Security room, adjacent area.
Old Man Chu watched as Lam Pham cheerfully went off to the brokerage.
"Old Vuong, are you alright?"
Old Man Vuong glanced at him, "What do you understand? This apocalypse is desperate hell for anyone. Haven't you really listened carefully to what Lam Pham said about those strange zombies?"
"Huh?"
"Lam Pham said he saw zombies that run particularly fast, faster than other zombies. Also, Tran Hac mentioned seeing extremely large zombies, like little mountains. Do you know what this represents?"
"You mean the zombies are evolving, while we humans are still standing still."
"Correct. For any survivor, this will be a true catastrophe."
Old Man Chu was horrified. Humanity, at the top of the food chain, was facing its greatest disaster ever.
...
Tan Phong Brokerage.
"Boss, I'm here."
He knew the boss had already been chopped in half by him, thrown into a trash can, and sent to the landfill.
But this didn't affect him talking to the air.
This was someone else's brokerage; entering someone's shop, one must definitely show some manners.
Actually, he also wanted to have his own company.
Unfortunately... very poor.
"Boss, I want to work part-time at your brokerage. I feel I can definitely handle it. No salary needed, I'll just earn some commission, that's fine. Anyway, I don't plan to work fixed hours."
Lam Pham knew the boss would definitely agree.
Because...
The once-handsome boss had told him, anyone who can sell houses for me, I don't care who it is, I'll give them commission. Even if it's a pig, as long as it can sell a house, I'll buy it pig feed.
Those words sounded like there might be a slight issue.
But it also showed that the handsome boss never sweated the small stuff; as long as someone could make him money, he was willing to give a portion to them.
He knew selling houses wasn't simple.
For employees, what they feared most was the owner and the renter contacting each other directly, both wanting to save on the commission fee.
"Hmm, this kind of problem probably won't happen now. The owner is gone, full authority is given to the brokerage. My job is just to find clients."
He wasn't familiar with the brokerage profession; it seemed like one needed to be eloquent.
He casually looked around Tan Phong Brokerage.
He knew the handsome boss had a slightly older girlfriend. The boss's girlfriend was especially good to him; the shop belonged to her family, the decoration was done by her family, even the desks, chairs, and computers in the shop were handled by her family.
He remembered the handsome boss saying once, 'From head to toe, it seems like there isn't a single thing I bought myself, but I don't feel there's any problem. My girlfriend loves me, these are all very normal things.'
At this moment.
Lam Pham gathered the brokerage's housing information.
This information was recorded on the computers, and also printed on forms when advertising rentals, convenient for quick review.
"Duong Quang Residential Area actually has so many houses advertised for rent?"
He looked very carefully.
Previously, he didn't know the vacancy situation.
He felt that the number of people living in the residential area shouldn't be small.
He didn't expect there to be so many empty houses.
"So there were actually so few people living here, I thought there were many," Lam Pham understood.
Immediately after.
He saw another form.
" Duong Quang Residential Area Bad Reviews Reduction Quantity and Content "
Nowadays, many renters search online, so naturally, there are tenant review contents. This content can easily affect the rental situation.
Therefore, brokerages would find ways to delete comments.
He flipped through it.
1: Not even dogs would live here, old and dilapidated community, the elevator is always broken. I bought a bicycle and left it downstairs, the next day it was stolen. The Property Management is no different from being blind, they don't manage or care. The most f*cking outrageous thing is, when I moved out, the Property Management was riding my bicycle around the community. 2: Whoever lives here is stupid, the environment is dilapidated, Property Management doesn't clear garbage, the trash bins can be full for days. 3: There are perverts in the community, small [calling] cards are everywhere, and damn it, they really make calls late at night. Extremely bad. ... 100: ...
Looking at these comments, Lam Pham's mouth opened slightly, looking a bit stunned.
"Is Duong Quang Residential Area really that bad?"
He expressed skepticism about this.
He knew about some situations. The elevator always being broken was quite normal; after all, it was an old community, the elevator had been around for a while. Sometimes when it broke, it stopped for several days. Property Management said they needed to purchase parts, which required some time.
If the elevator were replaced, the owners would need to pay out of their own pockets.
As for the trash bins always not being cleared, he had also asked Property Management. They said the cleaning auntie was sick, recuperating at home, and would clean when she felt better.
Those yellow small cards, he hadn't paid much attention to them; after all, he wasn't interested in that stuff. Even if he saw them, he treated them as unseen.
Of course, he had indeed heard the calls late at night.
But in his heart, that was most likely a couple with a good relationship. Busy with work during the day, at night responding to the nation's call, diligently trying to make a baby. Making a baby requires investment, perfect coordination of spirit, energy, and essence. If it lacked a bit, it wouldn't be perfect.
He continued reading other comments; many were true, some he couldn't quite agree with.
"If we look at it based on this situation, the appeal of my Duong Quang Residential Area isn't very high."
"Right, that was before. Now Duong Quang Residential Area has been reborn, starting from the apocalypse."
He thought about the recent changes in the residential area.
The community is our home, protecting it depends on everyone.
He could help clean the trash bins.
He was the community's security guard, able to ensure the community's safety very well.
After all, his salary as a security guard was a high wage of five thousand per month.
Duong Quang Residential Area was an old community, not a high-end luxury one. Having such a salary was really quite good.
He definitely had to give two hundred percent work attitude.
Inside the brokerage.
Only the sound of Lam Pham reading through materials could be heard. He organized the apartment types needing rent in Duong Quang Residential Area, needing to remember the area of each type, number of rooms, price, etc.
"Boss, rest assured, I will absolutely do a good job." Lam Pham left with the materials.
Children's clothing store.
This clothing store was located next to the community entrance, selling clothes for children aged 0-8.
He was the community's security guard.
But since there was nothing happening in the community now, he could certainly take on part-time work. After all, it was just around the community; if something happened, he could run back immediately to handle it.
"So dirty."
The floor inside the shop was very dirty, with various clothes scattered around.
Looking at the situation inside the shop.
Messy, with congealed bloodstains.
"I remember the owner of this clothing store was a woman, looked quite average, divorced with a child, raising a younger boyfriend."
He muttered to himself.
Based on this situation.
The owner was very likely bitten to death by zombies, then turned into a zombie.
"Owner-lady, where are you?"
He called out softly.
No answer.
It seemed the Owner-lady who turned into a zombie might have wandered elsewhere with her little boyfriend.
"Let me help you clean up the place. Forget the money, I'll just use the clothes as the cleaning fee, is that okay?"
Usually, no refusal implies agreement.
He felt that his days were very fulfilling today, which gave him a sense of happiness.
A worker's happiness is simple: having work, earning money, that is happiness.
Prepared a bucket of water, mop, broom.
Start work, start work.
On the quiet street, inside the deserted shop, such a figure was busily working hard. The surrounding environment couldn't affect him in any way.
Even if zombies appeared, at most it would be a face-to-face greeting.
Time passed quickly, the cleaning of the clothing store was nearing completion. Growls came from far to near, seeming to have reached the entrance. Bent over, butt sticking up, Lam Pham seemed to hear movement at the door.
"Owner-lady?"
From her current appearance, recognizing her wasn't that simple. But he looked towards the Owner-lady's chest. He heard from others that the Owner-lady supposedly had a G-cup. Even without seeing the face, seeing that place, one could recognize her.
At this moment, Lam Pham could be one hundred percent certain.
The one before him was the Owner-lady.
He revealed a smile.
Waved his hand.
"Owner-lady, hello, I've cleaned up for you."
Roar!
The Owner-lady roared softly. Once expensive clothes were stained with blood, their original colors unrecognizable. Her long, draped hair was contaminated with sticky unknown flesh, possibly intestines. She charged ferociously, wanting to tear the prey before her into pieces.
Lam Pham stood rooted to the spot without moving, suddenly lifted his leg, executed a spinning kick. Bang! A dull explosion echoed. The Owner-lady flew straight out. The power of this kick was terrifying to the extreme.
He didn't want to draw his sword and slash; if black blood stained the ground red, his previous efforts would be wasted.
The kicked Owner-lady fell to the ground motionless.
Clearly, zombies needed their heads smashed to be killed, but under his current strength, even just being kicked was fatal.
How did the Owner-lady come back?
He pondered.
Couldn't figure it out. Fine, better not think about it.
Perhaps even after turning into a zombie, she still wanted to return to her shop, to see the situation inside.