"Food. Hand over all your food, and only then can you leave here," Gan Xiong demanded aggressively.
Zhou Zhisheng's face changed dramatically upon hearing this, and he tugged hard at Liu Cunyi's sleeve.
Liu Cunyi wasn't stupid; he certainly wouldn't agree to such a condition.
So he spoke up, "Director Gan, then we won't leave."
"Huh???" Zhou Zhisheng was dumbfounded, looking at Liu Cunyi in disbelief.
This had never been discussed with him beforehand.
What the hell.....
Liu Cunyi was gambling, betting that Gan Xiong actually wanted them to leave.
Leaving their own factories and industries behind, as well as some leftover products in the factories.
For Liu Cunyi and his people, carrying these things was a heavy burden; moving them before Doomsday would have been easier, but in this apocalyptic world, taking so many things with them was unrealistic.
They only took most of the dried fruit products from the factory, leaving a small portion to placate Gan Xiong.
