Wasteland Border Inspector-Chapter 262 - 119: The Contract System, Final Stability!

Chapter 262: Chapter 119: The Contract System, Final Stability!

The paper-based system of strategic planning—the more grandiose it unfolds, the more valuable it seems for reference.

For listeners only need to take the essence, discard the dross, and consider the unique points of this system in order to extract practically meaningful measures.

Initially, Cheng Ye intentionally restrained the speed of his output, trying to ensure every sentence was clear and understandable.

But as he continued, his thoughts flowed like dredged waterways, becoming increasingly smooth and clear.

Ideas as wild as flying horses were spoken, those details about district division, balance of power, and reward-punishment gradients seemed to have been stored in his mind all along, waiting to pour out at this moment.

Jiang Chuan lowered his head, staring at the paper, his right hand gripping the pen moved so fast it almost became a blur.

Half-Step Extraordinary, what a terrifying prowess!

The "swoosh" of the pen tip across the paper almost formed a continuous sound, indeed keeping pace with Cheng Ye’s speech, not missing even the temporarily added details.

At some unknown point in time.

Ding Yishan had already risen fully from the deck chair and silently walked to the back of the office chair.

He did not interrupt, just fixed his gaze on the opened speaker Defense Communication.

His sharp eyes seemed to want to penetrate the radio waves and see the young man eloquently speaking on the other end.

"This is the preliminary concept of my contracting system."

Cheng Ye’s voice carried a hint of panting; long periods of high-intensity mental output inevitably brought some fatigue, "There may still be many deficiencies, and the rules need to be continuously detailed in conjunction with actual conditions, but that requires more specific data from the migrants to complete."

After finishing, he squeezed the somewhat hot Defense Communication, glancing at the time.

Good God, unknowingly nearly twenty-five minutes had passed.

He suddenly felt a bit guilty. Would such a furious proposal output arouse suspicion at the checkpoint?

After all, his predecessor in the Inner City was a recognized idiot, and had never been exposed to any knowledge about management.

Why, after leaving the Outer City, did he suddenly seem enlightened, able to eloquently discuss construction planning and system design?

But then he thought again and felt relieved.

Wasn’t the sudden increase in Martial Power even more peculiar than his knowledge?

Someone who couldn’t even kill a chicken, turning into a muscle-bound man capable of taking down an Advanced Fusion Body in just three short months.

Anyone with a mind to check would discover how terrifying the change was.

Yet none of these changes aroused others’ suspicions, so "knowing these things" was even easier to explain.

After all, the way he appeared to outsiders was just someone who loved reading and pondering.

The many books sent to the hospital room were the best proof!

"Okay, Inspector Cheng, I have recorded everything you said and will immediately submit it to the chief for review. If there are further updates, I will synchronize with you as soon as possible. Thank you for your support of the checkpoint’s public affairs and your support for the development of Happiness City."

The more than twenty sheets of white paper spread across the table were filled to the brim, the handwriting slightly wavered from the hurried recording, yet each character was clear.

Jiang Chuan stopped writing and blurted out standard phrases without thinking.

Having said those words fluently and naturally, after working alongside Ding Yishan for so many years, such situations had been seen frequently, it had already become instinctive.

"Alright, please make sure to contact me if there is any further information, and thank you."

Cheng Ye’s voice came through the earpiece, followed by the dial tone of a hung-up call.

Only the final polite "thank you" made Jiang Chuan belatedly realize that he was talking to Cheng Ye, not the Fifth-stage or Fourth-Stage Inspectors of the checkpoint.

"Sir..."

"Move aside, let me take a look."

Ding Yishan furrowed his brows deeply, sat down heavily on the office chair, grabbed the stack of recorded paper, and started reading from the first page.

He instinctively wanted to mark it with a pen, but when his hand fell, he realized it was the original, so he quickly retracted his hand.

"Go make fifty copies of all these!"

Ding Yishan’s voice carried a hint of urgency, "Hurry up, first make a copy and bring it to me."

"Yes!"

Jiang Chuan’s heart tingled, for he hadn’t seen Ding Yishan show this expression in a long time.

He quickly took the documents and left. Fortunately, there was a small copy machine on the first floor of the chief’s building, making it easy to operate, and soon a copy was made.

Ding Yishan took the freshly ink-smelling copy and began to quickly highlight marks.

That’s how the human mind works.

Once opened, it enters a wonderful "flow" state.

In this state, the speed of thought may not increase much compared to usual, but distractions disappear entirely, and work efficiency can improve several fold without exaggeration.

As the pen tip swept across the paper, sometimes it would draw a long line, with an eye-catching mark at the back, indicating a part that was almost feasible and crucial.

Sometimes it circled a large area, with a question mark beside it, indicating content that needed further exploration and refinement.

Occasionally it crossed out text entirely, marking an error.

The information Cheng Ye knew was ultimately too little, not nearly as comprehensive as that grasped by him as the chief.

Therefore, about thirty percent of the plans were impractical, unable to form an effective system.

But the remaining seventy percent made Ding Yishan marvel inwardly.

If Cheng Long’s talents were maxed out in martial arts, charisma, and temperament,

then Cheng Ye, he poured all his talent into intelligence and business capabilities.

He was not at all like Cheng Long.

He was more like the original chief of the checkpoint, Cheng Long’s father, Cheng Ye’s grandfather.