Don't Interrupt My Immortal Cultivation

After Lin Wen finished explaining the situation, Yang Shaohu spoke first.

"I think Sheriff Lin's strategy is flawless. Governor Wang Bo'an is currently fighting on three fronts. He has to battle the invaders from the Pope's group, fight against the Council behind him, and also protect the civilians."

"Due to the unfavorable war situation and the numerous casualties among the refugees, Governor Wang has been repeatedly attacked by the Council in the highest meeting."

"Since Governor Wang has not sided with any of the elders, his situation is actually very dangerous."

Qin Luoshuang added, "The newspapers from various regions, besides embellishing the empire's victories, are constantly attacking Governor Wang as useless and incompetent, calling him the empire's only burden and a disgrace."

"The public opinion is also very unfavorable towards him."

Yang Shaohu nodded and smiled friendly at Qin Luoshuang, but he was pinched by Lian Mei, who accompanied him to the meeting.

"Ouch... Ahem, ever since Governor Wang directly ridiculed the Council's absurd methods in the highest meeting, they have listed him as their primary enemy. Old Dog Yu personally devised many plans to strike him, and they have even prepared candidates to replace him."

"Central Province is a crucial node for him. If he controls this place, his influence will connect from the south to the north. At that time, it will be even more unfavorable for us."

"So, by helping Governor Wang, we are actually helping ourselves. Only by overthrowing the Council can the empire welcome a new dawn."

Clap clap clap.

There was sparse applause, with less than 10% of the officials applauding, while the remaining 90% stood dumbfounded.

Overthrowing the Council.

Casually criticizing the Governor.

Daring to discuss the highest Elder Council.

Is this a county-wide meeting? Am I not just a town-level official?

Most officials had never experienced such an exciting meeting before, and their minds were filled with confusion:

Who am I? Where am I? Who is clapping?

Lin Wen symbolically clapped a few times and then said, "Now let's quickly discuss the issue of receiving refugees."

Huang Mingxiao, the director of the Civil Affairs Department, had experience in resettling 300,000 disaster victims. He was the most concerned and had the most say in this matter.

He said, "We currently have sufficient supplies. More than 200,000 tents and many living materials left from the temporary resettlement sites are still stored in the warehouse."

"The Civil Affairs Department currently has over 1,000 officials and staff members, all of whom have rich experience in resettlement work. I believe we are fully capable of accommodating 500,000 refugees."

Yang Shaohu said, "The construction of the Second Hospital and the Third Hospital will be completed soon. If Miss Xia can recruit enough medical staff as soon as possible, our medical system will not be overwhelmed."

Xia Xiaoxiang smiled and said, "Please rest assured, I will do it."

Everyone enthusiastically discussed, and one difficulty after another was resolved.

Under Xia Xiaoxiang's deliberate guidance, the other officials quickly let go of their concerns and joined the discussion, offering suggestions and strategies.

Xia Xiaoxiang fully played the role of an organizer, acting as the host and connecting everyone, making the meeting lively and colorful.

In the heated discussion of the crowd, the task of resettling 500,000 refugees, which should not be underestimated in any region, was broken down and dismantled into trivial matters, easily solved by corresponding officials.

Suddenly, many people realized that this seemingly incredible task became so simple under the cooperation of everyone.

Lin Wen was filled with joy.

Finally, finally, the day has come. The hard work of the laborers has brought about good karma, and he will reap the benefits.

Keep up the good work, laborers. As long as you work hard, the boss will soon become a True Immortal and become the master of the Great Dao.

By then, even a tiny bit leaking from between Lin Wen's fingers will be enough for you to feast on.

Haha!

In less than an hour, all the work of resettling 500,000 refugees had been assigned.

The resettlement site was chosen in the area below Huai Town, above Shangxi Town, on the barren land in between.

The land was vast and surrounded by mountains on three sides, sheltered from the cold wind. It was where Lin Wen had captured the Phoenix Nest on a barren mountain.

Most importantly, the barren land was close to the county highway, making it convenient for resettlement. It was also not far from Huai Town, facilitating the provision of supplies. It could be said to be a triple win.

As the discussion was about to end and everyone was ready to wrap up, Old Xie suddenly stood up and sang a different tune.

"We don't have enough money! With your methods, accommodating 500,000 refugees would cost an average of 6 million per day!"

"And currently, our average daily expenditure is as high as 36 million! Adding 500,000 refugees, the total would be 420 million! In a month, it would be 1.26 billion! And our funds on the books are almost depleted! The income is far from this amount!"

Lin Wen asked unhappily, "Is the petty cash depleted?"

The officials present looked embarrassed, and Qin Luoshuang covered her face. She knew that every time she had a conversation with Lin Wen in the official field, it would be like this.

"It's depleted." She answered because she was in charge of the petty cash.

"It's depleted." It wasn't Lin Wen who first stood up, but Xiao Xiao. "The money I worked so hard to earn is gone so quickly."

Qin Luoshuang couldn't be bothered to explain. "Go ask him."

She pointed at Qi Mu, who was shrinking in the corner. His face quickly turned red. "Ah, I just bought a few large machines."

Old Xie had long been dissatisfied with the so-called Network Technology Department. As soon as he got the chance, he started complaining.

"Do you know how expensive those large machines are? Do you know how expensive it is to lay dedicated lines? Your damn Intel 4 processors are expensive, don't you know? It's not like Sheriff Lin said it's a top priority project, so I won't approve it for you."

"Alright."

Lin Wen stopped Old Xie's complaints. "Now, report how much money is left on the books and the income."

Old Xie said angrily, "There is a total of 840 million on the books, and a part of it came from the petty cash due to the pork incident."

Speaking of this, he glared fiercely at Xiao Xiao, who didn't back down and glared back at him.

Old Xie continued, "Among the government's revenue, the tax revenue has seen a significant increase, averaging about 3.6 million per day. The Changshan Steel Factory makes a profit of about 1.1 million per day, and the Alibaba Company makes about 7 million per day. The total is only about 11.7 million."

Lin Wen fell silent for a moment. The gap was too large. He had already initiated two projects, so why was there still a shortage of funds?

After pondering for a while, he asked, "What about the Flying Sword Workshop?"

Zhao Pengyuan from the Imperial Capital Office replied, "Sheriff Lin, the equipment is still being adjusted, and we are currently encountering some difficulties..."

Lin Wen interrupted, "I understand."

He turned to ask, "Qi Mu, why is the profit of Blue Moon Legend so low?"

Qi Mu was taken aback, "Sheriff Lin, is it low? Our daily download volume is skyrocketing, and countless people are paying by phone..."

Lin Wen interrupted, "How many downloads?"

Qi Mu replied, "The daily average is about 40,000 to 50,000, and the average number of online users per day has exceeded 80,000. The second new server is being prepared. We are already the most popular online game in the empire..."

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"That's not right." Lin Wen frowned, "This volume is too low."

He turned to ask the people from the publicity department, "How did you promote it?"

One of the four heads, Cao Yuan, replied, "Sheriff Lin, we have already launched pop-up ads on the internet. The film, advertisement design, and promotional short films are still in preparation..."

"Still in preparation?" Lin Wen had no patience for his nonsense, "I give you three days. I want to see the advertisement of a golden armored warrior wielding a big sword in any first-tier city!"

The four heads of the publicity department shuddered, knowing that they had incurred Sheriff Lin's dissatisfaction and could not delay any longer.

Fortunately, Sheriff Lin had already told them the key points and methods of the advertisement, and after this period of experience, they also understood the appeal of this game.

The four looked at each other, all determined to make a big splash. Otherwise, their limelight would be completely overshadowed by the Finance Department, Security Bureau, and Organization Department. Even the newly established Development and Reform Commission was showing signs of overtaking them.

The once thriving publicity department was now being placed under the Organization Department and messed up by a young girl, which they could not swallow.

"Alright, that's it."

Lin Wen clapped his hands, deciding to end the meeting.

Old Xie immediately started howling again, "Sheriff Lin! We don't have enough money! There's a daily shortfall of over 30 million, we can't possibly earn that back! And this advertisement is going to cost even more money, their methods are too extravagant, we must save, the standard for refugees must be lowered, lowered to 2 million a day..."

Huang Mingxiao immediately retorted, "2 million means each refugee only gets 4 yuan a day."

"What's wrong with that? When there were 30 disaster victims, it was also 1.2 million, 4 yuan a day!"

Huang Mingxiao's face immediately turned red, "That was when we had no money! Now..."

"Now we still have no money!" Old Xie shouted, "If we could do 4 yuan then, we can do it now!"

He turned his head, trying to seek Lin Wen's support, "Sheriff Lin, am I right?"

Lin Wen, however, suddenly said, "I almost forgot, Huang Mingxiao, raise the living standard for the refugees by two levels."

Old Xie was stunned.

Huang Mingxiao, however, was overjoyed, "Alright, Sheriff Lin, that would be 20 yuan a day, 12 yuan for food, 8 yuan for other supplies, a total of 10 million a day."

"Alright, let's leave it at that. The focus of our work will continue to be the development of Changshan County and refugee aid."

Before Old Xie could recover, Lin Wen quickly slipped out.

The new officials had never seen such a bizarre meeting. They found it both novel and thrilling, as if they, as minor officials, had also stepped into the struggle of the empire's upper echelons, openly overthrowing the council and claiming that the elders had problems.

However, a few people were beginning to have second thoughts.

After all, not everyone dared to oppose the council.

Everyone gradually left the venue, and no one noticed, including the preoccupied Qin Luoshuang.

The last to leave was Xia Xiaoxiang, with a burning flame in her eyes.