After being forced to step down, the once-annoying nun eloped with me.

"...Hmph. You've gone too far."

Yang Hao planned to address both problems simultaneously—or at least propose solutions and the possibility of changing the status quo. This way, not only would the lower classes of Isgard like him, but Miss Margarita would also likely have a slightly better relationship with him out of consideration for the results.

After that, he can gradually win over Isgard to his side through his work... Although it's a bit far-fetched to turn Isgard into a vassal state or tributary state of the United Nations in two years, we should still try if there's hope, right?

Thinking of this, Yang Hao stretched. After Elena helped him sort the statistical data on the table, he leaned against Finn's unremarkable chest, which she was deliberately pressing against, and fell into deep thought while looking at the contents of the table.

To solve Ysgard's two fatal problems, there are only two things to do.

1. Forcibly open blocked upward mobility channels through violence and political means.

2. After integrating national education resources, distribute them as evenly as possible among cities and towns, so that the total amount of education resources between regions does not differ too much.

The first item requires the studio to bleed.

After all, anyone with a brain knows that those classes that have blocked the path to upward mobility will not give up their vested interests and will definitely react—if they are willing to listen and obediently give up the path, then it's a win-win situation for everyone.

If they are unwilling and instead intend to threaten you with their talent pool... then it will depend on Miss Margarita's political skills.

If Miss Margarita were to resolve the issue through violence, Isgard would experience localized turmoil amidst bloodshed, which would then, in a short period, provide a large influx of talent into the ranks of the "Presidential Faction," i.e., Margarita's direct subordinates. The cost would be a period of considerable turmoil.

If Miss Margarita intends to handle this in a slightly gentler way... then Issugard will peacefully welcome wave after wave of talented individuals—at the cost that a large number of troublesome forces will secretly emerge within Issugard.

Those forces may not seem like a threat now, but who knows what the future holds?

However, once the "ascension path" is opened, it will be a good thing for the students of Isgard—and it is only after the ascension path is opened that the issue of "educational resources" can be put on the agenda.

Yang Hao's pen slid rustling across the document, while Fen curiously rested her chin on Yang Hao's left shoulder as she watched.

Elena tilted her head and looked at Yang Hao's empty thighs. After convincing herself for a long time, she temporarily put aside the idea of ​​"should I sneak over and sit down now".

Just then, Yang Hao tapped his pen, dipped it in the slightly bluish ink from the ink bottle, and muttered to himself:

"As for education... although our country uses the 'national elite education' model, which is only feasible for countries with small populations and abundant resources... the 'exam-oriented education' I'm preparing for Isgard can still be fully observed and added to our database."

"what is that?"

"Simply put, it's about competition. It involves putting children from poor families, rich families, and powerful families together in a relatively fair environment to engage in involution, making them compete with each other, thereby giving everyone the most equal opportunity to rise in society."

Regarding the issue of educational resources, Yang Hao truly cannot achieve a complete balance of educational resources across Isgard.

After all, people strive for better opportunities, just as water flows downhill. Even the most dedicated teacher would surely hope for a better working environment.

In this context, big cities naturally attract teachers—Yang Hao cannot stop or change this centripetal force in people's hearts, but at least he can give poor people who were originally not qualified to receive education in big cities the means to go to school in big cities.

To achieve this goal, a government-led loan policy is essential. After all, very few poor people can afford to go to school on their own, let alone cover their living expenses in the city.

But not everyone can have this kind of money.

After all, competition is an objective fact.

For children from poor families to obtain this money, which could change their fate once they have access to upward mobility, they inevitably have to compete with their peers, or even with children from wealthier families who have better resources.

To ensure relative fairness, this loan is destined to be used only by top-performing students—while it may seem like a drop in the ocean for the vast impoverished population, it is enough as a new beginning for change, as a foundation.

"I'm not afraid of being poor my whole life, I'm afraid of never having any hope of getting out of this world..."

Government loans have given children from poor families tremendous hope, and it's a real hope—after all, given the population size, every year there will definitely be a few poor students who achieve good grades and receive this money to attend their desired universities...

Seeing or hearing about someone's success will inspire even the most disheartened person to give it a shot. Even if they don't achieve top rankings, once the first generation of new university graduates finds good jobs and returns home in glory, a crucial influx of talent will arrive for Isgard...

In that time, the poor will also have the possibility of becoming rich, and the rich will not necessarily be able to suppress the poor forever. Social mobility will begin to operate, and naturally, most of Miss Margarita's worries will be resolved.

The rest may require further calculations, assessments, and planning by other bureaucrats before a solution is found. But I think... as a foundation, it's sufficient for now that it's usable.

After ensuring [upward mobility], [state-funded educational resources], and [relatively equal] opportunities for competition.

Miss Margarita's first difficult question was pretty much over—after all, Yang Hao had only put forward a general plan, and how to apply this plan specifically within Isgard was still up to the Isgard bureaucrats to modify and judge.

Yang Hao couldn't possibly act like a doting father taking care of a baby's every need, even changing diapers by hand... After all, Isgard wasn't his child, and he really wouldn't go to such lengths.

Even so, Fen felt that Yang Hao was "meddling too much."

Because his proposed plan, barring unforeseen circumstances, will become a relatively stable educational foundation for Isgard for the next few centuries. Under such circumstances, Isgard will not only experience a surge in talent in the short term, but even centuries later, their talent pool will be stably supplied annually...

...This outcome left Finn very dissatisfied: after all, the United Nations was his home. Why should he do so much for someone else's home?

The jealous sprite puffed out its cheeks and rubbed against Yang Hao's hair. But unfortunately, all Yang Hao felt on the back of his head was a negligible softness and the fabric of his clothes.

It's like a bump or knock on the ribs.

"Fen...you're hurting me."

He subconsciously uttered a complaint, and the elf, after being stunned for a while, predictably revealed an extremely gloomy expression.

If it weren't for the fact that the [waiter] of Ysgard was secretly observing him, and if it weren't for Elena watching from the side, Finn might have already been tempted to force himself on him.

But soon, realizing what Fen was jealous of, Yang Hao smiled wryly and, while comforting his wife, made his promise:

"Of course I care more about my own country... but frankly, this model isn't applicable to our country right now, and there's nowhere I could use it even if I proposed it. So, I've decided to use Ysgard as a testing ground..."

"Hmph. Then from now on, if you have any ideas, just tell us first."

"Actually, I already have one..."

"what?"

"..."

Yang Hao glanced at Elena, who was tilting her head in bewilderment, and then whispered a few words into Finn's ear.

Fen blushed instantly, then her face darkened the next instant.

She released her grip, walked to the bed, grabbed the velvet pillow, then turned around, her face dark as a demon, and lifted it high. One could faintly hear the elf's hoarse, furious roar:

"It's one thing that my penis won't grow, but you want me to put something under it?! Go to hell!"

Snapped!

The pillow slapped Yang Hao across the face, causing the poor man to collapse to the ground and instantly lose consciousness.

It seems that Fen really did have murderous intent for a moment—but she did have good control over her strength, she just knocked the person unconscious with a pillow, there's nothing to worry about.

Elena, standing to the side, was silently calculating in her mind.

The scene showed the exasperated elf picking up the unconscious man from the ground, throwing him onto the bed, and covering him with a blanket.

She thought about it for a long time and finally decided that she wouldn't stay in this room tonight. It would be nice to occasionally see what her room looked like.

... .....

While Yang Hao was unconscious.

Inside the presidential palace in Wies City, after dealing with the work related to the mine, Miss Margarita also heard from her Trinity Guard that her ministers were "confused and uneasy" about Yang Hao's arrival.

Or perhaps...

Some ministers or bureaucrats who feel their positions are insecure seem to be having second thoughts.

"...Although I never expected people to be as willing as I am to go to any lengths for the survival of Ysgard..."

But as expected, the fact that they sit in this position, their grandson sits in this position, and that their great-grandson will also sit in this position without any further assessment, is too cruel and disgusting.

Even I complete my "evaluation" every four years with utmost diligence... Don't they understand the consequences of putting incompetent people in high positions?

Margarita sighed, took the list from the Trinity, and fell into deep thought.

Ten important officials attended this secret meeting—ranging from key delegates of the bourgeoisie to important ministers or the Minister of the Interior in the current Isogard government.

Those who hope their children can smoothly ascend to their positions are like ants sensing impending doom, frantically hoping for a chance to escape.

If even one person at the meeting is hoping that their child will have a chance to be assessed, Margarita is willing to give them that opportunity.

But the problem is...

My child should sit in my seat.

If the poor really rise in status, what will become of my good-for-nothing son...?

Why should we, as outsiders, have access to official positions?

Such thoughts kept popping up, which not only disappointed Margarita, but also made her realize a problem.

These bureaucrats, whose ancestors were also from poor backgrounds, have long forgotten where their ancestors came from.

Although they were indeed loyal to the country, their selfishness led the country's development into a sudden and tragic state.

...a group of patriots who, out of their own selfish motives, brought the country to the brink of destruction—and ridiculously, they couldn't see the impact their actions would have on the nation.

Or perhaps they figured it out.

But as beneficiaries, as short-lived ghosts who wouldn't live more than a few hundred years, or as long-lived ghosts who planned to profit for themselves for thousands of years, they chose silence, chose to cover up the truth, and naively believed that Margarita couldn't see through it all.

...adorably stupid. So stupid that it broke Margarita's heart, and it only strengthened her resolve to help her country overcome its pain.

"...I have already given you a chance."

Margarita murmured to herself.

"Even if just one of you is willing to change your mind and consider the people more, I would be willing to let you continue working in my government on a more equitable basis..."

But you were too greedy. You squandered the opportunities I gave you, ignored my hints, and even thought I would be foolish enough not to see through your hidden intentions...

Even if you are loyal patriots... I must drag you out of this position.

Not to mention, you guys are actually stupid enough to pull off an assassination plot against His Majesty Yang Hao at a time like this...

If it's just stupidity, then it's only stupidity within one's own country.

Margarita wouldn't mind giving these loyalists a chance to live, allowing them to revitalize themselves after a decade or so of reflection, before letting them try to return to their own government.

But when they were foolish enough to plot against the Regent for their own benefit...

Margarita truly couldn't take it anymore.

She nodded to her loyal guards.

After the Trinity Guard disappeared into the shadows with their gleaming green blades.

She knew that tomorrow would be the time to promote some young people to higher positions.

Chapter 5: [Two months later... Ysgard has changed!] - 8K

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10 month 7 day.