Wasteland Border Inspector

Chapter 121 The Contractual System: The Last Thing of Stability!

Systems that are merely theoretical are often more valuable for reference the more they are developed in a grander direction.

Because listeners only need to extract the essence and discard the dross, and think about the special features of this system, they can extract measures with practical significance.

At the beginning, Cheng Ye deliberately slowed down his output speed, trying to make each sentence clear and easy to understand.

But the further I went on, the more smoothly and clearly my thoughts flowed, like a dredged riverbed.

One after another, wildly imaginative ideas came out, and the details about the division of areas, the balance of power, and the gradation of rewards and punishments seemed to have been stored in his mind for a long time, just waiting to be poured out at this moment.

Jiang Chuan stared down at the paper, his right hand gripping the pen so tightly it was almost a blur.

Half a step into the extraordinary realm, terrifying indeed!
The scratching sound of the pen tip across the paper was almost continuous, and it could actually keep up with the speed at which Cheng Ye started speaking, without missing even the details that were added on the spot.

I don’t know when.

Ding Yishan had already stood up completely from the recliner and quietly walked behind the office chair.

He didn't interrupt, but his gaze remained fixed on the hands-free communication device.

His sharp eyes seemed to pierce through the radio waves, trying to see the young man talking eloquently on the other end.

"This is my initial concept for the contract responsibility system."

Cheng Ye's voice was slightly breathless, as he was inevitably a little tired after a long period of intense thinking and output. "There may still be many shortcomings, and we need to continuously refine the rules based on the actual situation, but this requires more specific data on the migrants to improve."

After saying that, he squeezed the slightly hot defense communication device and glanced at the time.

Goodness, almost twenty-five minutes have passed without us even realizing it.

He suddenly felt a little guilty. Wouldn't his frantic outburst of opinions arouse suspicion at the checkpoint?

After all, its predecessor was a notorious good-for-nothing in the inner city, having never been exposed to any management knowledge.

Why did he suddenly seem to have a breakthrough after leaving the outer city, able to talk eloquently about construction planning and system design?

However, upon further reflection, Cheng Ye felt relieved.

Isn't his sudden increase in martial prowess even stranger than his knowledge of these things?

A man who was once powerless has transformed into a muscular giant capable of taking down advanced fusion beings in just three months.

Anyone who takes the time to investigate will discover just how terrifying the changes are.

However, none of these changes aroused suspicion from others, so the explanation of "knowing this knowledge" couldn't be better.

After all, to outsiders, he appears to be someone who loves reading and pondering.

The sheer number of books delivered to the ward is the best proof of that!

"Okay, Prosecutor Cheng, I have recorded everything you said and will immediately hand it over to the station chief for review. I will keep you informed as soon as there is any further news. Thank you for your support of the checkpoint's work and the development of Happiness City."

The twenty-odd sheets of white paper spread out on the table were filled with writing. The handwriting was slightly shaky from writing in such a hurry, but each word was clear.

Jiang Chuan put down his pen and blurted out a cliché without thinking.

These clichés flowed naturally from his lips; after all, having followed Ding Yishan for so many years, he had seen countless welcoming and sending-off scenes, and they had become second nature to him.

"Okay, please contact me if you have any further updates. Thank you."

Cheng Ye's voice came through the receiver, followed by the dial tone of the call being disconnected.

It was only after the last polite "Thank you for your trouble" that Jiang Chuan belatedly realized that he had just been facing Cheng Ye, not the fifth or fourth phase prosecutors at the checkpoint.

"grown ups."

"Move aside, let me see."

Ding Yishan frowned, plopped down in his office chair, grabbed the record sheets on the table, and started flipping through them from the first one.

He instinctively reached for a pen to mark it, but only realized it was the original manuscript as his hand touched it, and quickly withdrew it.

"Go and make ten or fifty copies of all of these!"

Ding Yishan's voice was somewhat urgent, "Hurry up, make a copy and bring it up to me."

"Yes!"

Jiang Chuan felt a chill run down his spine; he hadn't seen Ding Yishan with such an expression in a long time.

I quickly left with the documents. Fortunately, there was a small photocopier on the first floor of the stationmaster's building, which was easy to use, and I quickly made a copy.

Ding Yishan took the still-scented photocopy and quickly began to mark and mark it with a pen.

That's just how people think.

Once activated, it will enter a wonderful state of "flow".

In this state, thinking speed may not be much faster than usual, but distracting thoughts will disappear completely, and it is no exaggeration to say that work efficiency will increase several times.

The pen tip glides across the paper, sometimes drawing a long line and marking a prominent key point afterward; this is the part that is basically feasible and crucial.

Sometimes it's circled in a large circle with a question mark next to it; this is something that needs further discussion and improvement.

Sometimes he would simply cross out the text with a pen and mark it with a misspelling.

Cheng Ye's knowledge was ultimately too limited, far less comprehensive than that of the station manager.

Therefore, about 30% of these plans are impractical and cannot be effectively implemented.

But the remaining 70% made Ding Yishan secretly marvel.

If we say that Jackie Chan focused all his talent on martial arts, personal charisma, and character.

Cheng Ye has focused all his talent on intelligence and business skills.

He is nothing like Jackie Chan.

Instead, he was connected with the first station chief of the checkpoint, Cheng Long's father, and Cheng Ye's grandfather.

Cheng Wu is the same kind of person!

Does this really prove the saying that talent is passed down from generation to generation?
"Contractual responsibility, contractual responsibility"

Half an hour passed.

Ding Yishan flipped through the twenty-odd sheets of paper with a rustling sound, the edges of which were frayed from his gripping.

Cheng Ye's proposed regional contracting system was like a seed that took root and sprouted in his mind, but something was missing, making the whole plan like a house without a foundation, unable to be fully implemented.

It's still missing something, it's missing a key element!
He stood up irritably and paced back and forth in the office.

The shoes made a dull creaking sound on the floor, a sound that pricked him like a thorn, making him increasingly agitated. He simply bent down, took off his shoes and socks, and tossed them into the corner, stepping barefoot onto the cold floor.

The old-fashioned wall clock ticked away, each tick like a blow to his nerves.

Ding Yishan suddenly turned around and punched the wall clock with his fist. It was a rare item that he had managed to find at the flea market, but now the glass cover shattered, the hands were crooked, and it was completely silent.

The collar of his shirt felt like a tight noose, making it hard for him to breathe.

He grabbed the collar and pulled hard, the sound of tearing fabric was particularly jarring in the quiet office, the shirt was ripped to pieces and thrown on the floor.

Even his pants were taken off, leaving him almost naked, with nothing to disturb him.

too painful.

The pain wasn't because the contract responsibility system was unworkable; quite the opposite, it was because the system was so easy to implement.

He even had a premonition that even if he, the checkpoint chief, had little "say," presented this plan at the conference tomorrow, the probability of it being approved on the spot would be over 90%.

But here's the problem.

The outer city was built by contracting out the entire project, but in the end, the checkpoints became complete clowns!
This system completely distributes power to the migrants, turning the checkpoints into mere tools throughout the process. They have to coordinate supplies and maintain order, but they don't get any benefits. Instead, they are burdened with inescapable responsibilities and endless troubles.

Is this reasonable?

If it were simply a matter of being a high-ranking official in Happiness City, Ding Yishan felt it was perfectly reasonable. Sacrificing a checkpoint to facilitate the expansion of the entire Happiness City was a worthwhile investment.

But as the head of the checkpoint, he had to consider not only the interests of the entire Happiness City, but also the survival of the checkpoint and the fate of the 150 inspectors.

etc.
What will become of the prosecutor?
In an instant, he whirled around, his gaze falling through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows onto the distant checkpoint. Boom.

An indescribable inspiration exploded in his mind, like thunder that had been dormant for a long time finally tearing through the clouds, followed by a torrential downpour that washed away all other thoughts.

"I understand!"

"I see!!!"

Ding Yishan rushed back behind the table, grabbed a sheet of white paper, picked up a pen, and began writing rapidly.

Those inspirations, those ingenious ideas, those thoughts, like a floodgate opened, all turned into actionable plans on paper.

Why must migrants from outside the area be the main body of the contract system, and why should they be assigned to manage a specific area?
Why, why can't it be that the prosecutor is in charge of a specific area and selects migrant workers for development?
Are the inspectors at the Happiness City checkpoint weak?

Throughout the entire wasteland, it was a formidable force.

Everyone knows that this checkpoint is the first of its kind, and everyone knows that the inspectors here are highly respected and exceptionally capable.

If that's the case, why not let the inspectors step out of the small world of checkpoints and buffer zones and take the initiative to assume responsibility and obligations in the outer city?

Wouldn't that put power firmly in the hands of the checkpoints?

In this way, wouldn't the checkpoints be able to legitimately profit from the construction of the outer city?

"My lord?"

Jiang Chuan, carrying a stack of newly photocopied documents, stopped abruptly at the office door.

My gaze swept across the room through the open door, and I was completely stunned.

The place was a complete mess, with broken glass and scraps of fabric scattered everywhere, as if it had been invaded by an infected creature.

Behind the desk, Ding Yishan, wearing only his underwear, with messy hair and ink smeared on his face, was writing and laughing like a madman, looking ferocious and terrifying.

Jiang Chuan's heart tightened, and he quickly threw the photocopy in his arms onto the cabinet next to him and ran over.

"Sir, why don't you take a break? The first group of migrants won't arrive until the morning after tomorrow. We still have a whole day tomorrow to think about and discuss these issues."

Jiang Chuan cautiously advised, his tone full of worry, "I think you're too tired. The Traveler's extraordinary abilities are quite strange; he might have even assimilated you."

"Traveler, traveler, how wonderful! Traveler, how marvelous!"

Ding Yishan seemed not to hear Jiang Chuan's words, still acting like a madman, muttering to himself.

He wrote the last line on the paper with a flourish, then suddenly looked up.

call.

With a deep breath, Ding Yishan leaned back and slumped in his office chair, a satisfied expression on his face.

So cool!

If this plan can be implemented, the checkpoint will have an unprecedented opportunity for development. Whether it can return to the status of the original checkpoint is hard to say, but it will definitely be ten or a hundred times better than its current status!
But these core ideas actually stemmed from a suggestion by a trainee prosecutor?
Ding Yishan was momentarily lost in thought, his eyes glazed over.

Jiang Chuan breathed a slight sigh of relief when he saw that he had stopped laughing wildly, but his gaze involuntarily shifted slightly and fell on the paper covered with writing.

At the very top, a line of large characters was written, the ink still wet, yet powerfully penetrating the paper.

[Several Opinions on the Prosecutor's Responsibility for Outer City Construction]

Prosecutor, all-inclusive?
open the door.

A faint shoveling sound came from the corner of the balcony; all the flowerpots had been moved there.

Wang Kang and Liu Yi were squatting there, one shoveling soil, the other carefully burying the seeds they had obtained into the ground. The light shone on their faces, making the room warm and cozy, giving it a peaceful and idyllic feel.

Luo Xiaoxue sat on the sofa, holding a book in her hands, seemingly reading, but her eyes were not really on the pages.

Hearing the door open, she and Wang Kang turned around at the same time, both with a smile on their faces.

But in Cheng Ye's eyes, that smile seemed somewhat forced, forming a stark contrast with the innocent and carefree expression on Liu Yi's face.

"Are you alright?" Luo Xiaoxue closed the book and asked first, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"A small matter might actually be an opportunity."

Cheng Ye winked. "Come on, let's eat. I'll teach you how to eat this good stuff."

The beef on the table had thawed, but Cheng Ye pretended nothing was wrong and pulled over the induction cooker to start boiling water.

Li Changfeng brought a variety of seasonings, and he picked out some to enhance the flavor and poured them into the water.

Soon, a faint aroma wafted from the pot.

Use a knife to slice the beef into thin slices and arrange them on a plate along the grain.

Once everything was ready, Liu Yi was still enthusiastically shoveling soil, and Wang Kang also sat down. However, neither of them had much of an appetite, and their eyes showed obvious worry.

Because Cheng Ye was talking quite loudly in the room, especially during the later, frantic output, they could vaguely hear a lot of it.

However, many things are afraid of not hearing clearly, and these fragmented pieces of information gradually outlined a vague pattern in their minds.

For example, some key words: 500,000, more than 500,000, infected, source of infection, large number of people, responsible.
This connection led to a terrifying thought in their minds.

Could it be that before winter has even arrived, a wave of infections numbering no less than 500,000 is already surging towards Happiness City?
Steam rose above the induction cooker, enveloping half the table.

The silence slowly rose like water in a pot.

Luo Xiaoxue was able to suppress her doubts, but Wang Kang finally couldn't hold back any longer and leaned forward to ask, "Brother Cheng, is an infection wave coming?"

"An infection surge?"

Cheng Ye was stunned for a moment, looking completely bewildered. "Where did you hear that news from?"

"Didn't you just say that in the room?" Wang Kang pointed to the bedroom, "Something about 500,000, infected people, and being unable to stop them."

"What did I just say?"

Cheng Ye was even more confused. After thinking about it carefully for a long time, he waved his hand with a wry smile and said, "What infection wave? Don't overthink it. It's about population. There are 500,000 people who are going to migrate here."

"What?"

This time, it was Luo Xiaoxue's turn to be speechless. Her chopsticks clattered against the rim of her bowl as she exclaimed in surprise:

"Five hundred thousand people?"

"Well, this is a long story, and I need to explain it to you. It all started last night."

It is indeed a long story.

Because no one could have imagined that he had gone to the City of Fire's Sanctuary last night, riding his winged vehicle around in the middle of the night, and when he visited the checkpoint, he happened to run into the people influenced by the Traveler.

When I returned this morning, I coincidentally found the same backpack at the checkpoint. Following the clues, I found the traveler's trail, which eventually led to this whole mess.

If this were told to others, probably no one would believe it.

Cheng Ye himself found it absurd, like a string of coincidences forcibly twisted together by fate.

But that's life. You never know whether an accident or tomorrow will come first, and you never know if there will be a turning point hidden in what seems like a troublesome situation.

Right now, the appearance of the traveler is not a disaster, but rather an opportunity for Happiness City.

Even though many people are a little uneasy, they can't escape it and can only face reality.

After quickly recounting the exciting events of last night, and then sharing the viewpoints I had just shared with Jiang Chuan, I finished speaking.

Seeing that the two were completely stunned and unable to recover for a long time, Cheng Ye smiled, picked up a few slices of beef and put them into the pot.

Steam rose before his eyes, carrying the subtle aroma of yakiniku (Japanese yakiniku) beef.

do not know why.

He had a vague premonition that these peaceful days would probably not last for a long time to come.

"I just hope that God will protect us from any other trouble besides the migrants!"

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