blacksmith shop must be something fishy. Tell me the truth!"

"Hey, what you're saying..."

Ding Yongguo rubbed his hands together, a relieved smile on his face, and said earnestly, "If I do more work, I can earn more supplies too. You know Ziwen, he's been dating Xiaojiao lately. As his uncle, I have to support the young couple's future life."

Zheng Ziwen can be said to be his closest blood relative in this world. He used to be angry at Zheng Ziwen for his lack of ambition and would scold him. Now that Zheng Ziwen is diligent and conscientious, and has even found a partner, he, as his uncle, is naturally happy.

Zhang Su stared at Ding Yongguo with a frozen expression and exclaimed, "Damn, Lao Ding, you've thought this far ahead!"

"Hehe, Tianma Island has been on the rise to glory under Boss Zhang's leadership, so I dare to think further ahead. As the saying goes, a marriage without material security is a mess. Ziwen is also making progress now, so I have to show my appreciation."

Ding Yongguo clenched his fists, as if to say, "I'm still young, I can still work hard!"

"Alright, you're a very responsible elder! This is a good point. The smelting and forging industries in the world have already reached a certain scale, and development in this area is essential."

"Then you'll be in charge of making the arrangements. Move the blacksmith shop, expand its scale. You can choose the location and staff yourself. If you need any help, just let Lao Yu know."

Everyday tools and defensive fortifications both require the support of blacksmith shops, and the current scale is definitely not enough. Once the workforce stabilizes, the demand will surge.

"Hello, excuse me, is Mr. Zhang here?"

As Zhang Su was chatting, a mature female voice, tinged with a hint of restraint, came from his walkie-talkie.

"Dr. Liu, right? I'm at the camp. You were looking for me?"

Zhang Su could tell that it was Liu Lingping speaking, probably using Yu Wen's walkie-talkie to call him.

"That's great, Mr. Zhang. I'm at Little Lucky. Do you have time to chat for a bit?"

"Okay, I'll be right there!"

Zhang Su guessed that the psychological evaluation of the Genesis prisoners of war had come to fruition. After replying, he patted Ding Yongguo on the shoulder and laughed, "Look at Minister Yu, he at least knows to find a partner. You're in your prime, don't just focus on Zheng Ziwen's happy life, think about your own affairs too!"

"Without women, it's lonely and quiet; with women, it's chaotic and noisy. Forget it, fine wine is more reliable than beautiful women. Let's go, then the matter of expanding the blacksmith shop is settled!"

"It's decided. Let's make it big, enough to cover half a town!"

Zhang Su reassured Ding Yongguo and stepped towards a small stroke of luck.

It only takes half a minute to walk there...

"Dr. Liu? Why are you waiting in the hospital? It's so cold. Come on, let's go upstairs and talk."

Zhang Su walked into the courtyard and saw Liu Lingping standing by the stone table, wearing a long down jacket. He wasn't afraid of the cold, but Liu Lingping wasn't; she was very weak. So he invited her upstairs.

"Hey, okay."

Liu Lingping nodded politely to Zhang Su, and then they went upstairs together.

Zhang Su opened the door and invited Liu Lingping into the room. He turned on the light and gestured towards the desk, "Sit wherever you like... It seems the test results are in. How were they? Were they all behaving themselves?"

Liu Lingping sat down at the desk, opened the folder, and said meaningfully, "Things may not be as optimistic as Mr. Zhang thinks."

(End of this chapter)