A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

The kids in the peach orchard were scrambling for peaches, while the directors and deputy directors of the various branch offices were much more relaxed on the side.

They stood or sat, each holding a plump Five Elements Spirit Peach, munching on it with great relish.

They didn't greedily eat too much, savoring each bite as they went.

The main reason is that each of them is basically at least at the Divine Power Realm.

The little bit of spiritual energy in these Five Elements Peaches is like a drop of honey in plain water to them—it's sweet, but to say it's of any use is pure nonsense.

It's just for the novelty, to try it out.

Hey, I have to say, these peaches that grow in the sky taste really good!

It's crisp, sweet, and juicy, leaving a refreshing aftertaste in your throat after swallowing.

"Tsk, these peaches are pretty good." Director Wang of Xiliang took a bite, squinted, and savored them. "I'll have to submit a report to the General Administration later; these absolutely have to be added to next year's New Year's goods list!"

"I think it'll work!" Director Liu from the Northeast nodded vigorously, his mouth stuffed full, and mumbled, "This is much better than those worthless pills we used to get! Even dogs wouldn't eat that stuff!"

The crowd laughed.

Zhang Yucheng munched on a peach with a smile, but his eyes never left the group of youngsters jumping around on the stage, their faces red and necks bulging from their intense competition.

After watching for a while, he nudged Deputy Director Liu, who was also watching the show while eating a peach, with his elbow.

"Hey, Lao Liu, look at these little rascals, they're actually cooperating pretty well! One plus one is greater than two, that's for sure."

"How about this, go back and change the system, and while you're at it, have the people in the Technology Bureau modify our bureau's task app as well. From now on, whether it's routine patrols or non-major missions, in principle, it should be done in pairs—one as the lead officer and one as the assistant officer. They should divide the work, cooperate, and look out for each other."

He paused, smacked his lips for the peach juice, and then said:

"Perfect timing! Those young punks the bureau's keeping around are doing absolutely nothing all day but slacking off and filming. These bastards are actually treating it like their main job—damn, they almost won an Oscar! Isn't that ridiculous? They should use that time to mentor newcomers and do more fieldwork, wouldn't that be much better!"

Deputy Director Liu was delighted to hear this, but then, after a moment's thought, he frowned.

"That's not a bad idea. But it might strain the bureau's budget. Last year when they gave out year-end bonuses, those guys practically wore down the finance department's doorstep! They were all beaming like chrysanthemums when they received their money!"

"Funding?" Zhang Yucheng raised an eyebrow, revealing his signature sly smile that made everyone want to punch him. "Isn't that simple? Just submit a report to the General Administration! Tell them to spend some gold coins!"

Deputy Director Liu stroked his chin, a mischievous glint in his eyes:

"Alright! I think this is a good idea! I'll draft a report tomorrow, make it sound really bad, and highlight the dire straits and desperate need of the grassroots investigators! I'll make sure those tightwads at the General Administration get a few pennies out of them!"

"No way! Forget about you, you can't even utter a single word for ages. Let Xiao Ji write it tomorrow!"

"That kid dares to think and write! Things like 'The bureau is so poor they can't even afford to eat,' 'The investigators are about to have to beg for food,' 'If they don't get paid soon, they'll all just give up'... The more sensational the better! It's guaranteed to terrify those old men at headquarters, making them obediently hand over their money!"

"You, you..."

The two exchanged knowing smiles.

Their conversation wasn't loud, but the sharp-eyed and perceptive heads of various branch offices were sitting around them.

The directors and deputy directors of each branch exchanged glances, all seeing the interest in each other's eyes.

Zhang Yucheng is really smart!

In fact, the situation is pretty much the same in all the 749th Precincts.

Those who can be admitted to 749 are the cream of the crop.

But where in the world are there so many demons and monsters causing trouble every day?

Large-scale missions don't happen every day.

As a result, the staffing quota is getting fuller and fuller, but there's only so much work to do.

Many investigators, especially those in clerical and auxiliary positions, are so idle that they spend their days growing mushrooms, playing games, and doing side jobs in the bureau, as if they're taking early retirement.

Can you say they're incompetent?

If they were outside, they would be highly sought-after professionals that various forces would fight tooth and nail to acquire!

But we can't really lay them off, can we? That would be like destroying our own foundation.

Zhang Yucheng's idea of ​​a "one principal and one assistant system" may be a bit simplistic and crude, but it might actually make good use of a lot of idle manpower and increase practical experience.

The key is that it can get the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television to allocate more funds! Who wouldn't be envious?

That kills three birds with one stone!

"Damn, that's why they say Zhang Yucheng is a smart old man!"

"Only he could come up with such an idea—to exploit the General Administration's resources... no, to legitimately secure them!"

"The key is that it's all so logical and well-founded, leaving no room for criticism!"

The branch bureau chiefs, who had "accidentally" overheard this, exchanged furtive glances, their minds racing with their calculations. They were already thinking about how to "learn from Jinghai's advanced experience" and, incidentally, "report their difficulties" to the headquarters.

The bureau chiefs were having a great time, plotting to make a fortune in gold coins.

On the other hand, the atmosphere was far less harmonious among the representatives of various sects and aristocratic families who were invited to attend the ceremony.

Looking at the energetic and skillful young investigators on the arena, and then at the Five Elements Spirit Peach in their hands, full of spiritual energy and with miraculous effects, their eyes were filled with complex emotions.

Envy, jealousy, and a touch of indescribable bitterness.

Why should I?!

How come Bureau 749 can recruit so many promising talents?

Why should they be allowed to monopolize this blessed land and produce such rare and precious materials?

Is it easy for us to accumulate some savings?

They'd treat a genius like royalty!

749 is great, with a bunch of geniuses and plenty of resources. Who knows, they might even be able to use the Spirit Peach as a New Year's gift!

Comparing yourself to others is just asking for trouble!

An old monk, taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, secretly slipped two of the best-looking earth elemental peaches into his wide sleeves.

He was already a high-ranking monk in the Divine Power Realm, so this peach was useless to him. But if the young novices in the temple who had just entered the sect and were still laying their foundations could eat one, they would definitely benefit immensely!

Just as he withdrew his hand, before he could even chant a Buddhist prayer to cover it up, a drunken, mocking voice came from the side:

"Hey hey hey! Bald monk, what's going on here?"

The drunken old Taoist priest had somehow crept over, winking and making faces at the old monk, deliberately lowering his voice so that everyone around could hear him:

"Monks aren't allowed to steal chickens or dogs! You've broken the precept against greed, haven't you? Tsk tsk, you know the last person who stole peaches was imprisoned under a mountain by your Buddha for a full five hundred years!"

The old monk's face flushed bright red, like a piece of red cloth, and he stammered, trying to remain calm as he tried to explain:

"Amitabha! Stop talking nonsense! How can Buddhist matters be called stealing? Huh? Amitabha your mother's Buddha! You old bastard! What the hell are you doing?!"

Then I saw the drunken old Taoist slowly filling a crumpled plastic bag with the words "XX Supermarket" printed on it with peaches.

Damn it, at least he was sneaking around, but this drunken old Taoist priest just pulled out a plastic bag and started filling it! He's way more arrogant than him!

The drunken old Taoist took a swig of wine and let out a loud burp.

"Unlike you old bald monks, I don't care about saving face or saving substance. I'm taking it openly and honestly!"

"Let's use our Taoist sect's resource quota this year to trade with Bureau 749! Oh well, what can we do? We Taoist sect have so many quotas, it's driving us crazy, we don't know where to spend them!"

Upon hearing the words "quota," the old monk Jingchan's anger instantly turned into deeper sorrow, as if he had swallowed two pounds of bitter herbs.