Warhammer Survival Guide

Chapter 126 Merits and Demerits

"I know."

Morin rudely interrupted Rowe.

His massive frame leaned back in the chair, causing it to creak.

"I know you're working for the person above you, otherwise I wouldn't have said those things to you just now."

"I've heard that you've sorted out a lot of trouble, and even that difficult tax collector, Marquez, is looking at you differently now."

Morin's tone suddenly turned cold and hard.

"But, Lo Wei, there's something you need to understand."

"No matter what status the governor gives you, your file and official position are still with the Agricultural Administration."

"Your credit points salary is paid by us."

"Your food ration coupons were stamped by us."

"First and foremost, you are a fourth-level clerk in the Abundance No. 2 Agricultural Administration Bureau under the Imperial Ministry of the Interior, and only secondly are you that damn agricultural advisor."

Maureen picked up the stack of attendance cards and waved them in the air.

"You can't take a job from the Executive Yuan of Agriculture and not even fill out the most basic reports. That's the rule."

"Without rules, the empire will descend into chaos."

Lowe was all too familiar with this bureaucratic charade.

This is not just a matter of attendance.

This is his declaration of power, and also a way of demanding benefits.

Lowe made a significant contribution to the collection of tithes this time.

After the fall of the Fourth and Ninth Agricultural War Zones, the Eastern Granary under his jurisdiction bore at least 70% of the tithe tax share. According to normal procedures, his merits would have been enough to promote him from a fourth-level clerk to a third-level clerk.

If he had enough wealth to bribe and grease palms in various ways, it wouldn't be impossible for him to be promoted to a second-level clerk.

However, in a bureaucratic system, if a subordinate's achievements are too outstanding, it can make the superior appear incompetent.

Morin didn't want to see an uncontrollable subordinate climb over his head.

At this point, Lowe could have used the privileges granted by the governor to directly turn against him.

But this would completely strip him of the protective layer of the Agricultural Executive Yuan.

So he concealed the sharpness in his eyes and hunched his back slightly.

She perfectly portrayed a junior employee who had been caught red-handed.

"The section chief is right. The work at the grain warehouse is too chaotic, and I did neglect my duties, causing you trouble."

Seeing that Luo Wei had given in, Morin's tense face relaxed a little.

He opened the drawer and took out another document.

A draft commendation order, bearing the imperial double-headed eagle emblem.

"However, considering that you are also doing this for the tithe task of the Abundance No. 2, the Agricultural Executive Yuan is not a place that does not show human feelings."

Maureen pushed the documents in front of Rowe.

"The Seventh Agricultural District exceeded its target for this tithe task and successfully passed Lord Márquez's inspection."

"This is a major event, an honor for the entire Executive Yuan of Agriculture."

Morin paused, then said in a deep voice, "To protect you, and to prevent you from being taken away for investigation by the inspection department because of attendance issues, I've drafted a report for you."

Luo Wei glanced at the document.

The report was written in great detail.

Regarding how to allocate resources.

How to deal with tax officials.

How to solve logistics congestion.

However, Luo Wei's name was not listed in the "Principal Person in Charge" column.

But:

Mo Lin, Director of the Planning Division and concurrently Head of the Personnel Section, Agricultural Executive Yuan.

In the "Executive Personnel" section, Luo Wei's name is listed last, with the note:

Assist in implementation.

Morin explained slowly, "Love, you're still young. You've been in the limelight too much this time. If you take all the credit, the Oversight Department will keep a close eye on you."

"They will check your accounts, your procedures, and your 26 absences."

"Therefore, I will take the lead."

"As your direct supervisor, I bear the responsibility of leadership and coordination."

"In this way, your violation becomes a special case handled under the orders of your superiors."

"Merits and demerits cancel each other out."

Morin gave the final conclusion.

"Given your attendance issues, you will not be promoted this time."

"Your rank as a Level 4 Clerk will remain unchanged. However, the Executive Yuan will give you a verbal commendation."

As he spoke, Morin took three crumpled receipts out of the drawer and slapped them on the table.

"Here are three extra luncheon meat ration coupons. Consider it compensation for your hard work."

That's what a transaction is.

In exchange for a merit worthy of promotion, one can obtain three meat stamps and a "passing attendance" rating.

Any passionate young person would probably have slammed their fist on the table and stood up at that moment.

But Loewe did not do that.

If you reject Morin, then strive for a promotion.

His gains included a promotion and a salary increase.

The risk is that you will completely offend your direct supervisor and inevitably be targeted and retaliated against in the future.

More importantly, once promoted to a third or second-level clerk, his file will be sent to the star district capital for filing.

In this way, he came into the view of the empire's vast bureaucratic system.

He might be transferred away from the eastern grain depot and reassigned to fill out forms in other departments.

Of course, the more likely scenario is that they will leave Plenty II and be transferred to another planet!

However, if they accept Morin's conditions...

He was still that inconspicuous fourth-level clerk.

He could continue to hide behind the Executive Yuan of Agriculture, and no one would pay attention to what a lowly official was doing.

By taking credit for the work, Morin also took away the responsibility.

Although Lowe handled the problem of the deadly toxin in Grey Mule No. 1 very well.

However, Grey Mule I itself still contains trace amounts of toxins.

If the logistics officers in the Armageddon theater were to become curious about this batch of "high-energy military rations".

Severe diarrhea or high fever may result from illegally intercepting and consuming the contraband.

This led to the interruption of intelligence transmission and the loss of important combat opportunities.

Therefore, Mo Lin, as the "main person in charge", is the person primarily responsible.

Therefore, this is a perfect risk transfer problem.

Luo Wei looked up, his face showing an expression of overwhelming gratitude.

"Section Chief, you've been so kind to me."

Without hesitation, Lowe signed his name on the document.

"If it weren't for you covering for me, I probably would have been arrested by the Ministry of Supervision this time. You are my benefactor."

Luo Wei held up the three meat tickets with both hands and expressed his gratitude again: "Thank you, Section Chief, thank you for your guidance."

Morin looked at the signature on Luo Wei's hand and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He felt that the young man was very sensible and knew what he was doing.

"Alright, go back and rest." Morin waved his hand. "I'll arrange a shuttle to take you directly back to the eastern granary."

Remember, don't let me see a red cross on next month's attendance sheet.

"Yes, Section Chief."

Luo Wei respectfully left the office and gently closed the door behind him.

Eastern granary, supervisor's office.

Four o'clock in the morning.

His biological clock woke Lovi on time.

Even while he was asleep, his brain did not seem to completely stop working; it was still processing those background programs about numbers, quotas, and survival probabilities.

Luo Wei opened his eyes.

The old lumen lamp emitted a buzzing electrical sound.

A spasmodic spasm came from my stomach.

This is a physiological reaction caused by long-term consumption of low-quality synthetic coffee, as well as irregular eating habits under high stress.

Luo Wei sat up and stepped barefoot onto the cold cement floor.

The chill underfoot spread upwards along the soles of my feet, dispelling the lingering sleepiness.

He went to the sink and turned on the rusty faucet.

A noisy sound came from the pipe, followed by a stream of murky liquid with a rusty smell.

Luo Wei scooped up some cold water and vigorously scrubbed his face.

The person in the mirror was pale.

He had dark circles under his eyes.

There was no relief in his dark eyes after seeing off the Astartes and the tax collector, nor any sense of relief at surviving a disaster.

There was only an almost mechanical calmness left there.

Luo Wei dried his face, buttoned the top button of his shirt, and put on the gray overcoat that represented his status as a fourth-level clerk.

He walked to the desk.

A thick stack of parchment documents lay on the table.

There were also a few data boards that shimmered with a faint light.

That's the "Fourth Quarter Asset and Profit/Loss Statement of the Eastern Grain Depot of the Seventh Agricultural Theater".

as well as.

List of Spring Farming Supplies Needed in the First Quarter

For Rowe, the previous plague invasion, alien infiltration, and tithe audits were all high-stakes gambles that he had to win.

What he was about to face was a long, tedious, and zero-tolerance-for-error resource management battle.

Luo Wei picked up the half-empty cup of synthetic coffee from the corner of the table.

He brewed a cup of tea before bed after returning from the Executive Yuan of Agriculture, but before he could even drink it, he fell asleep.

At that moment, he tilted his head back and drank it down.

A bitter, burnt taste lingered in my mouth.

Luo Wei sat down, took out a red marker, and forcefully crossed out a line on the planting plan in front of him:

【Grey Mutant No. 1 Mutant Wheat】

This means that he has decided to stop planting Grey Mule No. 1.

This decision was not easy.

This crop boasts astonishing yields, heat output, and an extremely short growth cycle.

The successful completion of the tithe task this time was due to its remarkable calorific value, which offset 36 tons of low-grade wheat.

However, Loewe had to stop it.

Grey Mule-1 combines Terran biomass with Nurgle energy, making it a prominent energy source in the subspace field of view.

In wartime, such anomalies could be interpreted as "the aftermath of a subspace storm" or "special wartime measures."

But in peacetime.

In daily agricultural production.

Such unusual signals are likely to attract the attention of the court.

Lowe needs the eastern grain depot to return to normal.

In the blank space of the plan, Lowe wrote a new entry:

Terra Acid-Resistant Wheat - Type IV (Standard Military Version)

This is the standard crop in the Imperial agricultural world.

It has a moderate yield, strong disease resistance, and a growth cycle of three standard Terra months.

Lowe began to calculate.

"Target: Produce 300 million tons of standard grain in the first quarter."

Current situation: There is a shortage of 3500 workers (who have been recruited).

"The wear and tear rate of heavy agricultural machinery is 12%."

"Soil fertility is overdrawn by 35%."

"Variable: None".

According to conventional calculations, even if the next quarter has favorable weather, he can only complete 220 million tons.

There is still a shortfall of 80 tons.

If it cannot be completed, the court will not need to intervene.

Section Chief Morin would immediately push him out as a scapegoat.

"We must increase the yield per unit area to 120% of the theoretical limit."

Lowe wrote the number down in his notebook.

This means he needs more fertilizer and more meticulous management.

as well as----

They subjected laborers, serfs, and refugees to even more brutal exploitation and oppression!

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