Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 284 283 Backing
"That's unreasonable!"

After hearing the explanation, Meng Hansheng also slammed his fist on the table and started cursing.

The other officials were also filled with righteous indignation.

Du Shiqin, with his beer belly protruding, rested his hand on his waist buckle and his shrewd eyes swept around: "What a new bishop! He's just trying to establish his authority since he's new here. Deacon Mike is just an innocent victim."

Meng Hansheng added, "He's from Taijing, and he already dislikes Fancheng. He finds fault with everything there. Mike just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Zhou Weili frowned: "Abusing one's authority to oppress subordinates is wrong no matter how you look at it."

Meng Hansheng glanced over and whispered a reminder: "This is the church's internal affair, and the government has no reason to interfere."

Zhou Weili glared and said, "I'm not the Director of the Department of Justice anymore. I'm just an ordinary person who can't stand his behavior. I really want to go and have him judge me!"

Du Shiqin smiled slightly: "Director Zhou is right. How can this be a matter for the government? I only saw a Taijing man who looks down on our Fancheng."

Upon hearing this, the officials all echoed his sentiments.

"Yes, what right does an outsider have to bully us locals?"

"Sail City may not be as good as Taijing, but it's not a place where just anyone can act arrogantly!"

"Besides, if the people of Fancheng are being bullied, can we, as the officials in charge of the government, just sit idly by?"

"Let's petition the church! Tell him to go back to Taijing!"

They were making a huge fuss, clearly ready to define the matter, but Mike was so disturbed by the noise that he could barely write.

He slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "Are you going to copy or not?"

"I won't copy!"

Zhou Weili grabbed Mike and pulled him up, saying, "Let's go home. Let's see what he dares to do. He's just a bishop. There are so many people in our government office. If he has the guts, he can come and challenge us."

Meng Hansheng reacted quickly and grabbed Mike's other hand: "Deacon Mike, don't be afraid. Starting tomorrow, I will arrange for the police to escort you to and from your post. I doubt they will dare to make any rash moves."

The crowd chimed in, offering words of encouragement and vouching for him. Mike had never been treated like this before, and he gradually felt more confident.

He slammed his pen down, venting his frustration: "Let whoever wants to copy, copy! I'm not putting up with this anymore!"

"What a spirit!"

Zhou Weili led the applause.

Du Shiqin was a step too slow to hold Mike's hand, but now he noticed Mike's swollen eyes and leaned closer: "Butler Mike, my family has a special medicine to reduce swelling. Why don't you come home with me to get it?"

Mike tossed his hair and shouted, "No way! I want to quit! I want to go home!"

Du Shiqin quickly agreed, "Okay, okay, I'll bring it to your house later."

……

Quivervan waited in the waiting room for a long time, but not a single person came.

He finally lost his patience, went to open the door, and beckoned the steward to ask, "What's going on? Why haven't the officials arrived yet?"

The deacon's eyes darted away: "It seems they all went to the Hall of Humility."

Quivervan almost cursed, but held back and rebuked him sternly, "They don't know the way, but don't you? Why didn't you bring them here?"

The deacon stammered, “Your Excellency, it’s not that they don’t know the way, but… it doesn’t seem like they’re here to visit you.”

"what?"

Quivervan was incredulous—could there be anyone in this sanctuary more worthy of meeting than him?
He sensed that things might not be so simple. After a couple of seconds of deliberation, he said to the steward, "Lead the way and take me to see this."

……

Surrounded by a group of officials, Mike strode out.

Just as the group reached the main entrance of the church, they suddenly heard someone shouting from behind.

"Butler Mike! Butler Mike!"

The crowd parted to make way for Mike's view. Mike turned around and saw a familiar butler standing next to him was Quiverfan.

Quiver remained calm as he silently observed Mike, but couldn't discern anything particularly special about him.

Mike, with full confidence and neither servility nor arrogance, bowed to Quivor with a hand on his chest: "Praise be to the mist, Bishop Quivor, is there anything I can help you with?"

This time, Quiverfan didn't take offense at his "inappropriate wording," but nodded slightly: "Deacon Mike, have you finished copying the 'Holy Canon'?"

It would have been better if he hadn't brought it up; the moment he spoke, he ignited a powder keg.

Zhou Weili stepped forward, showing no respect whatsoever: "We have all seen Deacon Mike's character. He doesn't need to prove his piety in this way. Since Bishop Quiver cares so much about the canonical rules, he might as well go back and copy them slowly."

Quivervan frowned: "Who are you?"

Zhou Weili, head held high and chest out, said: "Secretary for Justice Zhou Weili, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Quivervan sneered, "So you're the director of the First Division. I'll remember that."

He then turned his gaze to the other officials: "So they are all Director Zhou's subordinates? Did you bring the entire Department of Justice with you?"

“Bishop Quiver has misunderstood.”

Du Shiqin, with his beer belly protruding, strode out and said with a forced smile, "I am Du Shiqin, and I am honored to serve as the Director of the Sanitation Department."

Two directors?

Quiver raised an eyebrow slightly.

Not to be outdone, Meng Hansheng also stepped forward, raising his head and bowing with an air of nonchalance: "Meng Hansheng of the Patrol Division, I am but a humble director."

Three people led the way, and the crowd behind them introduced themselves one after another: Planning Department, Education Department, Maritime Department, Salt Transport Department, City Council, and so on. The more they listened, the more cold sweat seeped down Quivorvan's back.

It's no exaggeration to say that almost half of the government office is located here.

He wanted to maintain his stern and unsmiling demeanor, but it was clear that Mike was no longer suited to that attitude.

So his expression became very strange. Even though the corners of his mouth were still turned down, his eyes were already unconsciously filled with a smile when he looked at Mike.

After everyone had finished introducing themselves, Zhou Weili pressed on, pointing at Quivor Van and asking, "Those present today are all pillars of the government, and we will inevitably have to deal with them in the future. With so many names, can Bishop Quivor remember them all?"

Quivervan's cheek muscles twitched, but he suppressed his anger: "I'll try my best to remember."

After saying this, he turned and left.

The crowd erupted in enthusiastic laughter, as if they had won a battle.

Mike laughed along with everyone, but no one noticed that, hidden under his sleeves, Mike's hands were trembling uncontrollably.

It wasn't out of fear, but out of excitement.

This was the first time in Mike's life that he had tasted power.

It's not the insignificant power of a priest over ordinary people, but the truly fearless power of standing atop a mountain.

It was as if all difficulties were no problem, and all obstacles would automatically turn into smooth paths for him.

Everything seemed so unreal.

that's the truth.

This is an illusion.

Mike silently reminded himself.

Things that come too easily are often also easily lost.

You must never become obsessed with it.

PS: Most people who suddenly undergo a change in identity inevitably become arrogant, but why is Mike so clear-headed? Because he knows that if he is not clear-headed, Feng Xiuhu will help him to be clear-headed.

(End of this chapter)