Chapter 126: Harmony between man and nature, extraordinary ticket!
The sound of rain outside the window seems to be isolated in another world.
Fine raindrops hit the glass and drifted in obliquely through the two holes in the wall, leaving a small dark water mark on the ground, but it could not penetrate the stagnant air in the conference room.
There was only the ticking sound of the wall clock, each tick like a heavy hammer hitting my heart.
The knocking made people's breathing slow down a bit, trying to reduce their presence in the meeting room as much as possible.
Lan Ni and Zhao Kai, who had just been arguing over the plan, now seemed to have their bones pulled out. They both huddled in their chairs, their shoulders slightly hunched inward, not daring to even breathe.
Hou Rui and Carlo Dickinson, who had attacked with heavy punches, also restrained their edge.
Hou Rui had changed into a new pair of gold-rimmed glasses at some point. He took out a tissue from his pocket and carefully wiped the shiny lenses.
Carol Dickinson lowered her head slightly, flipping through a folder, her fingers circling aimlessly on the paper.
But the tightly pursed corners of their mouths and the tense jawlines revealed the turmoil in their hearts at the moment.
Once upon a time, there were three major cities in Xingfu City.
Technology, transcendence, checkpoints.
Control the three directions of development, external affairs, and internal stability.
In theory, the resettlement and screening of migrants and refugees is the main business of the checkpoint.
But after so many years and step-by-step development, everyone has forgotten about it.
Until now, when Ding Yishan stood up and laid out the word "responsibility" in the open, everyone suddenly realized a forgotten fact:
Among all the departments in Xingfu City, it seems that only the checkpoint is not qualified to make excuses?
The Works Department can blame the workers sent by the Human Resources Department for being stupid, and the Human Resources Department can blame the training funds for being too tight and the requirements for being too high.
The Industrial Development Department can blame the problem on outdated equipment and insufficient production capacity, and even accuse the Resources Department of poor supply.
Regardless of whether the tasks of various departments are completed well or poorly, they can always find some excuses to justify themselves. At the very least, they will shirk their responsibilities, and at the worst, they will pass the buck. They have their own philosophy of survival.
But, not at the checkpoint.
But, the inspector can’t do that!
Because if they are not responsible, the source of infection will spread like weeds, growing wildly along the gaps in the buffer zone and breaking through the defense line overnight.
Because if they pass the buck, the entire Happy City will lose its foothold in the wasteland.
After all, if we can’t even protect the most basic security, what’s the point of talking about development and external relations?
But why didn't anyone realize this before?
It was not until Ding Yishan suddenly became "hard" that everyone woke up belatedly.
Seeing that no one spoke for a long time, Yuan Gang's eyes darkened and slowly scanned the entire audience.
From front to back, from left to right.
His gaze was neither hurried nor slow, yet it carried an invisible pressure, as if it could penetrate the skin and flesh and reach the deepest part of the human heart.
Those who were trying to force themselves to flip through documents and pretend to think all lowered their heads at the same time as if invisible hands were pressing on the back of their necks.
It seemed as if there was also extraordinary power in this gaze.
A bit funny.
A group of people who usually call the shots in various departments are discussing and analyzing, but when it comes to someone really having to stand up and take all the consequences, no one dares to raise their head.
Why?
Because no matter how well the house is built or how comfortable the migrants live in it, the credit will not go to them.
In the past, this would have been just a routine task "carried out according to plan."
Once the plan is drawn up, the people below will follow the process and if something goes wrong, they will blame the construction workers or complain about bad weather, insufficient materials, or non-cooperation of the migrants.
As long as you want to find an excuse, you can always find ten thousand reasons to excuse it.
But if you really step forward to take on this responsibility, it would be like nailing yourself to the fire pit.
Who can guarantee that there will be no accidents in the process?
This is not a game. You can't just click "Execute Plan" and get rows of neat houses.
A monster emerges from the fog, an infection breaks out, or there is conflict among the migrants.
Any possibility may cause the entire construction plan to be halted at any time.
So, who dares to take this responsibility?
Who can guarantee that the hundreds of thousands of people who are about to migrate here can be properly accommodated and protected from freezing, starvation and chaos?
Who dares to say that even if something goes wrong in the end, even if they have to face Yuan Gang's accountability, the anger of a group of extraordinary people, and the resentment of the migrants, they will never shirk responsibility or pass the buck?
No one dares.
"Since everyone has concerns and doesn't want to wade into this mess and contribute to our Happy City, it seems I need to appoint a team and a team leader to resolve this matter."
Yuan Gang spoke again, his voice filled with unquestionable authority.
Then his eyes fell precisely on Ding Yishan: "Stationmaster Ding, is there any problem with you being the leader of the housing construction team?"
“There’s a problem!”
The rebuttal sounded almost the moment Yuan Gang finished speaking, like a thunderclap in the silent conference room.
What the hell?
Everyone was stunned. So tough?
What happened to Ding Yishan today that he actually dared to confront the deputy city lord head-on?
Even Carlo Dickinson, who always liked to criticize Ding Yishan, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Ding Yishan out of the corner of his eye.
Although everyone knows that Yuan Gang has absolute double standards towards extraordinary people and ordinary people.
If any extraordinary person dares to rely on his strength to act arrogantly here, he will definitely be slapped away by him to wake up.
But when faced with different opinions from ordinary people, he often forgets that he is an extraordinary person.
Be less aggressive and listen patiently.
But this does not mean that Yuan Gang is a robot without temper. He will continue to fight hard, and in the end, the winner will definitely be decided.
By then, Ding Yishan, an ordinary person without extraordinary powers, would probably be in trouble.
The atmosphere in the conference room became increasingly tense.
Ding Yishan's face was serious. He placed his hands flat on the table, slightly exerting force on his knuckles. He stared straight at Yuan Gang without dodging.
"City Lord Yuan, I'm the stationmaster of this checkpoint, responsible for protecting the buffer zone. I can be a team leader, but who will shoulder the responsibilities of the checkpoint? If something goes wrong, who will shoulder the responsibility?"
Responsibility again!
This kind of blatant questioning is again put out in the open!
If everyone was still a little confused by the previous question, then when this sentence was uttered, how could the savvy people here not appreciate it?
Are they planning to use this as an excuse to divide the power in the outer city?
But is it so direct?
Let’s not talk about whether the people here are willing or not, let’s just talk about Yuan Gang, will the deputy city lord agree?
"If you leave, can't Harlin take over?"
Yuan Gang continued to ask, his tone expressing neither joy nor anger.
"Harlin can take over, but who will take over the monitoring of the two North-South Expressway stations?"
Ding Yishan refused to budge, his tone suddenly rising. "The number of migrants is too large. The Central Station alone cannot handle it. The North and South Stations must immediately start diverting traffic. Daily traffic exceeding 10,000 people is normal. If there is any oversight at these two stations and the source of infection spreads, the risk will be ten times greater than that of building an outer city."
"City Lord Yuan, who will take on this risk?"
"interesting."
Yuan Gang suddenly smiled. His smile was very shallow, but it was like a crack, loosening the tense air for a moment.
After thinking about it, he chose to get straight to the point, just like the last time he asked Yu Hong.
"Stationmaster Ding, if you have anything to say, please speak directly. I said at yesterday's migration meeting that the construction of the outer city requires the efforts of the entire city, and no department can escape the responsibility."
"If anyone has any opinions or ideas, please feel free to speak up. I'll take responsibility for any mistakes and I guarantee no one will dare to hold me accountable later."
"City Lord Yuan, I don't have any special ideas."
Ding Yishan's eyes slowly scanned the area before finally returning to Yuan Gang. "I simply feel that continuing this discussion is a complete waste of time. It won't be of any real help to our subsequent work of resettling the migrants."
"Okay, well said." Yuan Gang actually stood up and applauded.
Paired with his simple and capable washed long gown and wide-leg linen trousers, it seemed as if he was not in a conference room deciding the fate of hundreds of thousands of people, but in the classroom hearing a student answer a difficult question. The satisfaction he felt was natural and pure.
only.
The applause sounded a bit harsh in the silent conference room.
In the past, perhaps everyone present would immediately stand up and applaud, and then carry Ding Yishan to a higher place, forcing him to explain everything today, and preferably let him take all the responsibility.
But today, no one dared to move.
Why?
Because Ding Yishan's behavior was too abnormal.
The checkpoint chief who always followed Liu Kun, spoke softly and was even a little timid, seemed like a different person, making people feel as if Xingfu City had returned to the three-way balance of power in the past.
He dared to mention Cheng Wu, dared to confront the deputy city lord, and dared to expose everyone's excuses in public.
The sharp aura all over his body that makes it clear to everyone that if you have the guts, come and try.
Because the mess of hundreds of thousands, nearly a million migrants, is too exaggerated.
According to the information sent back this morning, the traveler did not stop after arriving at Yueye Sanctuary City. He continued to rush towards the border of Shi Province and seemed to be going to the neighboring Hai Province.
However, more and more people are affected by his transit, and the predicted number of people has continued to rise.
From the initial guaranteed amount of 500,000, to 700,000, 800,000 and nearly one million!
The increase in population is not a simple matter of building a few buildings or paving a few roads.
It is about creating a living space for a group of people who have nothing in the rain, mud, and unknown risks.
If anything goes wrong in any of these links, it may trigger a chain reaction, and no one can guarantee that they can escape unscathed.
Because if just a little bit of these troubles falls on them, they will become a mountain that will crush them.
Moreover, after Yuan Gang said this, Ding Yishan had the ability to legitimately drag any person or department into the water.
Whoever dares to fight will die together with you!
"What a waste of time. Well said!"
Yuan Gang stopped clapping, exhaled slightly, and said with a look of relief, "I haven't heard anyone say these four words here for a long time."
Before he finished speaking, a slight air flow fluctuation suddenly appeared in the conference room.
No one saw clearly what Yuan Gang did.
It was neither a burst of energy like Hou Rui's, nor a grand spectacle like Carlo Dickinson's.
In just a breath, everyone in the same row with Ding Yishan felt their bodies shake slightly, and it seemed as if a layer of gauze was covering their eyes.
When the trance wore off, everyone was shocked to find that the seats and tables on the left had all been relocated.
Carlo Dickinson was originally sitting at the front row on the right. When she looked up and turned around, she found that there was someone sitting on her right.
Everyone in the extraordinary faction around him, including Zhao Kai, also moved back.
The originally neat queue seemed to be pushed by an invisible hand, leaving only the front row empty.
And Ding Yishan was sitting steadily in the front position!
this.
Many people's faces suddenly changed, and their fingers holding the pen tightened suddenly.
The change of seats may not be completely equivalent to the distribution of power in the outer city, but in this conference room that symbolizes the decision-making core of Xingfu City, the front and back of the seats represent the weight of the next words and the degree to which they are valued.
How many years?
Since Cheng Wu left, the checkpoint has been moved back and forth again.
From the front to the back, and from the back to the center, over and over again, he never made it into the top five.
Even during the years when the Idealists were in charge, with the support of the three elders, Checkpoint just sat quietly in the position of today's Idealists, never getting involved in the power vortex of Happiness City, and only guarding its own piece of land.
But today, Ding Yishan has changed, and the checkpoint has also changed.
Yu Hong at the end of the table twitched his eyes, a hint of interest flashed across his face, he put his elbows on the table, crossed his hands, and a barely perceptible curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The Ding Yishan of today is the same Ding Yishan of that time.
Ding Yishan, the idealist who was in charge, still dared to carry the banner of the original intention faction and resist.
Others may not have seen Ding Yishan's edge and only think of him as a conscientious "good guy".
But he was different, he had seen it, with his own eyes.
"Stationmaster Ding, sitting here is the best way to match what you are going to say next."
Yuan Gang sat down with a gentle expression, the hem of his long gown drooping gently. He turned to look at Ding Yishan, who was at the head of the line, with just the right amount of expectation in his eyes:
"Could you please tell everyone here what we should do now to avoid wasting time and come up with a practical and feasible result as quickly as possible?"
The dizziness from changing positions continued.
Ding Yishan shook his head and gently pressed his fingertips on the smooth table surface to steady himself.
Old.
Among all the ministers present, his current strength is not the weakest, but it is also among the bottom.
A fifty-year-old man who can't even withstand the wind and rain is indeed approaching retirement age.
He did not speak immediately, but slowly raised his eyes again, his gaze sweeping over everyone present inch by inch like a general sweeping across the battlefield.
It really feels different to sit at the front of the line.
It was different from the past when he sat in the middle, looking up at everyone as if to seek their opinion, and even had to think carefully before speaking.
At this moment, he was high above the ground, and even the light from the ceiling lamp seemed to be leaning towards him, illuminating every subtle expression on everyone's face clearly.
He rarely felt the weight of life and death, and felt the thrill of holding great power.
When he looked at him, even the usually arrogant Hou Rui subconsciously adjusted his glasses, as if to avoid the invisible edge.
Several ministers who always liked to cause trouble for the checkpoint in the past quietly lowered their heads, scribbling on the documents with their fingertips, not daring to look him in the eye.
that power?
Ding Yishan's Adam's apple rolled slightly. It was indeed a wonderful thing.
Even Liu Kun, an extraordinary person, has never been so powerful in the conference room.
But precisely because of this, he was able to remember more clearly where this power came from.
It’s not because of his title as webmaster, nor because he has any extraordinary abilities.
It is the checkpoint behind him, the inspectors, the ordinary residents who need to be protected, and the outsiders who know the reputation of the Happiness City Checkpoint.
This is the foundation that has been accumulated bit by bit since Cheng Wu's generation, through more than 30 years of hard work in the buffer zone.
This respect was earned by prosecutors who sacrificed their lives on the job.
This right to speak was not given by Yuan Gang, nor was it conceded by Hou Rui and Carol Dickinson.
Before Cheng Ye reminded him, before Xingzhe influenced him, he had never really realized this.
But now, he felt it, as clearly as if he had opened a glass window and felt the wind and rain beating against him with his body.
But now, he realized it, and the hot blood in his heart was pounding wildly, pushing his face to blush.
The changes in seats, the fear of the crowd, and Yuan Gang's acquiescence all silently prove that
Change!
Wow.
The power belonging to the walker surged again.
It was no longer a vague throbbing, but a clear current of heat, rising all the way from the dantian, making the chest feel stuffy, and rushing to the throat with a burning and itchy feeling, as if it would burst through the teeth in the next second.
But when he really opened his mouth, the power was like a clear spring, rushing up to his eyebrows and pouring down along his spine to his limbs and bones.
All the fatigue, hesitation, and self-doubt that had accumulated over the years were washed away in this clear spring.
Yuan Gang sat upright in the main seat, his slightly raised eyebrows slightly frowned, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He stretched out his hand slightly and pressed forward, and the entire conference room fell completely silent, even the sound of breathing was blocked out.
He looked at Ding Yishan calmly, his eyes as still as a deep pool, as if he was observing a plant that had been dry for a long time and finally got rained on, watching how the curled up branches and leaves slowly stretched out in the sweet rain.
But some people in the audience suddenly changed their expressions, especially several ministers who had been stuck at the fourth step for more than ten years. At this moment, they all widened their eyes, their faces showing shock, sudden realization, and finally disbelief.
What?
This. How is this possible?
But the reality is happening right in front of them!
Under everyone's gaze, Ding Yishan slowly let out a long sigh in less than half a minute.
His appearance hadn't changed at all, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes hadn't faded away, but the energy between his brows seemed to have been infused with new vitality.
The turbid eyes regained their sharpness, the sagging shoulders straightened up, and the whole person seemed to have suddenly become twenty years younger.
He. Has he achieved unity between man and nature?
For warriors outside, the unity of man and nature simply means that they have entered the final realm of the new martial arts, which means that their strength and skills have reached the peak.
But for everyone present, the unity of man and nature has a more important meaning. It means that the ideals held in their hearts are completely solidified and will no longer waver.
Ding Yishan officially obtained a "ticket" to the extraordinary.
Even the weakest ticket has a 30% chance of resisting pollution from the extraordinary.
It was several times higher than his previous success rate of less than half!
"Yes, the migrants are an opportunity. They will bring changes to Happy City and to everyone present. It depends on whether you can seize this opportunity."
Yuan Gang slowly withdrew his hand, and the breathing sounds in the conference room began to flow again.
His eyes swept over the ministers who were still in shock, and finally landed on Ding Yishan. His tone was filled with a hint of approval: "Stationmaster Ding, please speak."
"good!"
Ding Yishan responded, not knowing what kind of shock he had caused.
He only felt that the burning power in his chest had finally found a home, turning into a quiet warm current, making every breath feel more solid.
"Now, if we don't want to waste time, we need to set a deadline."
Ding Yishan said solemnly, "From now on, I hope everyone's speeches will focus solely on their own departments and tell others how they can help with the upcoming wave of migration."
"I hope that before each department head speaks, he or she must think carefully about whether they can be held accountable for what they say and whether they can bear the consequences."
He paused, then stood up and said, "Okay, let me start."
"For the next wave of migration, the checkpoint can deploy 30 to 60 inspectors, each responsible for the resettlement of at least 8,000 people. This will ensure the smooth progress of construction, prevent large-scale chaos, and ensure that all inbound personnel are thoroughly screened."
More than ten assurances and more than ten heavy responsibilities were made in a row.
Finished.
He leaned forward slightly, a gleam in his eyes brighter than the overhead light:
"I've finished speaking, who's in favor, who's against!"
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