Village chief, your township enterprise sells laser cannons?

At the public service window of the Hongxing Village Committee, Lin Man sat behind the counter, speechless as he looked at the woman who had returned.

"You mean you want to transfer your household registration back now?"

"Yes!" Mo Xiaoyan nodded outside the counter and began taking out her identification documents.

"I asked the police station, and they said I need a certificate from the village committee. Once I get this certificate, the police station can register my household registration."

"You mean the consent form? No problem!" Lin Man slapped his forehead, then searched through the computer for a while, found a form, and printed it out.

The system calculated my score twice, and I got 0 points in both population-related metrics.

There are two ways to increase the population: one is to have children yourself, and the other is to recruit from outside.

Giving birth naturally is too troublesome and takes 10 months, which is too long.

Ten thousand years is too long; seize the day.

Now that Mo Xiaoyan wants to move her household registration back, I can use this as an opportunity to conduct an experiment.

It's a good opportunity to see if registering one's household in Hongxing Village counts as an increase in population. If registering one's household in Hongxing Village counts as an increase in population, then I can confidently go out and recruit people.

After the printer dispensed the form, he placed it on the counter and pointed to the first column of the first copy:

"This is the consent form. Write your name, ID number, father's name, and mother's name here."

"The reasons for moving out were nothing more than four: marriage, education, employment, and buying a house."

"What is the reason for moving back now, and to whose household registration should it be transferred back to?"

"After you finish writing here, there's ink here. Press your thumbprint on it..."

Lin Man was still concentrating on explaining how to fill out the form when Mo Xiaoyan slammed her hand on the table:

"These are personal privacy issues. You can't expect me to voluntarily disclose my privacy; that's illegal!"

Lin Man, who was giving a presentation, froze completely. After a couple of seconds of stunned silence, he wiped the smile off his face and began to scrutinize Mo Xiaoyan in front of him.

A round face.

A very classic look.

People with this kind of appearance are 11 out of 10 troublemakers.

This kind of person is a menace wherever they go.

While population is an important metric in the dog system's settlement scoring, villager satisfaction is also a very important metric.

Releasing Mo Xiaoyan back today will certainly increase the population, but the village will definitely descend into chaos.

The village is already quite chaotic, and with this troublemaker on the side, it will only become more chaotic.

The villagers' satisfaction rating will definitely drop. When the villagers' satisfaction drops, they will file a lot of complaints, which will also affect the official satisfaction rating.

Speaking of which, I've received a ton of complaints this week, so I reckon the official satisfaction rating is probably close to zero!

Having figured this out, Lin Man straightened his posture, then turned around, brought the microphone to his lips, and pressed the microphone switch:

"Hey, can you hear me? Everyone, please stop what you're doing."

"Mo Xiaoyan from Mo Chengshan's family in Group Six is ​​now moving her household registration back from the city."

"Everyone who has time, please help sign this. Also, those who are gossipy, don't ask any questions. They're just transferring their household registration back; there's nothing else going on."

"Don't cause trouble!"

After speaking into the microphone, Lin Man turned to Mo Xiaoyan and said, "572 households, requiring the consent of more than 70% of the household heads, which means you need to sign 401 names."

"Go sign it now!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than Mo Xiaoyan slammed her hand on the table again: "I'm going to report you! I'm originally from this village. I moved my household registration out, but now I want to move it back."

"You've actually done everything you can to obstruct me. I'm calling the disciplinary committee right now to report you."

"Go ahead and make the call!" Lin Man thoughtfully picked up the landline phone next to him and placed it back on the counter.

"Use this phone to make the call. If you do, the Discipline Inspection Commission will arrive faster."

"If you don't even think this phone call is safe, I can give you my cell phone. I have the phone number for the provincial discipline inspection commission's investigation team; that will get you a call much faster."

"If all else fails, I can call for you. There happens to be an investigation team from the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection in the village investigating the situation. How about I call them for you?"

As he spoke, Lin Man opened his phone's contact list and began searching for Ding Jiayi's number.

Seeing how serious he was, Ding Xiaoyan's expression outside the counter became somewhat unnatural. She carried her delicate little bag, circled the counter twice, and then slammed her hand on the table:

"I'm going to take this to the central government and tell them that you corrupt officials are running rampant, oppressing the good and honest!"

Lin Man stopped searching for phone numbers, looked up at Ding Xiaoyan, and said very seriously, "I can also help you contact the Central Supervision Group, but when the Supervision Group comes, they will have to follow the rules!"

Seeing that threats were ineffective, Mo Xiaoyan resorted to playing the emotional card: "I've had bad luck with men..."

"Stop!" Lin Man pushed the forms on the counter a little further in front of Mo Xiaoyan: "Go find someone to sign them. If you don't find someone to sign them, then I'll have to resort to public notice."

"We need to issue a public notice. If even one person objects, this plan will fail."

"Go now!"

Threats and emotional appeals failed to work, so Mo Xiaoyan plopped down on the ground and burst into tears, crying, "I just want to go home! I just want to go home! Why are you doing this to me?"

"Why? My life is so miserable!"

Listening to her wailing, Lin Man silently turned on the microphone next to him, tugged the cord, and dragged the microphone to the side of the counter, where he could hear Mo Xiaoyan's wailing.

As he moved, the loudspeaker hanging on the second floor suddenly blared out, wailing and wailing.

After listening for a while, Lin Man quietly moved the microphone away again.

It's too noisy and sounds awful.

This is self-torture.

Just as I was about to persuade Mo Xiaoyan, an elderly woman in her seventies, leaning on a cane, swayed towards the service window, placed her phone on the counter, and hurriedly said:

"Brother Man, it's your granddaughter's birthday today. We ordered a cake from that Doubao Cake Shop. The shop owner said the birthday cake would be delivered by noon, but it's already 2 pm and we still haven't seen the cake. Can you help me find out where Doubao Cake Shop is? I'll send someone to pick it up."

Lin Man was completely confused. He reached for his phone, swiped it with his thumb, and the screen lit up. He then saw what the so-called "bean bun cake shop" was.

Artificial intelligence disorder—Doubao (steamed bun).

There was no cake shop, no cake ordered. The child kept asking, and the silly dog ​​Doubao talked nonsense, saying that he had ordered a cake for the child and that it would be delivered by 1 p.m. at the latest.

Lin Man carefully handed the phone back: "Sister-in-law, our granddaughter didn't order a cake, she didn't pay for it, and there's no such thing as a bean bun cake shop. She's just a fool. If you keep asking her about it, she'll just say she got it for you."

Before he could finish speaking, the woman in front of him, who was walking unsteadily, suddenly snatched the phone from him and glared at Lin Man:

"You call us college students? Did we make any money off you?"

The old lady left with a grumble, and watching her retreating figure, Lin Man finally let out the anger that had been building up inside him.

The election must be put on the agenda. The village committee must be reorganized in the shortest possible time, and two more clerks must be hired to take the torture in my place.

Having made up his mind, Lin Man opened the election plan he had written in his spare time, deleted and modified some of the content, and then sent the plan to Chen Zhenhai's email.