Sir! Don't close the net!

Abu Jang suddenly stood up, glaring fiercely at the man and woman.

“You two are just low-level Cloud Clan members; Executive Officer El-Qiong is your superior!”

"The executive officer wouldn't do something that even the lowest-ranking cloud users wouldn't do."

"Besides, it's still hard to say who the boss will be."

The calm rebuttal from the man and woman made Abu Jean's blood boil, and he was about to say something further when Al-Jonor raised his hand to stop him.

"Alright everyone, we've just started work, and there's still a lot to do."

After saying that, Al-Jonor squeezed his way through the gap between the trolleys to the desk, because his desk was already surrounded and he couldn't pull out a chair.

Al-Chonno took a deep breath, picked up a piece of cardboard the size of a sheet of paper, held the cardboard in his left hand and a pen in his right, and began to copy the old sheep village ledgers.

Abu Jang suppressed his anger and sat back down, burying himself in the documents and secretly vowing to find evidence that Li Yili had secretly kept sacrificial offerings, and then expose this matter with all the executives.

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Chapter Thirty-Four: Because I'm a Good Family Man

"We've already contacted the Nibelungen customs! They'll allow us to connect to the wasteland via their routes as long as we use their trains! We can also use our own trains as long as we sign a security agreement for over thirty years!"

"Good news! Customs in Eden has loosened their grip! The documents are all prepared, and the route usage agreement can be signed in three days at most!"

Abu Jean subconsciously looked up, his gaze following the executives who were holding documents and beaming with pride. Veins bulged on his forehead. This was not uncommon; people would usually shout like this when they solved a particularly troublesome smuggling route. Normally, he would stand up and cheer.

But this is an abnormal situation. Those executives are Li Yili's lackeys. The routes they have connected are of no benefit to smuggling pollutants. They smuggle pollutants wherever there are fewer customs and the inspections are more relaxed. As long as they can bypass one customs, they would rather take a long detour.

The routes chosen by those people are indeed the fastest, but they also have the most customs checkpoints along the way. Even if they are given pollutants, they wouldn't dare to use those routes to transport them. The more routes they connect, the more attention they will receive. Even if the routes they prepared beforehand are still usable, the difficulty will increase significantly.

Al-Jiong also looked up at the cheering executives, but unlike Abu Jean, he was not angry. Instead, he was puzzled and tapped the table lightly with the tip of his pen.

He remembered those executives. Because of Dera Pal, all the Cloud Clan members could only climb the ranks based on their performance. Although those Cloud Clan members had climbed to the position of executive, they were among the lower-ranking executives. That was why they were trying to curry favor with Li Yili.

Even without smuggling contraband, communicating with customs and establishing new routes is not a simple matter. It also requires preparing "clean" background information. Even if he were to come, it would take several months to get things done from scratch.

With those few people's abilities... how could they possibly have taken control of the route so quickly?

Unless someone has been preparing for this for months, with a clean background and all communication with customs already completed, and these people looking like they're saying "Wow! I'm so awesome!" are just a shield to cover up this fact.

Judging from their demeanor, even if you asked them, they would only attribute all the credit to themselves.

Al-Jonor looked up at the ceiling.

"We've already contacted Cretaceous Circle! Quite a few businesses are willing to sign long-term contracts with us; it just depends on what terms they offer!"

Several more people rushed in, cheering.

By evening, the executives in charge of investigating the treatment of elderly employees at Guo Weiton returned with their briefcases full of briefcases and grim faces. Clearly, the investigation had not gone smoothly, while the young executive in charge of observing and learning was whistling and looking quite relaxed.

Al-Qiong raised his hand and patted his forehead. He glanced at the numerous carts around him, let out a long sigh, and was about to get up when he felt a tingling sensation in his back, as if a heavy stone was pressing down on it, and he couldn't straighten up for a moment.

El-Qiong took a deep breath and straightened his back with a sharp crack. After a series of crisp sounds, El-Qiong slumped in his chair and let out a long sigh. The two Cloud Guards responsible for guarding him probably thought he couldn't cause any trouble and had left early on.

"Let's get back to work."

Al-Qiong stretched, just about to continue sorting through truckload after truckload of tedious numbers, when he felt a gaze fixed on him from the direction of the stairs. He subconsciously tilted his head to look over, where Li Yili was leaning on the stairs, smiling at him. When she saw him looking over, she didn't try to look away, and even glanced around before asking in feigned confusion.

"There aren't many people staying on duty today~ Executive Officer El-Jiong, do you have any ideas?"

Upon hearing Li Yili's words, the remaining executives were furious, but they could only suppress their anger.

“Even as the acting minister, Mr. Li Yili still leaves work on time,” Al-Qiong smiled slightly.

"Because I am a good family man."

Li Yili waved her hand, put her hands behind her back, and swaggered down the stairs. Several executives, who dared not speak out, peeked towards the stairs and then quickly gathered around El Qiaonuo. They bent down, pointed mysteriously at the top of the stairs, and then pointed to their own ceiling.

Al-Jonor immediately understood what the executives meant. With Li Yili not around and Dela Pal, the Chosen One, not returning to Guoweiton for some time, now was the perfect time for them to steal the true ledger of the Black Goat's cubs. Even if they couldn't find the ledger, searching Dela Pal's office would definitely yield something useful.

Al-Jonor shifted slightly, but still raised his hand to stop several of his colleagues from having any ideas.

"Now is not the time."

In the past, he might have hesitated for a moment before gritting his teeth and searching for Dela Pal's office, but now the more he thought about it, the more he felt that Li Yili was not right. She didn't seem like the arrogant and careless "elite" she was when she was working normally, especially considering today's work arrangements.

With Dera Pal, a chosen one, present, they naturally wouldn't dare sneak into Dera Pal's office, but now that Dera Pal is gone, how could Li Yili be so careless?

He patted his bottom and went home.

They definitely had a backup plan!

Seeing Al Chorno's serious expression, the executives, though full of regret, nodded and returned to their positions.

Al-Chonno let out a long sigh, and just as he was about to plunge back into the sea of ​​numbers, he suddenly remembered something and turned to look at the executives who had just hinted that he should go and search Dela Pal's office.

"How is the investigation going today regarding the treatment of elderly employees at Guoweiton?"

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"Will those guys... try to pry open that safe?"

Li Yili turned her head to look at the Sheep Village Building behind her, muttered something, and then waved to Yolan, who was peeking in the direction of the Sheep Village Building as if searching for someone's voice, "I'm here."

After a moment of hesitation, Yolan pulled on the reins and drove the carriage to Li Yili's side, but still kept glancing towards the entrance of the Sheep Village building.

"cough--"

Li Yili coughed loudly, and only then did Yolan realize what was happening. She scratched the back of her head and laughed awkwardly, "Is Mr. Richard going home?"

“Of course, if you want to entrust Yangcun Logistics to transport your things, just contact me directly,” Li Yili raised his hand and patted his chest. “Don’t be shy, and also, it’s Mr. Li Yili.”

“This…” Yoran glanced at the entrance of the Sheep Village building again, and shook his head with some regret, “I don’t want anything.”

"Really? Then let me know when you've thought it through, and I'll offer you a discount."

Li Yili rubbed her index finger and thumb together, opened the car door, and got in.

Yoram lowered his head, gripping the reins tightly with both hands, and murmured.

"Mr. Richard, I'm sorry..."

Chapter Thirty-Five: Can't You Be a Little Harder?

The day after Dela Pal left Guoweiton, the work arranged by Li Yili as acting minister officially got on track. Although most of the Yunzhong wanted to outwardly comply but inwardly resist and use passive resistance to annoy Li Yili, the fact that Dela Pal would become a cadre and that the Black Goat's offspring were half-abandoned weighed heavily on them. Many Yunzhong hesitated, while many others simply raised their hands above their heads and surrendered to Li Yili.

Even if someone wants to slack off, they will be forced to work by some people. After all, they have experienced the "mobilization meeting" and are still loyal to the past. Unless they are completely broken, they will never have the idea of ​​resigning.

Some of the residents of Gowerton also noticed the change in the atmosphere of Sheep Village, including the Wilson family.

As soon as Li Yili got off the carriage, she saw Wilson wiggling his big buttocks at the entrance of the sheep village, wiping his sweat and anxiously peering inside.

Li Yili raised an eyebrow slightly, strode towards Wilson, and called out loudly, "Oh, isn't this Mr. Wilson? What can I do for you?"

Upon hearing Li Yili's voice, Wilson immediately turned around and anxiously reached out to grasp Li Yili's hand as if he had seen a savior, but Li Yili nimbly dodged him.

"Let's talk inside first," Li Yili said with a polite smile, gesturing for them to leave.

Wilson wiped the sweat from his brow, nodded vigorously like a chicken pecking at rice, and quickly followed Li Yili up the stairs to her office.

“Mr. Wilson, please have a seat. Take your time and talk slowly,” Li Yili said, plopping down in a chair and putting her feet on the desk. She glanced at Wilson sideways. “There’s nothing that can’t be solved.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Wilson nodded vigorously, sitting on the single sofa with his hands on his knees, looking nothing like a big boss who owns the largest textile factory in Guoweiton.

"So, is there something you need?"

“Ahem—it’s about that. I heard the transport route to Sheep Village… has changed,” Wilson looked around, leaned forward, and lowered his voice. “Won’t this affect my daughter’s trip to Hagen?”

“Mr. Wilson, as you know, before, Guoweiton was not so much backward as it was completely off track. We had very few transport routes available, and it was common for us to take long detours. After all, you know, some things cannot be transported according to the rules,” Li Yili gestured with her fingers toward Wilson.

Wilson immediately understood what Li Yili meant and nodded vigorously. In a sense, his daughter belonged to this category.

“But that’s all in the past. Sheep Village has already established connections, so you don’t have to sneak around like before. You can openly take the train to… well, the cities that have already been developed,” Li Yili said, tilting her chin up slightly.

"Really!" Wilson's eyes lit up.

"Of course, next month, your daughter will be taking a train to the wasteland, maybe the Cretaceous period, or maybe even further in. Of course, the very center of Millennium is also an option. Getting into Arkham University is quite easy, but graduating is a bit difficult."

“Thank… eh?” Wilson instinctively wanted to say thank you, but quickly realized that Li Yili was referring to the wasteland, not Hagen, the capital of the Nibelungen, the richest city in the world.

“No, isn’t it Hagen?” Wilson asked cautiously.

“Mr. Wilson hopes his daughter can settle in Hagen, preferably achieve a certain social status, and that the whole family can move there,” Li Yili said, holding up a finger. “But have you considered how to achieve that social status? I remember your daughter is fourteen years old, not born in Hagen.”

She doesn't have a Hagen residency permit, receives no social security whatsoever, and has limited access to certain places; she might be deported soon.

"Just get a Hagen household registration, isn't that enough? It's not like you can only get one if you're born in Hagen," Wilson muttered under his breath.

Li Yili covered her forehead and let out a long sigh.

Marrying into a wealthy family brings prosperity to everyone involved.

Such a good thing only happens in novels. Marrying into a wealthy family often ends badly, unless the woman is a woman with backbone and dignity who can share the sky with her husband. But such a woman is unlikely to have the idea of ​​marrying into a wealthy family and elevating her entire family's status.

His bones are too hard; he can't lower his head.

As for the Wilson family... things look a bit precarious.

“Mr. Wilson, it’s not that I can’t understand your thoughts. I should have mentioned it to you before, Hagen is a city of wealth, but also a city of betrayal.”

“Maybe there’s true love! Like, you might actually develop feelings for someone while you’re lying to them!” Wilson blinked.

"No, what I meant was that they probably wouldn't even be interested in lying to your daughter."

"Cough—" Wilson coughed heavily, clutching his chest.

Li Yili felt very sorry, but it's better to shatter some unrealistic dreams sooner rather than later.

“Hagen, no, the Nibelungs have an extremely strong greed for wealth and power, and a strong desire to dominate those of lower status than themselves. But the wasteland is different. The people there value knowledge and exploration,” Li Yili rubbed her fingers together. “They accept anyone from any country or any individual to come and learn. And Millennium, as the capital of the wasteland, gathers talents from all corners of the world. Of course, as a capital city, the cost of living is far lower than in Hagen.”

"Uh...so, does that mean Kayla easily finds out who the nobles are?" Wilson asked, raising his hand.

Li Yili took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to grab a chair and smash it into Wilson's face. "This is one of the expected benefits. The important thing is that the colleges in Millennium, especially Arkham University, have cultivated many geniuses. As long as you are a graduate of Arkham University, you can get a middle-to-upper social status even if you go to Hagen. It is normal for people to beg you to become a Hagen resident."

"Really!" Wilson jumped to his feet, his eyes shining.

“Of course they’re greedy, but they’re also quick to make offers because they think you’re more valuable than they are,” Li Yili waved her hand. “So, are you going to put all your money into a high-risk stock, or choose to invest in a fixed-term deposit and make a sure profit?”

Although he didn't understand what stocks or fixed deposits were, Wilson roughly understood what Li Yili was trying to say and nodded happily, "Thank you!"

“You’re welcome, you’re welcome. I’m not some kind of merciful person,” Li Yili yawned, glanced at Wilson, and rolled her eyes when she saw that Wilson wasn’t leaving. “Is there anything else?”

Wilson chuckled awkwardly a few times before pulling the armchair closer to Li Yili's desk.

"Well, yesterday the executive officer from Sheep Village came to my place and asked me some questions... cough—I was just a little curious, hahaha—nothing else."

Chapter Thirty-Six: Slowly Boiling Water