Chapter 102 (Proposal Leaked)

Sheng Chunqiu stood on the other side of the dimly lit corridor, quietly listening to the conversation between Director Yan and Principal Zhan Zhou.

The corridor was equipped with motion-activated lights, which gradually dimmed as she remained still, eventually returning to a state of complete darkness, with only a faint ray of light filtering in from a distant window, casting a long shadow of her.

Yan Ju remained expressionless when Yan Lan and her colleagues fought and broke through the floating island of Zhan Zhou; she merely lifted her eyelids slightly.

“She didn’t do it on her own initiative,” Director Yan said, his voice cold and certain. “This is also not the reason why Ms. Eldridge came to visit in the middle of the night.”

Christie chuckled. "Why not?"

"I've come for this matter, and also to pay a visit to Director Yan, who has recently become quite famous in the underworld."

Yan Ju raised his eyebrows but remained silent. The two stared at each other for a moment.

Sheng Chunqiu noticed that Christie's fingertips were slowly sliding in the air, as if she was unintentionally tracing something.

The movements were very familiar.

She recalled for a moment, then her pupils involuntarily dilated, she took a step forward, and looked anxiously at Director Yan.

I remember now, it was something I saw before, Christie's actions outside the town.

With a flick of the finger, time is turned around at will, like an ornament.

However, Yanju himself remained unchanged.

Her expression remained calm, her brows lowered, and her eyes devoid of any emotion.

“If Ms. Eldridge insists that this is the reason for your visit, then I will see her out,” Director Yan said. “This is not within the jurisdiction of the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs.”

Christie smiled slightly, her tone gentle yet suggestive: "If the floating island collapses, that would be an anomaly, wouldn't it fall under the jurisdiction of the Bureau of Anomalies?"

“Not yet,” Director Yan replied calmly. “Once it becomes so, I will visit Zhan Zhou directly. There’s no need for Ms. Eldridge to make the trip herself.”

Christie sighed softly, "Adelaide and Yanlan have some conflicts. He is Lorenz's youngest child and is inevitably spoiled."

"I also hope that Director Yan will talk to Yan Lan more and not make things difficult for him."

Yanlan, the youngest child of Grand Duke Lorenz?

Why did the principal bring this up?

As Sheng Chunqiu was wondering what was going on, Director Yan suddenly laughed with an ambiguous tone, his voice carrying a hint of sarcasm.

"Does Ms. Eldridge have anything else to say? For example, any other conflicts Yanlan has had at the academy?"

“I don’t care about these trivial matters.” Her expression suddenly turned cold, and her tone was icy: “She’s now a regular employee of Zhanzhou. There’s no question of making things difficult for her.”

Christie suddenly burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the empty hall. "Director Yan, you're really interesting."

“Exactly,” a sharp glint flashed in Christie’s eyes, “Since you don’t care about anything, what’s the point of sending Yanlan to Zhanzhou to investigate the Death Throne?”

She stood up, placed her hands on the table between the two of them, leaned forward to look at Yan Shi, and her curly hair slid forward with the movement, with a few strands brushing against Yan Shi's neck.

“Director Yan, there’s no need for that. Let’s be frank, the Death Throne, Zhan Zhou, will not return it to the Bureau of Heresy and put it back in the Suppression Division.”

"This was one of the items that your bureau gave for the relocation of Zhanzhou. How can you give it and then take it back?"

"Don't you think so?"

Yan Shi: ?

What kind of suppression? What kind of suppression? What kind of exchange? What kind of repossession?

Wasn't the information about the Death Throne provided by Ji Pucun?

She thought quickly, trying to make sense of the information in Christie's words.

No, she barely said a word, just monotonously repeating herself. What did Principal Zhan Zhou understand?

After a long silence, Yan Shi forced himself to answer in a calm but somewhat dry tone: "You said it yourself, this belongs to the Bureau of Foreign Affairs. Once the loan period is over, there's no reason not to return it."

Christie was startled and looked Yan Ju over again.

After Christie leaned forward, propping herself up on the table and looking at her, Yan Ju remained motionless, his fingertips rhythmically tapping the armrest, the bright silver chain on his cuffs swaying and reflecting light with each movement.

She actually knew that the agreement signed between the Foreign Affairs Bureau and Zhan Zhou was for a period of twenty years.

And it allows them to directly approach Zhan Zhou instead of having Yan Lan run around the entire world.

It's important to know that both Zhan Zhou and the General Bureau had a confidentiality agreement for their transaction, and Christie was the only person left involved.

How did this Director Yan come to know this?

It can't truly be the embodiment of the laws, omniscient, can it?

Christie chuckled inwardly at her unfounded speculation, but still harbored doubts.

She made a new assessment of Director Yan, then sat back down, picked up her coffee cup and took a sip: "I didn't say I wouldn't return it, but the Death Throne is the authority of the departed and the dead. So what does Director Yan plan to use to continue supporting the Zhanzhou Floating Island in the future?"

Yan Ju said slowly and deliberately, "How about the Undead Halberd?"

Christie's brow twitched almost imperceptibly, and her pupils contracted.

She maintained her gentle smile: "The Deathbringer's Halberd? As far as I know, it's in the hands of the dead."

"Oh?" Director Yan raised an eyebrow, a hint of mockery in his voice. "Oh? It seems Ms. Eldridge's information was incorrect. This is mine."

Christie's heart skipped a beat, and she slowly repeated, "Director Yan, your things? I didn't know that."

After speaking, Christie gracefully reached out to smooth the hem of her skirt, seemingly composing herself. She then slightly raised her eyes, her tone still gentle.

"Or could Director Yan show it to me?" she asked tentatively.

Yan Ju: "Is Ms. Eldridge really going to pretend she doesn't know?"

"When did these powers become able to be stored in spatial containers?" Her tone was slightly cold.

Christie's smile remained unchanged, but the coldness in her eyes intensified. Concealing her inner turmoil, she chuckled again and said, "Just wanted to confirm."

Before she finished speaking, Director Yan raised her hand, and flames surged from her palm, carrying intense heat as they roared towards Christie.

The temperature inside the reception room suddenly rose, and the orange-red firelight illuminated the surroundings in a crimson glow, as if the entire room had been engulfed in an endless sea of ​​fire.

Christie's eyes narrowed slightly, and she leaned back gracefully and swiftly dodged the oncoming flames.

A cold glint flashed in her eyes, and she raised her hand, her fingertips gently forming several complex hand gestures in the air.

The surrounding flames instantly turned into dim, gray ghostly fire.

This ghostly fire seemed to have its own will, carrying a chilling aura, silently spreading along its trajectory in the air towards the raging flames opposite.

But upon reaching the marble table in the middle, they were unable to move forward.

The two forces remained locked in a stalemate in the center of the reception room, their flames and ghostly fire clashing and crackling softly. The air was filled with two contrasting atmospheres: intense heat and chilling cold. The entire reception room was divided in two, one half as hot as the sun, the other as dark as a ghostly realm.

Both were handled with great care, ensuring that no decorations in the room were affected.

Looking at the ghostly flames intertwined with the raging fire before him, Yan Ju smiled slightly: "Ms. Eldridge is also one of the deceased."

Christie sat gracefully on the sofa, gently brushing a strand of curly hair behind her ear: "Pure humans always have to pay a price for eternal life. I'm just on the right path."

She looked up and stared directly at Director Yan, a meaningful smile playing on her lips: "I just don't know, Director Yan, what have you sacrificed, or are you no longer a pure human?"

Yan Ju remained unfazed, sitting in the center of the sofa with his legs crossed: "That's because Ms. Eldridge is ignorant. Just because you can't doesn't mean others can't."

"My personal suggestion is that you could pursue further studies at Zhanzhou."

Christie's gentle demeanor twisted for a moment: "Why do I need further training? Didn't the Bureau of Extraterritorial Affairs recently propose a security awareness campaign?"

"With this, I believe that strength will no longer be a prerequisite for entering the underworld."

"Is it right?"

A cold glint flashed in Yan Ju's eyes, but his expression remained calm: "It seems that Ms. Eldridge is not only ignorant, but also delusional."

"The Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs has never said that."

Christie: "So it seems I misread that 895-page proposal."

Director Yan raised an eyebrow: "Any document without an official stamp is a rumor, and I think Ms. Eldridge should know this better than anyone."

"Is that right, Principal?"

The rest of the conversation became increasingly vague and unclear, and Sheng Chunqiu knelt down on the ground.

Even after the flames and ghostly fire ignited, she suddenly took several steps back, her face pale.

Her hands trembled slightly as she tried to gather the golden spirit in the air to protect herself. However, the spiritual energy in the outer world was already very thin. The few strands of golden spirit seemed to be frightened by these two powerful forces, shrinking back in the air, completely afraid to move or respond to her call.

The oppressive force grew heavier, and Sheng Chunqiu's breathing became rapid, gasping for air. Unable to withstand the increasing pressure, she knelt on the ground, trying her best to shrink herself into a small ball.

After what seemed like an eternity, the raging flames in the room gradually dissipated, and the dim eerie fire also receded.

The principal has left the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs.

Yan Ju remained seated on the sofa, her face unusually weary. She leaned back, slumped against the backrest, and pinched her brow repeatedly.

Sheng Chunqiu knelt on the ground for a moment, and when he felt the oppressive feeling completely disappear, he slowly stood up.

She took a deep breath, then straightened her slightly disheveled clothes and walked steadily to the sofa.

"Director Yan," she called softly.

“Chunqiu,” Director Yan frowned, remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking, his voice revealing a suppressed weariness: “Call Lu Jian over. Have her bring her revised proposal for the security of the inner world.”

"At the same time, starting next week, we will conduct a thorough investigation of the General Administration. I want to see," Director Yan's eyes turned cold, "who leaked a proposal that the General Administration hasn't even started discussing yet."

Sheng Chunqiu bowed his head and replied, "Received."

Director Yan said nothing more, got up and went into his office.

Sheng Chunqiu looked up.

As Director Yan walked, the lights in the corridor turned on one by one, as if he were walking on a path where only one person was present.

After entering the office and closing the door.

Yan Shi: ...!!

What is this 895-page report?

How come everyone in the underworld has all sorts of diverse information channels, even the General Administration is like a sieve?

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Anyway, she can't sleep now. She had a fight in Zhanzhou earlier and just confronted Christie. She's completely awake.

But there's no reason for the boss to work overtime alone. The IT department shouldn't sleep either; everyone should work overtime!

The author's note: When both sides sit facing each other in their respective seas of fire...

Yan Shi cursed inwardly: You old geezer!

Christie cursed inwardly: That old bastard!

To some extent, they reached an agreement.

I went home to visit relatives today. Everyone was chatting, but I was just typing on my phone (so don't say I'm short QAQ). There might be another chapter tonight. New month, new perfect attendance goal (giggling a rose).

Thank you to all the fans who gave me free tickets and nutrient solutions! I will try my best to update!

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"I Became a Founding Marshal in My Search for a Job"

Sui Yu, the founding marshal and first chairman of the parliament of the Interstellar Federation.

She emerged from desolation and smoke, shattering the imperial palace with a single shot, and as a Beta, she trampled on the head of the arrogant and overbearing Alpha.

History records her achievements and her great journey in great detail; she was a new ruler who created miracles out of the impossible.

As time passed, a thousand years later, the people of the Federation began to examine the life of this founding marshal, and inadvertently discovered a diary among her belongings.

Two months until graduation, time to start sending out resumes! Hope everything goes smoothly.

With only one month left until graduation, I've been rejected by 28 people and haven't found a job yet.

With only one week left until graduation, all 147 of my resumes have been rejected; I haven't found a job yet.

Two days until graduation, and still no job.

I've graduated, and I've decided to send this damn world to its doom :)

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Suiyu is a Beta.

She had an ordinary family and an ordinary life.

Sui Yu's parents are both Betas. She was unremarkable from a young age, lacking both outstanding looks and academic achievements. Her life was ordinary; she would find a Beta just as ordinary as herself and repeat the lives of her ancestors.

In a world where Alphas hold all the power, class divisions are rigid, capitalism is rampant, and people in remote star systems are living in misery, this is Sui Yu's greatest ideal.

But she ran into trouble at the very first step; she couldn't find a job.

Full of energy on my first day of job hunting.

On the second day of job hunting, I felt a bit frustrated.

...

On the nth day of job hunting, Sui Yu dug out her long-unused StarNet account and decided to start by simply bombing a group.

Tell them to reject her resume!

If you can't find a job, you can't repeat the lives of your ancestors, and you can't be an ordinary Beta.

In order to find a job and get his life back on track, Sui Yu decides to take down the biggest obstacle first: the Empire.

Let's start over.

Sui Yu is an ordinary Beta.

Although she enjoys public speaking (inspiring and sowing discord), loves fireworks (explosions and vocal art), and has a wide circle of friends (she even has a resistance group), Suiyu firmly believes that she is just an ordinary, model Beta.