"Rest assured, sir, there's absolutely no need to dip into the budget!"
Er Long laughed even more joyfully, as if he had completely stepped out of Zhang Can's shadow.
Seeing Cheng Ye slightly frown, he quickly explained, "It's like this, the people who used to live on Pedestrian Street were all infected, and they left behind... well, an inheritance, and quite a bit of it."
"Every house we pry open, we can basically find dozens or even hundreds of currency, enough to pay wages. There are also weapons and ammunition, those hard currencies, plus the steel, wood, and glass we salvaged have all been reused. Isn't the mall undergoing repairs these days? Many of the building materials were hauled from there, not a bit wasted."
"Additionally, we've come across some rare items, and I've put them aside for you, sir. Would you like to take a look?"
"Rare items?"
