Wasteland Border Inspector-Chapter 263 - 119: The Contract System, Final Stability!

Chapter 263: Chapter 119: The Contract System, Final Stability!

Cheng Wu, he’s one of us!

Could it be true, does talent really skip a generation?

"Responsibility, responsibility..."

Half an hour has passed.

Ding Yishan flipped through the twenty or so record sheets with a loud rustling sound, making the edges of the paper frayed from his grip.

The regional responsibility system proposed by Cheng Ye was like a seed, taking root and budding in his mind, yet something was missing, making the entire plan like a house without a foundation, unable to be fully realized.

Something is lacking, something crucial!

He stood up irritably and paced back and forth in the office.

The thudding sound of his shoes on the floor seemed like a thorn, making him increasingly restless, so he bent down and took off his shoes and socks, tossing them into the corner, and stepped barefoot onto the cold floor.

The old wall clock ticked away, each tick like a knock on his nerves.

Ding Yishan suddenly turned around and punched the clock, a rare find from a flea market, but now the glass cover shattered and the hands skewed, leaving it utterly silent.

The shirt collar on him felt like a tight noose, making it hard for him to breathe.

He grabbed the collar forcefully, the sound of tearing fabric was particularly sharp in the quiet office, and the shirt was ripped into pieces, thrown on the floor.

Even his pants came off, leaving him nearly in a state of nakedness, without any external interference.

It’s too painful. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

The pain isn’t because the responsibility system is unworkable; quite the contrary, it’s because the implementation is too easy.

He even had a premonition that, as a station chief with no real "voice," if he presented this plan at tomorrow’s meeting, there’d be more than a ninety percent chance it’d be approved on the spot.

But that’s the problem.

The responsibilities are set up for the Outer City, and in the end, the inspection station becomes nothing but a clown!

This system completely distributes power among the migrants, turning the inspection station into mere tools throughout the process, coordinating supplies, maintaining order, getting no benefits, taking on endless responsibilities and unsolvable troubles.

Is this reasonable?

Simply as the upper management of Happiness City, Ding Yishan found it very reasonable; sacrificing one inspection station to achieve the entire city’s expansion was worth it.

But as the station chief, sitting in this position, he had to consider not only the interests of Happiness City but also the existence of the inspection station and the fate of the 150 inspectors.

Wait a minute...

The fate of the inspectors?

In an instant, he whipped his head around, his gaze falling on the distant inspection station through the large floor-to-ceiling window.

Boom.

An indescribable inspiration exploded in his mind, like thunder finally tearing through the clouds after being muffled for so long, pouring rain washing away all other thoughts.

"I understand now!"

"I understand now!!!"

Ding Yishan sprinted back to the desk, snatched a piece of blank paper, grabbed a pen, and started writing rapidly.

Those inspirations, those clever ideas, those thoughts, like floodgates opening, turned into actionable plans under his pen.

Why does he have to make the incoming migrants the main body of responsibility, letting them take charge of a region?

Why, why can’t inspectors be the ones responsible for an area, selecting the immigrants for construction?

Are the inspectors of the Happiness City inspection station weak?

In the entire wasteland, they are renowned.

Everyone knows this inspection station is newly established, everyone knows the inspectors here are esteemed, with extraordinary abilities.

So why not have the inspectors leave the inspection station, leave the buffer zone, to take on the responsibility in the Outer City?

This way, wouldn’t the power firmly rest in the hands of the inspection station?

This way, wouldn’t the inspection station legitimately profit during the construction of the Outer City?

"S-Sir?"

Jiang Chuan, clutching a stack of freshly copied documents, suddenly halted at the office door.

His gaze swept over the office through the open door, and he was utterly shocked.

The mess all over the place, shattered glass, fragments of fabric scattered everywhere, as if invaded by infected bodies.

Behind the desk, Ding Yishan wore only underwear, hair disheveled, ink stains on his face, writing frantically with a maniacal, ghastly smile.

Jiang Chuan’s heart tightened, quickly tossing the copies onto the cabinet beside him, rushing over.

"Sir, maybe you should rest for a bit? The first batch of migrants won’t arrive until the morning after tomorrow, we have all of tomorrow to think and discuss these issues."

Jiang Chuan cautiously advised, his tone filled with worry, "I feel like... you’re too tired, the Extraordinary Ability of the Wanderers is bizarre, maybe it’s even gotten to you."

"Wanderers, Wanderers are great, Wanderers are wonderful!"

Ding Yishan seemed to not hear Jiang Chuan, continuing his manic state, muttering to himself.

He swiftly wrote the last line on the paper, then suddenly lifted his head.

Whew.

A big breath huffed out, Ding Yishan leaned back, sprawling on the office chair, a satisfied look on his face.

That was exhilarating!

If the plan could really be carried out, the inspection station would gain unprecedented development opportunities; maybe it wouldn’t restore the initial status of the first generation station, but it would definitely be ten, hundred times higher than it is now!

But... Were these core ideas really extended from an Intern Inspector’s proposal?