Sir! Don't close the net!

“This… I’m sorry, this is a big deal, but if Mr. Richard wants to start a company, I can become your employee and also help you find people,” the coachman said with an awkward smile, his gaze darting away from Li Yili.

“Really? I understand, but what I said still holds true,” Li Yili shook her head with some regret, “I can guarantee that your lives won’t be affected during the initial period of losses…”

"Thank you, Mr. Richard. You'll be late."

Do I lack persuasive speaking skills?

Li Yili had some self-doubt, but he didn't dwell on it too much. He wasn't that close to the groom, not even friends. His firm insistence that the groom give up the idea of ​​being chosen by the gods and going to Hagen was simply because he saw someone trying to jump into a fire pit and instinctively reached out to pull the person back.

He would ask the coachman about his intentions again and again, only because he happened to have the idea of ​​starting a company and there was a decent coachman in front of him. Since the coachman did not have that kind of idea, he would not bother to ask a third time.

Li Yili closed the car door and couldn't help but mutter to herself.

The idea that residents of Guoweidun become the chosen ones is nonsense, and living in Hagen is even more of a fantasy. Moreover, both the chosen ones and Hagen are a bottomless pit leading straight to hell. Compared to that, it would be much safer and more practical to start a company with him and be the first to try something new in Guoweidun's development.

At least he has such a large ranch there, so even if he fails... only his company will go bankrupt, and the grooms will still be able to continue as before. If all else fails, everyone can farm and be self-sufficient, which is fine too.

The coachman didn't say another word along the way, and Li Yili didn't initiate any conversation either.

The stench of decay wafted in from all directions, gradually growing stronger. Even the energetic black horse lowered its head and pulled the carriage to a stop in front of the sheep village.

This time, Li Yili didn't say anything more. She opened the car door, got out, and stepped into the gate of Yang Village under the resistant gazes of the other Yun people. The coachman pulled the reins and controlled the carriage to move in the opposite direction.

Quite coincidentally, Li Yili bumped into Al-Qiong, who was carrying a bag and looked like he was about to go out, just as she reached the third floor.

Li Yili raised an eyebrow slightly and smiled meaningfully, "Executive El-Qiong, where are you going? Your office isn't downstairs, is it? Or is our best executive just clocking in and heading back?"

El-Chonno's eyes twitched violently. He suppressed his anger and shook the bag in his hand with a forced smile. "There's only one month left. I must find out why as soon as possible! The prepared supplies have gone missing, and then I must retrieve them to fulfill headquarters' requirements."

“So, please, fellow Sheep Village employee, Executive Officer Levi-Istyl Richard, step aside, now…”

Al-Qiong took a step forward and stood in front of Li Yili.

"Time is of the essence."

The other members of the crowd also looked in Li Yili's direction, demonstrating their stance through their actions.

"Ah~ that's quite passionate, but don't forget, Executive Officer El-Qiong, it's you who caused the loss of supplies and prevented us from fulfilling headquarters' requirements."

Faced with pressure from Yunzhong, Li Yili calmly raised her middle finger at Yunzhong with her left hand, while her right index finger slammed heavily into El Qiaonuo's chest.

"You're just desperately trying to make up for your mistakes, not doing anything great, so don't talk to me with such a righteous tone, understand?"

I, Levi Strauss-Estée Richard, am 23 years old and I am not afraid of workplace bullying.

Damn it, they actually dared to check my bills!

Whether it was the other Cloud Clan members or El-Qiong, everyone felt a surge of adrenaline rushing to their heads.

“So you know what I mean, Al-Qiong, the top executive,” Li Yili smiled kindly. “Although this month has only just begun, as the top executive, your targets are the highest, and you’ve met them, right? It’s good to be willing to make up for your mistakes, but before that, you should first…”

"It's finished."

Before Li Yili finished speaking, a member of the Cloud Clan stepped forward and slammed a document on the table. One after another, Cloud Clan members stepped forward and slammed the documents in their hands on the table, and soon the documents piled up high.

Not only did they meet the targets, they probably exceeded them.

As if in retaliation for Li Yili's middle finger, the Cloud Clan members who had piled up the documents gave El Qiaono a thumbs up, which made El Qiaono feel much better. He stood up straight and met Li Yili's gaze without fear.

"Excuse me! May I investigate those unusual bills?"

Chapter Fourteen: Don't come any closer!

Al-Jonor

He left feeling refreshed and invigorated.

Although he still hadn't found any fault with Li Yili, nor any clues about the missing contaminants or sacrificial offerings, they had still managed to humiliate Li Yili.

The crowd crossed their arms, leaned back, and silently mocked Li Yili with arrogant expressions. They had never felt so relieved as they did at this moment. They were extremely grateful that they had made up their minds last night to put aside their work and complete El Qiaonuo's quota, otherwise they would not have seen Li Yili's caught-off-the-cuff expression.

After a long silence, Li Yili crossed her arms, snorted coldly, and turned to leave. Before she had taken more than a few steps, undisguised cheers erupted behind her.

Li Yili grinned.

Rejoice! Al Chorno is called the best executive in Guweiton not just because he has the most work, but because he is in charge of some tough and dangerous cases. Not everyone has the ability to transfer pollutants from those strictly inspected areas.

Li Yili walked up the stairs to the sixth floor and arrived at the branch secretary's office, where she knocked.

"Branch leader, I am Li Yili."

"Come in."

After receiving a reply from Dela Pal, Li Yili turned off the doorknob and pushed the door open. A ray of sunlight shone on Li Yili's face. Dela Pal was standing in front of the only window, her hands behind her back, seemingly looking at something.

Judging by the timing, Al-Jeanor should have just left the Sheep Village building.

Li Yili rolled her eyes slightly and then closed the door. "Branch Chief, Al-Chion is investigating Guo Weiton's ledgers."

“The first thing they found out was your expenses for your mistress, right?” Dela Pal slumped slightly and tilted her head to tease, “Do you like that mistress that much? Based on your expenses in June alone, you could have kept a dozen or more younger women.”

“Walhagi Rei is a wonderful woman. She would probably be even better if she weren’t so greedy, but that’s part of her charm,” Li Yili said, putting one hand on her waist. “Branch leader, you seem to be in a much better mood. Is there any good news from headquarters, no, from Life Beyond?”

"Of course, the other branch leaders have already stated that they will support me in becoming a new cadre."

Dela Pal smiled calmly, turned around and sat back down, interlacing her fingers.

"My becoming a new cadre of the old and leaving this Guo Weidun that even God can't be bothered with is inevitable."

Is that why you've become so confident?

Li Yili suppressed the urge to roll her eyes, stepped over the desk, stood by the window, and looked down at the entire Guoweiton. There was no sign of Al-Qiong around the Sheep Village building; he had most likely boarded a carriage.

“Speaking of which, Li Yili, have you ever thought about becoming a chosen one of the gods?” Dela Pal said meaningfully, as if straightening up slightly.

Li Yili was taken aback. Just yesterday he told the groom not to become or even think about becoming a chosen one of the gods, and today Dela Pal asked him if he had any thoughts about becoming a chosen one of the gods.

Li Yili turned her eyes to the right, and the image of Dela Pal's back was reflected in her right eye.

One of the many reasons why Dela Pal couldn't stand Guo Weiton was that Dela Pal was a chosen one of God.

The only way for a chosen one to advance is to obtain a stronger and more ancient legacy and absorb its power. Although he is not a chosen one, it is said that every chosen one has the urge to absorb more legacy power. It is even said that many chosen ones have swallowed jewelry made by dwarves because they could not control such urges.

Of course, the result was completely useless. Although those pieces of jewelry could be called heritage, they were all items created in the present day and lacked the most important element of being "ancient".

Guoweidun is a desolate place where no heritage can be unearthed. Staying in Guoweidun means that the chosen ones will never be able to advance. In the old days, strength was an important factor in determining status, and Dela Pal encountered the following classic question and answer.

I want to be a manager! I don't want to stay in Guoweidun anymore!

Then go dig up heritage sites and get promoted!

Let me go to the place where I can dig for heritage first!

Once you become a cadre, you can go to places where heritage sites can be unearthed!

How can I become a cadre?

Go explore heritage sites and get promoted!

But that's not the point. The important thing is that no one favored by the gods wants new ones to be born. No one can guarantee how much of an ancient legacy they can bear, but no one wants the number of people dividing the legacy to increase.

Is it because becoming a cadre is a sure thing that swept away his past melancholy, and his sense of superiority as a chosen one of God has overflowed and he has nowhere to vent it, so he plans to give him, a mortal, a gift, or is he testing him?

Li Yili lowered her eyelids slightly and smiled indifferently.

In any case, his attitude towards those favored by God has always been the same.

Don't come here! ! !

“Branch leader, please don’t tease me. Only those who are truly favored by God can become… no, to be precise, be recognized,” Li Yili spread her hands, her face full of helplessness. “How could someone like me, who gets scared out of her wits when she sees others fail, be favored by God?”

"That's a real shame. I've always felt that you have the potential to become a chosen one of the gods."

Li Yili rolled her eyes, turned her head and looked down at Guo Weidun through the window, "Even the branch minister can make a mistake, huh? That's quite unexpected."

Here it comes, even though I'm secretly thrilled, I'm putting on a regretful act.

"Li Yili, don't let Al-Qiong catch you doing anything wrong."

Dela Pal slightly raised her head, turning towards Li Yili little by little. An unusual light flickered in her eyes, which were gradually becoming veiled with starlight. The potted plant on the windowsill began to twist and swell. The flower buds, with eerie wriggling sounds, suddenly opened their mouths like animals and hissed at Li Yili. In the center of the mouth, an eyeball slowly rotated.

Li Yili's lips twitched violently, which is why he didn't want to get involved with the Chosen One. Dela Pal didn't use the Chosen One's power; he only generated a threatening emotion, which turned the bonsai into its current animal-like state.

The one speaking to him now is no longer Derapal, the branch chief of the sheep village, but Derapal, the favored one of the black goats. If El-Qiongno dares to talk back to Derapal in this state, he will most likely die in a very miserable way.

But when she thought about how even a powerful chosen one like Dera Pal was mentally exhausted and unable to sleep due to the intricate organizational power, and how she was even silenced by ordinary people like El Qiaono, Li Yili sincerely felt that it was a very correct choice not to stubbornly become a chosen one.

"Don't worry, Branch Chief, they... can't find what they're looking for."

Chapter Fifteen: List of Visitors

"Thank you."

El-Jiong raised his hand and waved to the slowly receding carriage, then turned to look at the building in front of him.

One of the many proofs of economic development is that many things have become more formalized, such as the medical industry.

Before the arrival of the black goat calves, Goweton had no clinics, not even a proper doctor. The residents of Goweton had a general attitude towards illness: minor illnesses didn't need treatment, major illnesses were incurable, and for minor ailments, they would go to the local folk doctors in Goweton who relied on their ancestral skills.

They don't need sickly offerings, and the poor medical environment will lead to a continuous decline in the population of Guoweidun, which is very detrimental to the plan for the black goat's offspring. Moreover, with a hospital, they, as the actual controllers of Guoweidun, will be able to do certain things more conveniently.

So the young black goats also spared no effort as a logistics company, transporting medical equipment and contacting doctors in other cities, thus revitalizing the medical industry in Guoweidun.

The first clinic in Guoweiton that he is standing in front of now is one of its achievements, with the best doctors, the best equipment, and the richest sources of medicine in all of Guoweiton, and of course, only in Guoweiton.

Al-Chonno adjusted his backpack, pushed open the clinic door, and to save time, handed the Sheep Village Executive ID directly to the nurse at the front desk.

The nurse, who had been somewhat listless, immediately perked up after seeing the large inscription on the executive officer's uniform.

"How can I help you? Although there are still people in line, Dr. Caesar and the residents of Guoweiton will surely be willing to let Mr. Al-Chonno, the executive officer of Sheep Village, see a doctor first."

Caesar was transferred from another city to Guweiton and is truly the best doctor in Guweiton. Many Guweiton residents are willing to queue for hours to see Caesar, and sometimes conflicts even arise because of the queuing.

The nurse didn't muffle her voice, and all the waiting residents of Gowerton heard her declaration that "the Sheep Village Executive doesn't have to wait in line." But no one showed any dissatisfaction, because that was the Sheep Village Executive, El-Jonor, who was said to have helped many of Gowerton's children obtain Hagen residency.

“No, I’m not here for a medical checkup. I want to see the list of visitors from March of this year until now,” Al Chonow said with a smile, waving to the residents of Guoweiton who were waiting in line, and placing his hands on the table. “Is that alright?”

The nurse hesitated for a moment, then immediately nodded.

This is against the rules, but the rules of Gowerton were basically established with the help of the sheep village, and the person who asked for help was Al-Chonno, who had helped the residents of Gowerton a lot.

"plz follow me."

The nurse gestured to another nurse who was passing by, left the counter, pushed open the door marked "No Entry for Non-Staff," and led Al-Jonor to the archives. She walked to the nearest shelf and pointed to the open box in the middle.

“This contains the list of visitors from the past year. Here you go,” the nurse said, rummaging through the box before pulling out a stack of bound documents and handing it to Al-Jeanor. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

"Thank you. I'll trouble you again if I encounter any problems," Al-Jeanor said with a polite smile as he took the documents.