Chapter 287: Changing the Administrative Apparatus

The staff member’s suggestion inspired many ideas among the staff present in the meeting room. They proposed all kinds of measures one after another. They then began to argue fiercely and almost rushed in to beat each other up.

Fortunately, Elric remembered a Lord Divine Envoy was still sitting in a high-ranking position. He spoke up in time to stop that crazy bunch. Sane waited for everyone to calm down before he said:

"Your methods are not impossible, but they must be combined and arranged in a reasonable order to achieve optimal effectiveness."

He sat up straight. He curled his finger, tapping on the tabletop: "For example, Paul proposed the idea of letting humans face the reality of non-humans’ bloodthirstiness, and as for that guy over there, what is your name again?"

The singled-out staff member jolted. He puffed out his chest and said: "Lord, my name is George."

Sane nodded: "Mhm, George. Your idea is to launch a propaganda campaign, right? Not bad either. The effectiveness will be much better if you place the propaganda campaign before the practical experience."

Sane stood up and pulled the wooden board down. He used colored chalk to write on the board:

"First, the City Hall currently only has general Departments, operating extremely chaotically. I will break these Departments down into smaller divisions now. Each division will be further divided into offices. Currently, the Departments are working together in the City Hall office, which is very messy and prone to document mix-ups. Elric, you are responsible for approving the construction of three additional administrative headquarters for the Department of Labor. Each headquarters must be at least one hundred meters apart."

"Regarding the current administrative structure, it will be divided as follows.

First, the Mayor’s Office. Its location will remain at the City Hall. The Mayor’s Office only needs a Mayor’s room and a secretariat. Each person in the secretariat will be divided into different groups or teams, in charge of different tasks but all sharing the common goal of serving the Mayor. Big and small matters in the city will be categorized by the secretariat and then submitted to the Mayor for approval." Sane glanced at Elric: "The Mayor is already the highest position. Do not bother the high council unless it is a true dead end."

The implication was [Do your own work, do not bother my husband and me at every turn.]

Elric rubbed his nose embarrassedly. Sane continued his presentation:

"The Departments will also have to assign heads to run the apparatus. The head of a Department will be called the Director; the head of a division will be called the Division Head; the head of an office will be called the Office Head; the heads of teams, groups, and squads will be called Team Leader, Group Leader, and Squad Captain."

Paul rubbed his wrist, which was slightly sore from keeping it raised to record every word Sane said. Sane glanced at the boy and said: "Don’t you know to rest it on something?"

Paul blushed and scratched his head. Seeing this, Ivy immediately ran to the water room and brought in a low stool for Paul to rest his bracelet on. Sane glanced at the administrative staff below again: "We just discussed the issue of not pushing work onto non-humans, yet you let a non-human child record the meeting while you yourselves sit and watch?"

The whole crowd, swept by his freezing gaze, hurriedly opened their bags to take out notebooks and pens, and started writing furiously. Sane snorted coldly. He gave them five minutes to take notes before continuing.

"Now we will proceed to divide the Departments. First is the Department of Administration. This Department is divided into three divisions.

One, the Human Resources Division. This division is exclusively responsible for the City Hall’s internal human resources. From this Human Resources Division, it is divided into four offices: one is the HR administrative office of the Department of Administration, two is the HR administrative office of the Department of Labor, three is the HR administrative office of the Department of Public Security, four is the HR administrative office of the Department of Social Security.

Two, the Finance Division. This division will be responsible for receiving, tallying, proposing, and settling all tasks requiring money. After being approved by the Division Head, it will be sent to the Mayor’s Office for the Mayor’s approval. Once the Mayor approves, it will be brought to the Accounting Division to collect the money.

Three, the Accounting Division. People say you can offend anyone but do not offend the accountants, because they are the ones holding the money. All the money of the entire city, including salaries, food expenses, subsidies, circulating capital, etc., is held by this division. Even the Mayor cannot wring a single coin from the public fund if he violates the procedure. This division needs the strictest recruitment. Understand?"

The whole crowd nodded vigorously, secretly thinking about how to recruit people. Holding the entire city’s money, the recruited people must be truly upright. But upright people often hold grudges... Oh my, what a headache!

"Next are the Department of Labor, the Department of Public Security, and the Department of Social Security. The divisions are identical to the Department of Administration, but the hierarchy will be smaller. This means the operations of these Departments must pass the approval of the Department of Administration and the Mayor’s Office."

"In addition, establish three new Departments: the Department of Education, the Department of Culture and Arts, and the Department of Military Affairs..."

For an entire morning, Sane erased the board three times and wrote anew, arranging the work meticulously bit by bit. At the end of the meeting, he dug out a few travelogues Kaelen had written previously, such as "Rokley’s Adventures," "The Glorious Era," "The Journey to Find New Lands," "The King’s Sword," and so on... and handed them over to Elric.

The Dwarves had made thermoelectric loudspeakers, which normally only played folk songs or read some breaking news. Adding radio dramas now would definitely be well-received. Furthermore, there was no propaganda method more effective than plays.

"After the Department of Culture and Arts is established, hand this to them. To be safe, just set up a broadcasting station first, turn the stories in here into radio drama scripts, and broadcast them during breaks. In addition, you can also encourage staff to write scripts themselves. Every script approved by the Mayor’s Office will receive royalties. Right, this book is my original copy. Remember to return it after finishing the script. If even a single page is scratched, I will hold you accountable."

Sane gulped down a whole cup of water, massaging his sore throat from talking too much. Elric respectfully received the travelogue collection, then hurriedly went outside. The brats had not left yet; they seemed to be waiting for Sane. Sane glanced over:

"Why aren’t you going to have lunch and then go back to work? What are you standing there for?"

The children were startled and ran away like smoke. They were used to always sticking closely to Kaelen. Now that Sane was the leader, they still kept that habit. Sane clicked his tongue, muttering:

"Why is there no self-awareness at all? Not even a fraction of our kids."

He stood up and stretched, strolling back to his and Kaelen’s residence. Kaelen personally cooked today. When Sane arrived, Kaelen was making sour pickled mustard fish soup.

Sane walked behind him, pulling his mate into his embrace: "It smells so good. It has been a long time since I ate my wife’s cooking."

Kaelen chuckled: "Why is your voice as hoarse as a drake’s?"

Sane wrinkled his nose: "This group’s aptitude is too poor. I had to explain in detail like teaching a class. Even teachers get breaks between periods, but I talked for a whole morning."

Kaelen turned around, lightly touching Sane’s Adam’s apple. A warm stream of air slipped through the oral cavity and slowly traveled down the vocal cords, soothing the burning pain inside. Sane exhaled a comfortable breath, then nuzzled his head into the crook of Kaelen’s neck.

"Baby, what do you think if we bring people from the Beastman Continent over here? Not bringing our children over, but bringing people who know the work over here, so they can help us guide those smooth-brained fools. You and I still have bigger things to do; we cannot stay in one city like this forever."

Moreover, the two of them were not omnipotent. They only took the responsibility of operating the world according to its proper trajectory, not interfering too deeply in the inner journey. Most of the high-tech items on the Beastman Continent were invented by the continent’s own people. The two of them only stood aside to comment.

To be honest, Kaelen still did not understand the operating process of a blender even now.

The only items he brought over here were probably the sewing machine, the refrigerator, and the pulley water pump. And the process of creating them was operated by the Dwarves. He only provided the method to make saltpeter along with a few preliminary blueprints. And these blueprints were given to him by Crimson’s Research department previously...

Kaelen thought for a moment, feeling that it was quite good. He nodded: "Alright then, tonight we will mentally connect with Edward and Ryder, telling them to dispatch people over."

Before the two of them left, Edward had created an anchor point in their sea of consciousness. However, this anchor point had limited usage, only usable twice. And it required Sane and Kaelen to activate it simultaneously to connect.

It was not because Edward’s ability was insufficient, but because of the world’s law restrictions.

"Right, we cannot let them wander around looking for us; we must create an anchor point right in Lyra city. But currently, your Divine Energy is still sealed. I do not know how many transfers we can create." Kaelen put the ladle down, saying sadly.

Sane shrugged: "Whoever we can get is fine. We are not going to war; what do we need so many people for?"

"That is true." Kaelen nodded, shoving the ladle into Sane’s hand: "You finish stir-frying the vegetables; I am going to make a cake."

Sane helplessly took the ladle. Before letting Kaelen go, he hugged him tightly, leaning down to give him a passionate kiss.