"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 become so unreasonable?
"You just clearly..."
The young man wanted to argue further, but when he saw Song Zhi's cold eyes, his voice became lower and lower, and finally he was silent.
"I'll say it again, you all, leave here now. If you're late, don't blame me for being rude. It's just a few people dying 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 panic 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 they looked at each other in the crowd.
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 finish all the food in her supermarket. What’s wrong with giving us some? She is so stingy.
"Boss Song, why don't you take them in?"
When the two sides were deadlocked, a hotel guest who was watching the excitement suddenly stepped forward and spoke.
Song Zhi tilted his head and glanced at him, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
Did she hear it right? Was this person trying to persuade her to let these people stay?
Why?
The person who spoke was a middle-aged man wearing black-framed glasses. He had a refined and elegant face and looked very knowledgeable.
Even the tone of his voice has a sense of humility and gentlemanliness.
"Boss Song, you see, they are actually quite pitiful. You have a big family and a big business, why don't you help them?"
As soon as 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 dimming 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 for them this time, so they spoke with more confidence this time.
It 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 crowd of people gathered around.
A few people who came later didn't understand what was going on and asked the onlookers who arrived earlier.
"What's going on here? Why are they all kneeling down to Boss Song? Boss Song looks a little angry."
The man asked quietly.
The person being questioned 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 is he being morally blackmailed like this?"
The person who answered the question said this, feeling a little angry.
If he didn't know that Boss Song could easily handle all of 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?"
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