People in Terra, governing a weird little country

Therefore, Ernst really needs a teacher of decent level to share the pressure.

"I know you have no selfish motives and are really thinking about the night school, but Ceylon, is it appropriate to let a Sarkaz be the teacher of the Spark Night School?"

Ernst looked at Ceylon in front of him helplessly, then slightly shifted his gaze to look at Hedley who was standing at the door of the office and had not yet received Ernst's interview permission and had not entered, and sighed slightly.

Ernst was troubled, but Ceylon had no concerns. This flower that grew up in a greenhouse had the innocence of a college student. Facing Ernst's obviously "unfair" remarks, she frowned slightly and boldly raised a question:

"What's inappropriate? Kjerag has no tradition of discriminating against the Sarkaz. Wouldn't it be better for everyone to be harmonious and friendly? And there are good and bad Sarkaz, right? He Dalei is indeed talented and knowledgeable, and we just happen to lack someone who has enough knowledge of the outside world and is capable to serve as a teacher. Why can't we let him have a try?"

Ernst could only purse his lips when he heard this.

He really couldn't answer this question.

Perhaps Ceylon just had a simple mentality and simply wanted to speak up for Hedley, but if he were in Ernst's position, what he had to consider was much more complicated.

Does Hedley have the ability to be a teacher? Of course he does.

Although Ceylon didn't think much about it, her professional knowledge must be strong. After the initial interview, she recognized Hedley's ability, which at least proved that Hedley's ability must meet the requirements of the Starfire Night School teacher.

But sometimes, ability really cannot determine everything.

Why can't people with abilities get a stage where they can put their abilities to use? This problem has always existed, and it doesn't just exist on Terra. In Ernst's previous life, there were also a lot of such cases on Earth. For example, Ceylon would think that this is just pure unfairness, but the real situation is much more complicated than this.

Let me give you a classic example. If one day, Kal'tsit said to Amiya: "Do you agree that a reformed murderer should be given a chance to atone for his sins, to return to society and live an ordinary, stable life?"

With Amiya's tolerant and compassionate personality, she would surely answer "I do".

But if Kal'tsit said, "Then I will arrange for Tracy to go to Rhodes Island tomorrow."

Then, even someone as kind and benevolent as Amiya would probably have some hesitation and desperation.

This is a different perspective on the problem. Amiya, who agrees with Kal'tsit's proposal, is real. She is far from being hypocritical. It's just that when talking about this matter, her perspective is more macro, more third-party, and therefore more "fair."

This kind of fairness can be called the "arbitrator's perspective" or it can be called speaking without any pain.

But once this matter directly involves personal interests, such as Tracys's going to the island, no matter what choice Amiya makes in the end, she will inevitably hesitate at the beginning. Because at this moment, she is not a third party, but a party involved.

This was the difficulty Ernst faced.

Hedley is indeed not as "famous" as Tracy, but he also comes from a famous race - the Sarkaz.

Ernst could have just hired a Sarkaz teacher without caring about the subsequent impact, but a more responsible approach would have been to consider the pros and cons of doing so. To give a simple example, if in the future, a Kjerag who graduated from the Spark Night School looks for a job in another country, the HR interviewer would ask him, where did you graduate from, and who was your teacher?

He replied: "Hedley, 42 years old, a Sarkaz."

Doesn't that mean that you are naturally shorter than other competitors?

Some people may say, how can it be so serious? Isn’t ability the most important thing when looking for a job?

But the fact is that junior colleges and universities cannot compete with 985 and 211 universities, and students taught by Sarkaz teachers, no matter how capable they are, are not as useful as "My teacher is Christen". Society does not have so much time to carefully select the quality of each screw, so your manufacturer often directly determines your use.

Is this fair? Of course not.

But is this true?

Ernst could only sigh: "This is reality."

"Prime Minister Ernst, can I have a word?"

Hedley's voice suddenly entered the room. Outside the half-open door, the one-eyed man's remaining eye flickered with light, as if he had noticed the reason for the tense atmosphere inside the door.

"I believe that I am capable enough, and Miss Ceylon has recommended me. Since Prime Minister Ernst is still hesitating, there must be only one possibility."

He squeezed half of his body through the half-open door that was not blocked by anyone, and stated the fact that he knew in his heart in a shocking and slightly sad tone:

"It's because of who I am and my race, isn't it?"

No, it has nothing to do with your identity as a spy. Spies are not uncommon in Kjerag, even spies from the Sarkaz. Not to mention that you are a rare double agent. Ernst even thought that since a single agent can shine for Kjerag, can a double agent do double the work?

The only thing that constrains you is your race.

"But Prime Minister Ernst, even General Kristen of Rhine Life was able to hire the Great Banshee to help her dream come true. Don't you have the courage to do the same?"

"I, He Dalei, just want a peaceful life. Is there no place for people to live in Kjerag under Yelagund's rule?"

Ernst was slightly stunned, then shook his head with a helpless look.

To be honest, it was really unreasonable for Hedley to use such a clumsy provocation at this time. If it was someone else, Ernst could guarantee that Hedley would get a reply as soon as he said the first sentence:

"Why don't you go to their place? You come to me to look for a job and you dare to be sarcastic to me. How shameless! Get lost! We in Kjerag are short of everything except people!"

But it just so happened that the person to whom he addressed these two sentences was Ernst.

All of them have come from the era of life-and-death internal competition, and have stood out from the millions of candidates for civil service examinations. No one knows better than Ernst why he chose this path. The slogans are from the heart, and the declarations are sincere and powerful. Everyone embarks on this path with hope, fantasizing about being able to make a career, become a good official, and do something that can be praised by the people.

But who can deny that in the corner of everyone's heart, there has always been some idea of ​​"making life more solid, more stable, and having a stable job"?

Who isn’t a daily person?

He indeed had too many things to consider. Having been a politician for too long, he subconsciously only thought about issues from the perspectives of pros and cons, stability, and impact, to the point that he almost forgot his original intention!

This is not good. If this embarrassing thing gets out, Ernst will be scolded at least twice!

One is Levi, who trusts himself and has the original intention of serving the public.

One is the former self, based on the original intention of living.

Ernst took a deep breath and looked at Hedley who seemed a little nervous. Looking at his appearance, it seemed that this speech was not prepared in advance, but was really improvised.

You are lucky.

Ernst nodded at him:

"That's right. No matter what your other factors are, they can only be plus or minus points at most, and they can never be the factor that determines a person. It is reasonable for me to give you a chance to prove yourself."

It is also an opportunity for me to correct my mindset in time.

Ernst said silently in his heart. At the same time, he straightened his expression, stood up, nodded to Ceylon who smiled again, and motioned her to take a rest on the sofa beside him. Then he walked out of the desk and opened the door of the small conference room next to it, revealing a long table that was quite reminiscent of 10 Downing Street.

"Come in, Mr. He Dalei. I won't give you any extra points for that part. The interview has just begun."

Chapter 251 Gray Hat: Could it be that I am really a genius?

Kjerag, railway station.

The Gray Hat stationed in Kjerag has been feeling depressed lately.

He once had an easy job. The people of Kjerag were simple and honest, and the society was stable. There was almost nothing special to record from morning to night. Sometimes, the events that could be reported in a week or a month could not even match the content of other countries in a day. This meant that his workload would be very scarce.

At first, he was worried that if the report he submitted contained too little content, it would cause dissatisfaction among his superiors, the Gray Hat and his immediate boss, the Duke of Castor. However, after he submitted the report truthfully for the first time with trepidation, he dispelled this worry.

Unexpectedly, Duke Kaster not only did not hold him accountable, but was quite satisfied with the result. He even specially rewarded him and encouraged him to keep up the good work and live longer in Kjerag.

Gray Hat was a little puzzled. Shelag was so safe, why did the Duke send him such a strange blessing? But later, the Duke of Caister did not explain, so he gradually forgot about it and regarded it as an unintentional joke from the Duke of Caister.

His workload was one of the highest among all his grey hat colleagues, even if it was counted backwards. However, his salary and bonus were among the highest among the grey hat colleagues, which made him feel suspicious and embarrassed. In future reports, if there was a lot of content this month, the grey hat would report it truthfully. If there was not enough content this month, he would add some trivial things to the report, describing some things that were not nutritious but were actually quite interesting. Over time, this would calm his inner anxiety a little and make him feel more justified in receiving his salary.

To be fair, isn’t this a good job?

In fact, Gray Hat also thinks so. But unfortunately, this good job has been ruined recently.

"I don't know which unlucky colleague was jealous of this position and went to the Duke to spread rumors! He even asked me to investigate whether Mr. Ernst had made any special arrangements for the upcoming World Expo?"

Thinking of the outrageous task requirements in the secret letter sent from the Duke of Caster, the Grey Hat felt speechless.

It’s a mess, it’s really a mess!

Who on earth could have persuaded the wise and powerful Duke to issue such an incredible mission? Isn't this just putting him on the fire?

The man in the grey hat is also a veteran in intelligence gathering, and he has been a spy for perhaps a year longer than Ernst has been reincarnated as a snow leopard. How could he not see that this seemingly simple mission requirement is actually a huge pitfall?

The World Expo was the first large-scale international event held by the government in Kjerag. Ernst had taken great pains to ensure the smooth convening of this event. He stepped up the reconstruction of the city, built new statues and landmarks, and used all his connections to attract many heavyweights to attend the event. If you were to talk about such a big thing, with Ernst's personality, even a fool would not believe that he had no special arrangements!

But the question is, what is his arrangement? Is it something that a grey hat like him can easily figure out?

It's easy to say, the Gray Hats are not gods, they are not the great god Yelagund, they can monitor the entire Kjerag for fun... ahem, collecting intelligence. They are also human beings, they have to follow the basic laws and have channels to collect intelligence.

Acquaintances, friends, relatives. Subordinates, superiors, colleagues. If you want to know a person in the world accurately, you must first know at least three people. In other countries, infiltration is not difficult to do. Although the relationships between people are complicated, it all comes down to "profit". With a little reward and some information about "I have someone behind me", it is not difficult to fool one or two fools.

But unfortunately, this method doesn't work on Kjerag.

Because this place is so backward, it is a real family society. Those who can get in touch with Ernst's core arrangements are either Ernst's trusted subordinates, with no possibility of infiltration, or they are solid family forces. For example, the three major families of Shivaash, Perlochi and Brontao have complicated internal connections, and they are not purely interest relationships, but more of troublesome blood ties. Every person is affected by a single move, and if they want to infiltrate, they have to infiltrate a large area, which will cost a huge amount of money. It is hard to say whether they will succeed or not. Once exposed, the result will probably be that they will not be able to taste Kjerag's "unique northwest wind" for the next few hundred years.

In the past, he would just muddle through and get by. If he really wanted to get some intelligence, the worst that could happen was that he would spend time grinding it out and making friends with people from scratch. If the intelligence was not that important, he would probably be able to get some results after two or three months of grinding it out.

But this time he was given only three months!

It was really hard for Gray Hat to hold back. If the reply letter would not be sent to the Duke of Castor's desk and read by her, and it would affect his future, Gray Hat really wanted to draw a sweat bean on the letter paper and say "almost done" to greet the eight generations of ancestors of the treacherous minister who issued this task!

Unfortunately, it cannot be posted.

Not only could he not send it, he also had to do the task honestly. Even if the task was not reasonable at all. But who said that this was the decision made by the Duke?

What is loyalty? Loyalty means that even if Caister abuses me a thousand times, I, Gray Hat, will still treat Duke Caister like my first love! Even if there are treacherous ministers and insects around the Duke, he cannot disobey the Duke's will!

As for insect extermination and sun shooting, let’s consider it after he is promoted to serve the Duke!

I have started studying entomology.jpg.

"Well, what else can I do? I still have to live my life."

Knowing that his peaceful and happy life was about to be gone forever, the man in the gray hat could only sigh in vain and hide his dissatisfaction and sadness deep in his heart. At the same time, he took a step forward and boarded the Snowland Special Train that stopped at the station in front of him.

He took the train, of course, not to fleece feudalism and get reimbursed by the Duke of Kaster. Instead, he judged that this snow-bound special line to Kjerag might become an important fulcrum for Ernst's next layout.

The reason is simple - doesn't everyone have to take this train to get to Kjerag?

As the first gathering place for all parties, it will inevitably become the first arena for wrestling. If he were Ernst, he would have made corresponding arrangements on the Snowland Train. Either to mediate conflicts, or to show his position, or, Ernst stood on the fifth floor and said, "Your soy milk is poured at my feet in vain," and directly presented the first firecracker of 1094 to you, Kjerag's declaration of war against all nations.

Well...the last one is unlikely.

Gray Hat decided to focus on investigating and analyzing the first two possibilities.

Speaking of the Snowland Train, this is not the first time that Gray Top Hat has ridden it. As one of the earliest "Gray Top Hats" who was ordered by Duke Kast to lurk in Kjerag, he can be regarded as one of the people who have witnessed the development of Kjerag. The Snowland Special Line Train, from the very beginning, only ran once every few days, and only a few people traveled on each train. Now, tourists are constantly coming and going on the train, and VIP compartment workshops, dining cars, entertainment rooms and other functional entertainment carriages have been specially added. Its rapid development and outstanding progress have also opened Gray Top Hat's eyes.

Walking through the noisy ordinary carriage filled with tourists talking and children laughing, he soon arrived at the destination of this operation, the box workshop, which was also his reserved location.

Of course, it can be reimbursed.

The compartment of the Snowland Express is not very big. There are two rows of leather sofa seats facing each other, and a reinforced wooden table in the middle, which is fixed and does not shake or bump. On the wooden table, there are vases and flowers that are glued in place, as well as a menu for ordering a free refillable cup of tea and a bell for calling the train attendant. A little further away is a bookshelf with the latest monthly magazines of Columbia and Victoria, as well as a travel guide to Kjerag. Above the bookshelf is a glass window. Looking out through the window, you can see the towering mountains of Kjerag passing by quickly outside the speeding train.

Gray Hat had seen many train compartments that were more exquisite, more gorgeous, and more luxuriously decorated than this one, but the compartment of the Snowland Express was still enough for him to call it "exquisite".

Although the space is not large, every corner is used to the fullest extent, which does not appear bloated and crowded, but also meets the functionality and ornamental value. It can be seen that the designer really put a lot of thought into it.

If nothing unexpected happens, on the day of the World Expo, these small boxes will be filled with famous figures from various countries in Terra.

After silently checking the compartment and making sure there was no special space where people could hide, Man in Gray Hat sat down comfortably in his seat and began to enjoy his train journey.

Well, that concludes today's investigation.

What? It's that simple?

Yes, it's that simple.

Anyway, his boss, Duke Kaister, has a very ambiguous attitude towards Mr. Ernst, and the difficulty and reward of this task are totally mismatched. It's just a matter of a few hundred dollars, why should he risk his life?

He would make an on-site investigation and write a report. When the World Expo was held, he would make another symbolic trip and naturally be able to compile a reasonable document to submit to His Excellency the Duke.

The reason is very simple. Everyone knows that Ernst will definitely make arrangements for the World Expo. Everyone also knows that Ernst must have made arrangements for the Snowland Express, a place where many countries and forces gather. So he, the gray hat, came to conduct an on-site inspection, investigated, and confirmed this fact, isn't that enough?

You think Ernst has made arrangements, and I think so too. I "investigated it" and came to the conclusion that "yes, there is an arrangement." I reported the conclusion and the work was done.

What? You asked me what the arrangement was?

I don't know, you didn't ask me for a specific plan. Why don't you ask Prime Minister Ernst yourself?

Want me to investigate? That's not impossible, but it will cost you something else.

To slack off, you have to do it in a casual, comfortable, well-reasoned and way that there are no flaws to be found!

Contented, relaxed and at ease, Mr. Gray Hat lay comfortably on the soft leather sofa, closed his eyes, and a smug smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Come back when the time comes and open two doors and the problem will be solved."

"What an easy task!"

"Is it possible that I am really a genius?"

PS:py a book.

Introduction: Chosen by the system, he opened the simulator at the cost of shortening his life by 60 years.

With only 168 hours left to extend his life, Xu Ming enters the simulation and dances with the gods.