1770: Chapter 1766: Complying with the Tide 1770: Chapter 1766: Complying with the Tide “…With the conclusion of the main battlefield and the gradual return of various legions and military districts to their bases, can we now deem the external war as nearing its end?
Shouldn’t the primary dostic focus now shift to resuming production…”
It was Lu Ping’an’s first ti at the Wanjing Parliant, the de jure highest authority and the most principal legislative and deliberative body.
In the past, formal parliantary sessions were held only at fixed intervals annually.
Most of the representatives were retired state leaders from various states, residing in Wanjing to serve as a bridge between the capital and the regions.
Back then, by the ti issues were brought to the formal parliantary sessions, they were already discussed and resolved between Wanjing and regional representatives.
The parliantary session was rely a formality to finalize agreents…
Without the usual ti-consuming bargaining process, the efficiency was astonishingly high.
Still, from another perspective, issues that couldn’t gain consensus would never even make it to the table—leading to an inevitable air of internal dealings.
But now, things were clearly different.
There were simply too many pressing issues to be resolved.
Every region, state, company, and even Parliant itself had their demands.
The previous working model had beco too inefficient for the tis, and as a deliberative body, the Parliant was now burdened beyond its limits.
Within the Parliant building, there were nurous mid- and small-sized reception halls and tea rooms.
At this mont, Lu Ping’an was in one such space.
“Councilman Zhao will probably arrive during the recess.
At the earliest, he’ll need half an hour, but it might stretch into the afternoon…
Would you care for lunch in the anti?”
“No need.
Just bring a cup of tea…”
Being an official institution, the reception room was designed to be quite opulent, with brown sofas that were soft and plush.
Sitting on one, Lu Ping’an sprawled without formality…
but since there was no one else around, he allowed himself to relax.
On the television to his side, heated debates from the current parliantary session were playing out.
As previously ntioned, Eastern Country was now weathering stormy tis, with daily crises overloading capacity.
Not to ntion the various disaster events all clamoring for “central support” that would total hundreds of cases per week.
Many of these required sustained investnt over ti.
For instance, in so region, a major Secret Realm portal had appeared that necessitated stationed troops and strongman guards to secure it.
This was once a rare occurrence, but now such incidents had multiplied severalfold, stretching already insufficient manpower.
How should the limited resources be allocated?
This matter could indeed be decided by leadership.
But after making too many such calls, there might not be enough taxes to collect later.
The Parliant, while riddled with flaws, proved effective in easing various conflicts—at least by providing a venue for disputes and argunts.
States could air their demands and denounce others for having trivial issues while demanding they stop encroaching on their resources.
In short, the Parliant had unexpectedly beco the busiest institution in Eastern Country during this period.
With the cessation of warfare, a flood of previously suppressed demands surged forth…
“The Secret Realm of the Ant Tribe has already expanded beyond twenty square kiloters.
We can’t ignore it anymore!
They’ve spent fifteen months digging their tunnels 600 ters underground.
Are you really planning to let them drill to the Earth’s core?
Our city’s subway system is now defunct, and citizens are afraid to use it.
Ant Tribe attack cases are growing by the day…”
Watching a tearful appeal from a certain state’s representative, Lu Ping’an couldn’t help but feel a tinge of sympathy.
But as the cara panned to other representatives, their faces were indifferent, even scornful.
“Competing in a misery contest, are we?
Honestly, yours doesn’t even qualify for the participation award…
Oh wait, it’s been fifteen months already.
What’s another two?
At least it’s not as urgent as the city next door that claims it’s about to be destroyed by the Flood…”
Many of these issues had actually accumulated over one, two, or even three years.
With most military forces engaged in the war, secondary problems were shelved indefinitely.
This created undeniable safety risks, though it was an inescapable reality born of prioritizing resources for more pressing matters.
rely relying on data and written reports couldn’t convincingly show which crises were truly more urgent…
Now that the shadow of war was lifting, regions rushed to address their ergencies.
This turned the Parliant’s budget and resource allocation sessions into a veritable “misery showcase.”
Upon closer examination, however, one would find such narratives rife with rhetoric and even outright lies…
“Thank you for your efforts.
Truly, thank you.”
Glancing at the screen briefly, Lu Ping’an decided not to involve himself.
From his view, addressing these urgent matters ultimately ca down to a matter of resource allocation.
Money, supplies, manpower, and technology—just pile them on.
But when resources were insufficient, all that could be done was endless internal coordination and calculations, striving to make the most of the limited resources.
And the job of politicians was exactly that: to distribute resources, resolve conflicts, and patch things up to the best extent possible with the appearance of competence.
Lu Ping’an had once been a soldier, a warrior.
Now he was a businessman… He thought it sufficient to stay diligent in his own duties.
Such political matters were better left to the professionals.
If he truly had to handle it, Lu Ping’an felt he would only ss things up.
His approach would reduce everything to cold, hard calculations…
Human relationships, geographic divides, and multifaceted dynamics often turned what seed “optimal” and “correct” initially into the “most foolish” outco later on.
The tea was excellent.
Lu Ping’an poured himself two more cups, yet still found no sign of the person he was awaiting.
Not that the other party was intentionally keeping him waiting…
“As expected, Changping’s agenda item is on today as well…”
Lu Ping’an had personally requested this eting.
And not with just one individual, but both the Changping State Councilman and the Ancient City Directly-Governed City Councilman.
In so sense, Lu Ping’an was now a regional player of significance.
Though he had always stuck to his role diligently—during warti safeguarding funds, otherwise operating as a businessman and Explorer in the Foreign Domain—
But now, he truly possessed the capability to sway regional affairs.
While he waited with patience, he was also cautiously preparing for such endeavors.
“The lack of resources, in essence, stems from insufficient combat power…
We underestimated the changes of this era.
The decision-makers in Wanjing, without a doubt, see much farther than we do.”
Problems were erging everywhere.
After the planet’s dinsional ascension, extraordinary power had beco easier to obtain, and extraordinary events and disasters had also grown more frequent.
For many, trouble might be just around the corner—literally.
“…Indeed, ordinary citizens need better-quality equipnt, and we must provide primary warriors and militia with more combat supplies.”
Comprehensive extraordinary empowernt was a necessity.
Once there were enough people at the grassroots level, advanced combat power would naturally rise.
Strengthening oneself was the key to resolving these widespread problems strategically and fundantally.
In fact, Eastern Country’s push for nationwide extraordinary capabilities had beco an unshakeable cornerstone of its national policy.
For now, the cheap and crude militarization efforts were simply an accompanying asure under the broader strategy.
The strategy itself was sound.
The current thods, however primitive, could always be refined later.
Yet Lu Ping’an could see that the first wave of “trailblazers” would undoubtedly suffer heavy losses…
When even that subpar training was riddled with issues, what more could be said about real combat?
And since he’d noticed this—and seemingly had the ability to do sothing about it—why not give it a try?
“We never expected it would be you coming to see us…”
At long last, the doors opened, and the two counciln arrived.
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