"It's my first time visiting Brother Zhang here, so we specially prepared some gifts, a small token of our intention, please accept them with a smile."

Wang Xingui walked to the car, opened the trunk, inside were three bags of flour, half a pig, and a big bundle of vermicelli, simple yet sincere.

"Wow, Village Chief Wang is making us cook pork stewed with vermicelli, haha!" Jia Shiqin saw the scene and secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Luckily, having just finished a meal, Zheng Xinyu didn't feel tempted. She smiled and nodded, saying, "Let's leave these here for now. When Brother Su comes back, he can decide. Please follow me inside and have a seat."

"On the way here, I saw large burnt patches in the fields below. I wonder what happened?"

In the Wangshan Inn restaurant, the guests and hosts took their seats, and Wang Xingui curiously asked.

Yuwen adjusted his glasses and smiled, "Some zombie bodies, no time to bury them, just burned them directly."

"Don't you burn them?"

Zheng Xinyu noticed Wang Xingui looked a bit surprised, so she asked.

Wang Xingui shook his head, "Never burned them. There's an abandoned quarry next to the village. Since the disaster erupted, they've been thrown into it. Wow... it's warm here, do you also have the heating on?"

"It's zero degrees at night, how can we manage without heating..."

Casually chatting, they drank two pots of tea, and about half an hour later, Zhang Su pushed the door into the restaurant, bringing in a cold breeze.

"Haha, Guizi, been waiting long?"

Zhang Su tossed the rifle off his shoulder and threw his gloves onto the table with a smack.

"Not long, haha, Brother Zhang, the tea here smells so good. I've never smelled such fragrant tea before, not even in the past."

Wang Xingui and the others immediately stood up.

The young man named Xiaobo, though looking fierce, wasn't very courageous. Zhang Su's slaughter in Beidong Town left him with a huge psychological shadow, and his subconscious shout of "King Yama" led the folks from United Village to start using this elegant nickname for Zhang Su.

Zheng Xinyu and the others rose, saying, "Brother Su, we'll help move the stuff."

"Yeah, you guys work!" Zhang Su smiled, then looked at Wang Xingui and his companions, pointing at the chairs, "Sit, all sit down. Smells good, huh? Since you've given me over a hundred pounds of flour and half a pig, I must give you something in return. You can take a can back to enjoy slowly."

Tea is definitely a high-end luxury nowadays, going above tobacco and alcohol. There aren't many survivor camps that have the time to sit down and savor tea!

"Haha, you're too kind, I'll do as Brother Zhang says, hehe."

Wang Xingui rubbed his hands, then changed his expression as he sat down and said, "Brother Zhang, how are we going to handle the Cyan Dragon Corps situation?"

Zhang Su liked the straightforwardness of jumping right to the point. He squeezed his palms, ready to pour water and take a sip, and when Wang Xingui saw this, he swiftly got up and poured him a cup, showing considerable perceptiveness.

"After I left you yesterday, I went over to West Camp Village. Do you know what Ma Changshou's attitude was?"

"Ma Changshou? He's the one in charge at West Camp Village, right? What's his attitude? They don't want to hand over food either?"

Wang Xingui looked hopeful; having more companions during these times with strength in numbers was always a good thing.

Zhang Su smiled, drank his cup in one gulp, and glanced at the two beside Wang Xingui.

"This is my uncle, my father's third brother, Wang Longzhong. This one... Xiaobo, go out and see if there's somewhere you can help, be alert, don't stir trouble!"

Wang Xingui considered Xiaobo unreliable, so he decided not to let him listen to any secrets, fearing he might accidentally spill them.

"Oh, sure!"

Zhai Xiaobo was sulking, bored in the restaurant and eager to go out for a walk, so he happily trotted off.

Once only three remained in the restaurant, Zhang Su pulled out a pack of cigarettes, handing one each to Wang Longzhong and Wang Xingui, speaking earnestly, "Guizi, to be honest, how is your influence in United Village? In simpler terms, do you have the capacity to rally support?"

Wang Xingui accepted the cigarette without putting it in his mouth, frowned, exchanged a glance with his uncle, and after about ten seconds, he slowly shook his head, awkwardly saying, "Brother Zhang, truth be told, there are two or three troublemakers who don't really respect me."

"Guizi, are you talking about those three from Liangba Village?" Wang Longzhong chimed in.

Wang Xingui nodded, helplessly shrugging at Zhang Su.

Zhang Su lit a cigarette and took a drag. Everyone in United Village except those rescued from Beita Camp knew Wang Xingui was his appointed spokesperson. Those three weren't disrespecting Wang Xingui but rather him!

However, there could be a possibility that Wang Xingui was lying, perhaps intending to use him to eliminate dissent. This matter would be verified later!

"West Camp Village neither resisted nor chose to hand over food. Instead, they directly joined the Cyan Dragon Corps, leaving just you and us in the area!"

Zhang Su slowly said.

"What?"

Wang Xingui and Wang Longzhong's faces changed; West Camp Village's move was unexpected.

"Brother Zhang, this... West Camp Village really joined them? Damn, this is... this is too... what should we do?"

Wang Xingui became instantly flustered.

Zhang Su observed the changing expressions on their faces and said after a while, "What's wrong with joining? Joining the Cyan Dragon Corps is a wise choice. They have abundant weapons, and fighting them is impractical. Either submit, join, or flee... Where can one escape to at this point?"

Facing Zhang Su's words, the Wang family uncle and nephew looked at each other in silence for a long time.

"Brother Zhang, you're not planning on joining the Cyan Dragon Corps too, are you?"

Wang Xingui asked, furrowing his brows.

Zhang Su took a sip of tea, raised his eyebrows lightly, and said, "Haven't you thought about joining the Cyan Dragon Corps?"

"No!" Wang Xingui decisively waved his hand, saying, "Only a few people in the village want to join the Cyan Dragon Corps. The others want to live in the village. We can plant the fields, raise pigs, and zombies won't appear out of nowhere. Surely there will be fewer of them over time. Why join that damn corps? No way!"

Zhang Su looked at Wang Xingui in surprise, sensing from their expressions that they weren't lying, his mind flickered, and he used the Insight Label on Wang Xingui's head, revealing three bubbles.

[Fantasist][Laziness][Lack of Ambition]

...

After seeing this, Zhang Su was dumbfounded; it was a pure waste of opportunity. With Wang Xingui's character and ability, he couldn't possibly become an excellent manager. It's no wonder some people in the village defy him!

Then, he thought, it wasn't a total waste, for using Insight Label once to thoroughly understand a person was still worthwhile!

Zhang Su was curious. Given Wang Xingui's abilities, even if he became a manager, it would be difficult to manage the village affairs well. Why had nothing happened for so long?

So Zhang Su turned to Wang Longzhong and used Insight Label on him, resulting in three bubbles that made him slap his thigh!

[Tongue as Flexible as a Reed][Daring to Think and Act][Adaptable]