Chapter 119: Lump-sum contract system, the final stability!
The more a system that is only discussed on paper develops in a grand direction, the more valuable it is for reference.
Because the listeners only need to take the essence and remove the dross, think about the special points of this system, and they can extract measures with practical significance from it.
But at the beginning, Cheng Ye deliberately slowed down his output speed, trying to make every sentence clear and easy to understand.
But the more I talked, the more my thoughts became, like a dredged river, smoother and clearer.
One wild idea after another came to mind, and the details about zoning, power constraints, and reward and punishment gradients seemed to have been stored in his mind for a long time, waiting to be poured out at this moment.
Jiang Chuan stared down at the paper, the movement of his right hand holding the pen almost becoming an afterimage.
Half a step to transcendence, so terrifying!
The rustling sound of the pen tip moving across the paper was almost continuous, and it actually kept up with the speed at which Cheng Ye spoke, not even missing out on the details that were added on the spur of the moment.
I don’t know when.
Ding Yishan had already stood up completely from the recliner and walked quietly to the back of the office chair.
He didn't interrupt, but his eyes were fixed on the hands-free defense communication.
His eyes were so sharp that they seemed to want to penetrate the radio waves and see the young man who was talking on the other end.
“This is the lump-sum contract system that I initially conceived.”
Cheng Ye's voice was slightly breathless, and he was inevitably a little tired after such a long period of intense thinking. "There may be many shortcomings. We need to continuously refine the rules based on actual conditions, but this requires more specific data on migrants to complete it."
After saying that, he clenched the slightly hot defense pass and glanced at the time.
Wow, almost twenty-five minutes have passed without me noticing.
He suddenly felt a little guilty. Wouldn't expressing his opinions so violently arouse suspicion at the checkpoint?
After all, his predecessor was recognized as a waste in the inner city and had never been exposed to any management knowledge.
Why was it that after he left the outer city, he suddenly became enlightened and could talk eloquently about construction planning and system design?
However, after changing his mind, Cheng Ye felt relieved again.
Isn't it even stranger that he knew all this, this sudden increase in his military power?
A man who was once weak and powerless turned into a muscular man who could defeat a high-level fusion body in just three months.
Anyone who is interested and takes a quick look will find out how terrifying the changes are.
However, these changes did not arouse suspicion from others, so "understanding this knowledge" is easy to explain.
After all, in the eyes of outsiders, he is a person who loves reading and thinking.
The many books delivered to the ward are the best proof!
"Okay, Inspector Cheng, I've written down everything you said and will immediately hand it over to the stationmaster for review. If there's any further news, I'll update you immediately. Thank you for your support of the inspection station's work and the development of Happiness City."
The twenty or so sheets of white paper spread out on the table were filled with writing. The handwriting was a little shaky because of the hasty recording, but every word was clear.
Jiang Chuan stopped writing and blurted out the cliché without thinking.
He spoke these clichés fluently and naturally. After all, he had been with Ding Yishan for many years and had seen many scenes of welcoming and seeing off guests. It had become an instinct for him.
"Okay then. If you have any further information, please contact me. Thank you."
Cheng Ye's voice came through the receiver, followed by a dead tone as if the phone was hung up.
The last polite sentence "Sorry for bothering you" made Jiang Chuan come to his senses belatedly. He realized that the person he was facing was Cheng Ye, not the fifth or fourth phase inspectors in the checkpoint.
"grown ups."
"Move aside and let me see."
Ding Yishan frowned, sat down on the office chair, grabbed the record paper on the table, and started looking through it from the first page.
He subconsciously wanted to pick up the pen to mark it, but when his hand fell, he realized that this was the original manuscript and quickly withdrew his hand.
"Go make me ten or fifty copies of all of these!"
Ding Yishan's voice was a little hurried, "Hurry up, make a copy and bring it up to me."
"yes!"
Jiang Chuan's heart trembled. He hadn't seen Ding Yishan with this expression for a long time.
I quickly left with the documents. Fortunately, there was a small copier on the first floor of the stationmaster's building. It was very convenient to operate and I made a copy quickly.
Ding Yishan took the copy which still smelled of ink, picked up the pen and began to mark it quickly.
This is how people think.
Once opened, you enter a wonderful state of "flow".
In this state, the speed of thinking may not be much faster than usual, but distracting thoughts will disappear completely, and it is not an exaggeration to say that work efficiency will increase several times.
The tip of the pen skims across the paper, occasionally drawing a long line with a striking emphasis symbol at the back. This is basically the feasible and critical part.
Sometimes a big circle is formed with a question mark next to it, which means that this is content that needs further discussion and improvement.
Sometimes I would just cross out the words with a pen and put a wrong mark on them.
After all, the information Cheng Ye knew was too little, far less comprehensive than what he, the webmaster, had.
Therefore, about 30% of these plans are not very practical and cannot form effective systems.
But the remaining 70% made Ding Yishan secretly amazed.
If we say that Cheng Long has put all his talents into fighting, personal charm and character.
Cheng Ye has put all his talents into intelligence and business ability.
He doesn't look like Cheng Long at all.
Instead, he met the first chief of the checkpoint, Cheng Long's father and Cheng Ye's grandfather.
Cheng Wu is the same type of person!
Is it true that talent is passed down from generation to generation?
"Lump-sum contract, lump-sum contract"
Half an hour passed.
Ding Yishan flipped through more than twenty sheets of record paper, making a rustling sound. The edges of the papers were frayed from being pinched by him.
The regional contracting system proposed by Cheng Ye was like a seed that took root and sprouted in his mind, but something was missing, making the entire plan like a house without a foundation, unable to be fully implemented.
There is still something missing, a key point missing!
He stood up irritably and paced back and forth in the office.
His shoes made a dull squeaking sound as he stepped on the floor. The sound was like a thorn, making him more anxious. He simply bent down to take off his shoes and socks, threw them into the corner, and stepped barefoot on the cold floor.
The old-fashioned wall clock was ticking away, and every sound seemed to strike at his nerves.
Ding Yishan turned around suddenly and punched the wall clock. It was a rare item he had found at a flea market with great difficulty, but at this moment the glass cover shattered, the hands were crooked, and there was no sound at all.
Even the collar of his shirt felt like a tight rope, making it difficult for him to breathe.
He grabbed the collar and exerted force. The sound of fabric tearing was particularly harsh in the quiet office. The shirt was torn into pieces and thrown on the ground.
Even his pants were taken off, and he was almost naked, without any external objects to disturb him.
It's so painful.
This pain is not because the lump-sum contract system is not feasible, on the contrary, it is because the implementation of this system is too easy.
He even had a premonition that even if he, the station chief with little "say", presented this plan at the meeting tomorrow, the probability of it being passed on the spot would be as high as more than 90%.
But that's the problem.
The outer city was built under a contract, and in the end, the checkpoint became a complete clown!
This system completely distributes power to the migrants, turning the checkpoints into mere tools throughout the entire process. They have to coordinate supplies and maintain order, but they don't get any benefits at all. Instead, they are faced with responsibilities that cannot be shirked and troubles that cannot be dealt with.
Is this reasonable?
If he was simply a senior executive of Xingfu City, Ding Yishan felt it was very reasonable. Sacrificing a checkpoint to achieve the expansion of the entire Xingfu City was a good deal.
But he is the chief of the checkpoint. Sitting in this position, he has to consider not only the interests of the entire Happiness City, but also the survival of the checkpoint and the future of the 150 inspectors.
etc.
Where does the prosecutor go from here?
In an instant, he turned his head sharply, his eyes falling on the checkpoint in the distance through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.
boom.
An indescribable inspiration exploded in his mind, like thunder that had been silent for a long time finally tearing through the clouds, and heavy rain poured down, washing away all other thoughts.
"I see!"
"I see!!!"
Ding Yishan rushed back to the table in an instant, grabbed a piece of white paper, picked up a pen and began to write rapidly.
Those inspirations, those clever ideas, those thoughts, like a flood that has been released, have now all turned into plans that can be implemented on paper.
Why must we make foreign migrants the main body and let them take charge of an area?
Why, why can't the inspectors take charge of an area and select outsiders for construction?
Are the inspectors at the Xingfu City checkpoint weak?
It is a well-known presence in the entire wasteland.
Everyone knows that the checkpoint here is a newly established one, and everyone knows that the inspectors here are highly respected and have outstanding abilities.
In this case, it would be better to let the inspectors step out of the small world of checkpoints and buffer zones and take the initiative to go to the outer city to assume responsibilities and obligations.
In this way, wouldn’t the power be firmly in the hands of the checkpoints?
In this way, wouldn't the checkpoint be able to legitimately profit from the construction of the outer city?
"My lord?"
Jiang Chuan was holding a stack of freshly copied documents and walked to the office door when he suddenly stopped.
He glanced around the room through the open door and was completely stunned.
The ground was in a mess, with broken glass and pieces of fabric scattered everywhere, as if it had been invaded by an infected organism.
Behind the desk, Ding Yishan was only wearing his underwear, with messy hair and some ink on his face. He was writing and laughing like a madman, looking hideous and terrifying.
Jiang Chuan's heart tightened, and he quickly threw the copy in his arms onto the cabinet next to him and ran over quickly.
"Sir, would you like to rest for a while? The first group of migrants won't arrive until the morning after tomorrow, and we still have all day tomorrow to think about and discuss these issues."
Jiang Chuan advised cautiously, his tone filled with worry, "I think you're too tired. The Walker's extraordinary ability is so sinister that it might have assimilated you."
"Walker, walker is good, walker is wonderful!"
Ding Yishan seemed not to have heard Jiang Chuan's words. He still looked like a madman, muttering to himself.
He wrote the last line on the paper with a big stroke of his pen, then suddenly raised his head.
call.
After taking a deep breath, Ding Yishan leaned back and collapsed on his office chair with a look of satisfaction on his face.
So cool!
If this plan can be implemented, the checkpoint will have unprecedented development opportunities. It is hard to say whether it can return to the status of the first generation checkpoint, but it will definitely be ten or a hundred times higher than its current status!
But, these core ideas actually originated from a proposal from a trainee inspector?
Ding Yishan was at a loss for a moment, his eyes blank.
Jiang Chuan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he had stopped laughing crazily, but his eyes involuntarily shifted slightly and fell on the piece of paper covered with handwriting.
I saw a line of large characters written at the very top, the ink was not dry yet and the force was visible through the back of the paper.
[Several Opinions on the Inspectorate's Contract for the Construction of the Outer City]
Inspector, all for one package?
Open the door.
There was a slight sound of shoveling coming from the corner of the balcony, and all the flower pots were moved over there.
Wang Kang and Liu Yi were squatting there, one shoveling the soil and the other carefully burying the seeds they had obtained into the soil. The light shone on their side faces, and the room was warm, giving a sense of peace and tranquility.
Luo Xiaoxue was sitting on the sofa, holding a book in her hands and seemingly reading, but her eyes were not really on the pages.
Hearing the door open, she and Wang Kang turned their heads at the same time, with a smile on their faces.
But in Cheng Ye's eyes, that smile seemed somewhat forced, forming a sharp contrast with the innocence on Liu Yi's face.
"Are you okay?" Luo Xiaoxue closed the book and asked first, "Don't be too stressed."
"Small things may still be an opportunity."
Cheng Ye winked and said, "Come, let's eat. I'll teach you how to eat this delicious food."
The beef on the table had thawed. Cheng Ye pretended nothing had happened and pulled out the induction cooker to boil water.
Li Changfeng brought a rich variety of seasonings. He picked some to enhance the flavor and poured them into the water.
Soon, a faint fragrance emerged from the pot.
Use a knife to cut the beef into thin slices and arrange them on a plate along the grain.
When everything was ready, except for Liu Yi who was still shoveling the soil enthusiastically, Wang Kang also sat down. However, neither of them had any appetite, and there was obvious worry in their eyes.
Because Cheng Ye's voice was not small when he was talking in the room, especially the crazy output at the end, they could vaguely hear a lot.
However, many things are difficult to hear clearly, and these fragmentary information gradually form a vague outline in their minds.
For example, a few key words: 500,000, more than 500,000, infected individuals, source of infection, large numbers of people, responsible.
With this association, a terrible guess emerged in the minds of the two.
Could it be that before winter even arrives, a wave of infections numbering no less than 500,000 is already heading towards Happiness City?
Steam rose above the induction cooker, covering half of the table.
The silence slowly heated up like hot water in a pot.
Luo Xiaoxue was still able to suppress her doubts, but Wang Kang finally couldn't hold it in any longer and leaned forward to ask, "Brother Cheng, is a wave of infection coming?"
"A wave of infection?"
Cheng Ye was stunned for a moment, his face blank, "Where did you hear this news?"
"Didn't you just say that in the room?" Wang Kang pointed to the bedroom, "Something about half a million, infected bodies, and being unstoppable."
"What did I just say?"
Cheng Ye was even more confused. After thinking carefully for a long time, he waved his hands, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Don't think too much about the infection wave. It's the population. 500,000 people are going to migrate here."
"What?"
This time it was Luo Xiaoxue's turn to lose her voice. The chopsticks in her hand clanged against the edge of the bowl and she exclaimed in surprise:
"A population of five hundred thousand?"
"Well, this is a long story. If I want to explain it to you, I have to start from last night."
It’s indeed a long story.
Because no one could have imagined that he had gone to Xinhuo Sanctuary last night, riding around on his flying wings late at night, and when he went to visit the checkpoint, he happened to run into someone affected by the Walker.
When I came back this morning, I happened to find the same backpack at the entrance of the checkpoint. I followed the clues to trace the traveler and finally stirred up this mess.
If I tell this to others, I'm afraid no one will believe it.
Cheng Ye himself found it outrageous, like a string of coincidences forced together by fate.
But that's how life is. You never know which will come first, an accident or tomorrow, and you never know whether there will be a turning point hidden in seemingly troublesome things.
Right now, the appearance of the traveler is not a disaster, but rather an opportunity for Happy City.
Even though many people feel a little uneasy, there is no way to escape and they can only face reality.
After quickly recounting last night's wonderful experience, I also talked about the views I had just expressed with Jiang Chuan.
Seeing that the two were completely stunned and unable to recover for a long time, Cheng Ye smiled and picked up a few slices of beef and put them into the pot.
Steam spread before his eyes, carrying with it the subtle aroma of Yasha beef.
I don't know why.
He had a vague premonition that such peaceful days would not come again for a long time.
"I just hope that God will protect us and that there won't be any more troubles besides the migrants!"
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