The most ruthless person in the apocalypse

Chapter 529 Royal Blacksmith
"Fruit man, you'd better tell the truth."

Zheng Xinyu didn't have a very good impression of Zhang Xin. She didn't believe him, put her hands on her hips, and questioned him fiercely. If the subordinates did something out of line, it would likely cause the leader to suffer a loss of honor in the end. She was protecting Zhang Su's image.

"I really didn't rob him. I was a small leader after all, and I had some food in my pocket... I saw that this knife was very similar to the one used by Brother Su, so I discussed it with that person and exchanged it. This is all true, and many people saw it at the time!"

Zhang Xin's hurried explanation made people feel guilty.

"He certainly didn't rob me, I can prove that. Well... it can be considered a forced exchange."

Tan Huajun appeared in the aisle and spoke for Zhang Xin. She witnessed the whole process with her own eyes.

"It's a forced change... that means the other party is not really willing to do it. You are so amazing!"

Zhang Su glared at Zhang Xin and said sternly, "As a leader, you should set an example and not do such embarrassing things in the future! You should pay attention to the basic impact and don't let this trend spread."

"I know, I know, I'll remember it."

Zhang Xin smiled along, as if he had been pardoned.

Zhang Su did not pursue the matter further. He knew that if the water was too clear, there would be no fish. Moreover, in the current environment, it was enough. He stretched out his hand to Zhang Xin and said, "Give me the knife. It looks very similar!"

"Here, here..." Zhang Xin quickly handed it over with both hands.

Zhang Su took the saber from Zhang Xin, looked at it, heard a "hiss" sound, frowned, then reached for his waist, only to find it was empty.

"What are you touching without a belt? Wait for me to get it for you!"

Zheng Xinyu took the scabbard off the tactical belt at the head of the bed and handed it to Zhang Su.

Comparing the two knives together, they are like twins, except for the different degrees of wear.

"Brother, this..."

Zhao Dezhu came forward. He also had a dog-legged saber. He pulled it out and put it closer for comparison. Triplets!
The details are almost the same. In terms of wear and tear, the one Zhang Xin exchanged for is the most serious. The only thing missing is Zhang Su's unique "Z"-shaped lightning-engraved logo.

"Brother Su, didn't you say that this saber was made by a master craftsman? This... is an assembly line product, right? Did you order it online and then ask someone to print a stamp on it?"

Lu Yubo said with a weird expression, he really wanted one at that time, but unfortunately he lost to Zhao Dezhu when the military sabers were divided, and he didn't get it. He has been brooding over it ever since, and now he wants one too. Even if it is an assembly line product, it is a very high-end assembly line!
"Bullshit!"

Zhang Su glanced at Lu Yubo and looked at Zhang Xin: "Is this knife really that person's?"

"Yes." Zhang Xin nodded, then shook his head: "But I'm not sure how he got here. Maybe he picked it up along the way. That old man doesn't look like someone who deals with high-end knives."

"This thing isn't that easy to pick up... Is that person's last name Ding?"

Zhang Su looked over Zhang Xin's knife and was certain that it was made by the same craftsman as his sword. But the problem was that he had never sold these knives!
"Oh..." Zhang Xin was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly: "It seems so."

"You... you only know how to bully others, right? How can you be in charge of the review work?"

Zhang Su was very dissatisfied with this. Stealing things or forcibly exchanging things were all fine. Those behaviors were nothing. The work of examining strangers must not be perfunctory!

"That uncle's surname is Ding, I remember."

Zheng Xinyu raised her hand as if answering the teacher's question.

"Ding ding ding, that's right, I remember it too, his name is Ding Guoyong, yes, Ding Guoyong!"

Zhang Xin was sweating on his forehead, and what made him sweat even more was the voice that came from behind him.

"Your name is Ding Guoyong, damn, why do I remember his name is Ding Yongguo, you are stupid!"

Wu Baokang didn't know when he got closer and glanced at Zhang Xin helplessly. To be honest, even if you have a good relationship with the King of Hell, don't ruin it like this!

"Cao, it really is Old Ding, haha!"

When Zhang Su heard Zhang Xin call Ding Guoyong the wrong name, he already had the answer in his mind. A smile appeared on his face, and some past events came to his mind. He said, "Let's go, take me to find Old Ding."

"No, no, I can just call him up. How can a leader condescend to look for an ordinary member..."

"That's called condescending. There's a "yu" next to the word "yi shi" in "yi shi". What does it mean to condescend?"

Zhang Su put on his tactical belt while complaining.

"Oh, it's already like this. It's too late to learn culture now, haha." Zhang Xin smiled awkwardly.

"That's not necessarily true. The continuation of human civilization will depend on us. Are you still going to sell fruit in the future? Maybe you will be a teacher and teach children to read and write."

Zhang Su smiled playfully, and then the group walked downstairs. On the way, they ran into Liu Yao and Yang Xinqi who were there to notify people to attend a meeting, so a large group of people walked downstairs.

After walking out of the safety passage, Zhang Su looked up and saw two disheveled figures, one old and one young, sitting and dozing off against the door of a shop in the distance.

When we first arrived here, we had no place to live, and it would take some time to wait for the assignment, so it would be nice to have a safe place to take a nap. What's more, it was warm here, and the two of us leaned against the wall and fell asleep in no time.

When people walking around saw Zhang Su and his group suddenly appear, they hurriedly greeted them respectfully.

"Good morning, Chief Zhang. You haven't eaten yet, right? I've already started cooking."

"Good morning, Brother Zhang, you got up so early!"

"Captain Zhang is very busy. Thank you for your hard work."

The compliments kept coming in an endless stream. Zhang Su was their savior, and their respect for him came from the bottom of their hearts, which was completely different from the perfunctory attitude they had shown towards Liao Youzhi.

Ding Yongguo dozed off with his arms folded. When he heard a lot of noise, his eyelids twitched. He looked towards the source of the sound and found a group of people gathered there. He was just beginning to doze off when someone beside him pulled him up and spoke in a serious tone.

"Hurry up and get up, the leader is here. You are new here, right? At least go over and make yourself familiar with the boss. If the Yama Army hadn't rushed back yesterday, we would have been pushed out. How could you stay in such a comfortable place? Hurry up and wake up that guy, he is still fucking sleeping!"

"Ah? Chief... Oh, I see, I see. Ziwen, wake up, Ziwen..."

When Ding Yongguo heard that the leader was coming, he woke up instantly and pulled the boy named Ziwen beside him. However, Zheng Ziwen was too sleepy. Although he woke up, he was still in a daze.

"Hey, uncle, I finally found a place to sleep, stop making trouble, what's the matter!?"

Zheng Ziwen was very dissatisfied when he was forcibly awakened from his dream. He twisted his arms and frowned, and was in a bad mood when he got up.

"Haha, Lao Ding!"

At this moment, a surprised voice sounded. Zhang Su had already come closer. Seeing the familiar yet unfamiliar face, he felt mixed emotions.

The last time he saw Ding Yongguo was in August. He clearly remembered Ding Yongguo's condition at that time. His face was ruddy and he was in high spirits. He was dancing with a blacksmith's hammer in his hand vigorously, clanging and forging non-stop. Now...

Not only had he lost at least 20 pounds, his rosy and plump face was now covered with wrinkles, his face was dusty and dirty, his clothes were tattered, and the word "embarrassed" was not enough to describe him. The shoes on his feet were in a shabby state, and Hong Qigong wanted to give him the dog-beating stick when he saw him.

Hearing the familiar voice, Ding Yongguo was stunned for a moment, and looked at the newcomer with doubt in his eyes, his eyes widened, and then narrowed: "Zhang, Xiao Zhang, Boss Zhang?"

"How dare you talk like that? This is our leader, Chief Zhang, or Big Brother Zhang!"

When people nearby heard the ragged middle-aged man calling his savior "Xiao Zhang, Boss Zhang", they thought it was outrageous and immediately corrected him.

"You, you... I, Chief Zhang, oh, I didn't expect that you are the leader here? Oh my god, haha... Awesome, so awesome!"

Ding Yongguo was stunned for a moment, then quickly changed his attitude. At the same time, a warm feeling surged in his heart. He didn't expect to meet an acquaintance here, and an acquaintance in a high position and power. He didn't expect that the other party would take the initiative to greet him. It was an unexpected and pleasant surprise.

He stood there at a loss, not knowing whether to approach and try to get close or to be respectful. He heard that the Alliance of Survivors was a thing of the past, and now this place had become the territory of Tianma Island, including the Four Tigers of North City, all of which belonged to Tianma Island. The man in front of him was the leader of Tianma Island, and the leader of the entire northern forces of Qincheng, a real big shot!

"When old friends meet, there's no need to be so formal. Lao Ding, come and meet my brothers."

Zhang Su walked forward, pinched Lao Ding's sturdy shoulders, then looked at his companions and said, "I solemnly introduce this skinny uncle to you all. He was my former blacksmith. The swords, guns, sticks and clubs I sell are basically from Lao Ding's blacksmith shop. We have been dealing with each other for... almost seven or eight years!"

It was not until this moment that the mystery in everyone's mind was solved and a look of enlightenment appeared on their faces.

Lu Yubo pointed at Ding Yongguo with a strange expression on his face, and said with trembling fingers: "You, you, you, it turns out to be you, you knocked out those iron knives?"

As one of the consumers of iron knife and also a victim, Lu Yubo was very angry when he saw the unscrupulous merchants!

Ding Yongguo scratched his messy head with his calloused hands and laughed dryly, "Those... no, the iron blades you mentioned are definitely not made by me. They are all assembly line products. Sorry... my little brother, the weapons I forge are definitely fine products."

"Haha, Lao Ding, ignore him. When those hooligans fight, of course they can only use those unsharpened toys. Otherwise, every one of them will be sent to prison, and maybe you and I will have to eat the leftovers. Let's not talk about that... I'm so glad to see you're still alive!"

Zhang Su was very happy to see Ding Yongguo. In this world, there were very few people who shared common memories with him before the disaster. Zheng Xinyu had known him for less than a year, Wu Lue and Zhao Xue for longer, about two years, and the old blacksmith in front of him had known him for seven or eight years.

During the years they had been dealing with each other, the two would get together every one or two months, either Zhang Su would ask Lao Ding to place an order for some weapons, or they would go fishing together, or they would eat and drink at a farm house.

A few years ago, Zhang Su used Ding Yongguo's connections to trade in a batch of local specialties. It wasn't a lot, but both of them made around 30,000 to 40,000 yuan. They were good friends with each other.

After a brief introduction, the people from the Yama Corps politely shook hands with Ding Yongguo. Everyone knew that such a skilled master would definitely be valued, and he and Zhang Su were close friends regardless of age difference, so there was no need to say more about his future status in the camp.

However, the young man next to Ding Yongguo had been forgotten by everyone. Ding Yongguo was so busy dealing with the situation that he forgot to introduce him until Zhang Su mentioned...

"Old Ding, who is this young man?"

Zhang Su looked at the young man who turned his head away and didn't look at everyone. He looked very individual.

"Oh, you see, I forgot. Ziwen, come and say hello to everyone!"

Ding Yongguo hurriedly greeted Zheng Ziwen.

"Hello."

Zheng Ziwen turned around, nodded very curtly, and then turned his head again, leaving the back of his head facing everyone.

Snapped!
"What an attitude! Speak properly!"

Ding Yongguo felt that his nephews were just talking nonsense, so he slapped them on the head and criticized them very seriously.

The scene instantly fell silent. The youngster's attitude was indeed inappropriate, and there was nothing wrong with the elder's teaching.

Zheng Ziwen pursed his lips, hummed in his throat, turned his head and bowed in the direction of Zhang Su, "Hello, Chief, hello everyone!"

He probably felt like he was being taught a lesson and was embarrassed, so he stood up and turned his body away, muttering to himself.

No one else could hear it, but Zhang Su heard every word clearly.

"What kind of leader is this? He's only a few years older than you, so pretentious."

……

"Ho ho ho..."

Ding Yongguo smiled awkwardly and explained: "Chief Zhang..."

"You should call me Boss Zhang. I like this name."

Zhang Su patted Ding Yongguo's arm. This name represented the past and made him miss it, but it felt different when it came from Ma Changshou's mouth.

"Hey, okay, Boss Zhang, this is my nephew, Zheng Ziwen. Well, he just turned eighteen, so he's not very sensible."

Ding Yongguo kept smiling while introducing himself, but his smile was very stiff.

The people around him looked at the back of Zheng Ziwen's head and had only one thought: This nephew is really out of touch...

(Gelu: not understanding human nature, being rude and unreasonable.)
"Oh, nephew..."

Zhang Su took a look at Zheng Ziwen. He was thin and of medium height, about 1.745 meters. He probably hadn't had his hair cut since the disaster. His long, greasy hair had already hung down to his shoulders.

The stand-up collar leather jacket was in tatters, and part of the tattoo could be seen from the exposed part of the neck.

"A close nephew?"

Zhang Su asked thoughtfully.

Ding Yongguo looked at Zhang Su, smiled helplessly, and nodded, "Yes, he is my second sister's child, my nephew."

"Okay, well, Lao Ding, take Xiao Zhao and pack up. You two will come with me later. You must tell me what's been going on with you lately!"

Zhang Su patted Ding Yongguo on the shoulders with both hands, but did not blame Ding Yongguo for the young man's bad attitude. These were two different things.

An old friend with whom he could chat and a skilled master, these two points alone made him very happy, but there was another point that others did not know, and that was Ding Yongguo's fighting ability!
Others don't know that Zhang Su learned some of his knife skills from Ding Yongguo. According to Ding Yongguo, his ancestors had a famous knife master, so he can be considered a half-Kung Fu family. Although this is a joke, his skills are very solid, especially the basic moves are very comprehensive, which are perfect for practicing basic skills.

In other words, Ding Yongguo's fighting power is online, and Zhang Su welcomes such a survivor. The only flaw is that nephew looks like he is not loved at all. If it weren't for his reliable uncle Ding Yongguo, he would have died eight times!
"Fuck, this is so cool."

"That's not what it is."

"Rise to prominence is..."

The people watching the fun around all cast envious eyes at Ding Yongguo. It was such a great honor to be received and invited by the King of Hell himself, to go from being a survivor of distress to rising to heaven in one step!
Some older sisters watching from the third floor looked resentful. They said, "He's just a blacksmith. Why is he so popular? Can he sharpen iron rods?" I guarantee they'll be red and shiny!
Little did they know that the weapons made by Ding Yongguo had made great contributions to the Yama Legion. The one that killed the most zombies was naturally the dog-legged military knife on Zhang Su's waist. Countless zombies were saved by the blade, and a conservative estimate is that there are hundreds of them!
(End of this chapter)