I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse-Chapter 1057 - 1156: Perfect Fall Guy

Bullshit, anyone can do it, but the person in charge definitely can’t be me!

Isn’t this obviously a scapegoat? If something happens, you have to take the blame, and if it turns out well, that’s expected. Who cares about such a thankless job?

Jing Shu thought for a moment, looking at Jun Bao, her mind racing about scapegoats.

The second and third in command of Wu City won’t work, because they’re busy with production and other chaotic matters. The fourth in command now is Mrs. Jing’s boss, Niu, who also doesn’t have time for this now.

Anyone of lower status wouldn’t have the authority.

Damn it!

Does that mean I really have to take charge?

Usually, she’s fine with giving some suggestions and delegating tasks, but to solve this matter every day, where would she find the time?

But with such a mess, who else can she pass it to?

Just as Jing Shu’s eyes darted around, coincidentally, Gold Dominator excitedly came over, "Uncle, the sow is pregnant! Last time, I don’t know what Jing Shu fed them, but after that, they got pregnant! Hahaha, we’re going to have pork to eat!"

Just as he ran over, he saw Jing Shu and Jun Bao staring at him, their expressions unreadable.

Gold Dominator coughed, touched his cheek, and his smile faded, "Well—sorry, did I interrupt your conversation? Should I—leave?"

In the past, Gold Dominator wasn’t afraid of Jing Shu at all; in fact, he somewhat looked down on her.

But after going through many things, especially the mudslide, when Jing Shu not only saved his life but also provided good food and drink, he began to change his view.

Ever since he saw Jing Shu’s fierce side, he always felt a little intimidated when he saw her.

"Come back." Jun Bao waved his hand.

Gold Dominator stood still again, looking at the two with some unease, wondering if he’d interrupted some important secret.

Jing Shu stroked her chin, scrutinizing Gold Dominator, who was in his twenties and still without a proper job, but his father was Jin Tianci, once the ruler of Wu City.

However, due to poor health, he stepped down to recuperate, leaving his brother-in-law Jun Bao to take over Wu City. Of course, the Jun Family also had considerable influence in the Imperial Capital, rumored to have been demoted to Wu City after a setback.

Though Gold Dominator wasn’t very useful, his parents’ backing was strong, his uncle’s energy was substantial, and most importantly, he himself wasn’t very useful! He was simply a naturally invaluable scapegoat.

Jun Bao thought, as he looked at Gold Dominator, being his sister’s only child, now so grown, yet spending all day mating and raising pigs. The problem was he hadn’t succeeded until Jing Shu stepped in; otherwise, the black pigs might not even be bred yet.

This showed that choosing the right person was very important.

Jing Shu clearly didn’t seem like she wanted to take charge, so pushing someone who would listen to her guidance and sign as the scapegoat was very necessary.

The head of the special team didn’t need a resume. If this messed up, at worst, he could clean it up, but if it went well, at least his nephew could use it as a stepping stone to inherit a position within the family system.

The two quickly thought it over, and Jing Shu said, "I think Little Ba is pretty good, suitable in many ways."

At least he’s dumb, and if he doesn’t understand, he won’t give random pointers, unlike those who know a little and start blabbering nonsense.

Jun Bao nodded, "This kid should be trained a bit; let’s do this. This time, the special project manager will be him, responsible for signing, but you’ll actually control it."

Jing Shu thought for a moment, the scapegoat was in place, but she still needed someone to do the real work, so her makeshift team was set, and she said:

"Then I’d like to appoint Zhang Yicheng as the project director, with the township government handling personnel management recruitment, filling the positions in three days."

Jun Bao: "No problem, do it as you said. I’ll also send one of my secretaries to give you relevant guidance and documents."

This was equivalent to an imperial eunuch announcing an edict; seeing that someone from higher-ups was personally supervising, all channels wouldn’t be difficult for anyone.

The makeshift team was set up, and Jing Shu let out a sigh of relief. Ah, she could lie low like a salted fish for a while again, it was wonderful.

Gold Dominator: "???"

What did you all say? Why did I become responsible for something just by bringing good news?

Gold Dominator: "Can I say something? What exactly do you want me to do? I don’t know how!" He just wanted to be a free-spirited salted fish! As a young master, he had good food and drink, so why would he want to take on some responsibility that didn’t seem quite right?

Jun Bao looked up, his expression calm, "Don’t say anything. Being the person in charge, you don’t need to manage anything, just sign and be the mascot, and everything else will be handled by others."

Gold Dominator held back the words he wanted to say, sobbing internally; was there no human rights anymore?

Then he saw himself being added to a group called "Lungfish Prevention Planning Project Department," and his note was changed to "Chief Signatory."

The second person was Zhang Yicheng, and then four or five more people gradually joined.

Gold Dominator quietly slipped away, originally wanting to complain to his mom about this, only to be beaten up after speaking, and told that if he didn’t do well as the mascot, his mom would personally come—what would she do, needless to say.

Gold Dominator: What a miserable life. Can’t a salted fish live well in the apocalypse?