People in Terra, governing a weird little country

Wei Yanwu smiled throughout the whole process. He neither agreed nor disagreed with the host's words. After he finished speaking, he smiled faintly and said:

“I think it’s a kind of confidence.”

..............

After the show ended, Wei Yanwu nodded and greeted the host and walked out of the studio.

Outside the building, Bai Xue, dressed in the Eastern Ninja night clothes, had been waiting for a long time. When she saw Wei Yanwu appear, she immediately opened the car door for Wei Yanwu.

Wei Yanwu entered the car and said calmly:

"Notify the studio to fire this host tomorrow."

Bai Xue, who was driving, nodded silently, while Wei Yanwu's wife Wen Yue, who was also in the car, turned her head with a puzzled look on her face and asked curiously:

"What happened? Was there an accident on the show?"

"He touched on the topic that shouldn't be touched."

Wei Yanwu said irritably,

"These people who work in the media and the arts are like this. Wouldn't it be better for them to just be the government's mouthpiece? They always want to make a big news story."

“On the one hand, they are kneeling on their knees before the government, and on the other hand, they are waving their fists.”

He sighed and continued to order:

"I think there will be another wave of public opinion after today's show airs. Let Lin Gerui (Rat King) pay attention to it and recommend me a capable and most importantly obedient kid from the slums to take over the host position."

Since the host likes to ask for specific examples, he can be one himself. Next time someone asks this question, he can directly use "Mr. Yao Shouyin, the former host of Longmen TV Station" as a negative example.

Wen Yue nodded, not questioning Wei Yanwu's decision.

This kind of operation is very common for politicians like them. If you point your finger at Wei Yanwu and scold him in front of him, he may not get angry. Then he will let you go if you act like a jester, and he may even ask you if your life is not going as you wish.

But if you ask questions like these that may affect order and destabilize the situation, then no matter what your purpose is, it will not be tolerated at all.

"Okay, let's not talk about these troublesome things."

Wei Yanwu put his arm around Wen Yue and asked,

"Why did you come with Bai Xue today?"

"Because of something." Wen Yue said, "When you were not at home, a messenger came and I received him. It was from Kjerag. He said that Kjerag's foreign minister wanted to visit Longmen."

"Shelagh?"

Wei Yanwu took a while to recall where this country was, and then took another while to confirm that he had no impression of Foreign Minister Kjerag in his mind.

Rather, he didn't even know that Kjerag had a government.

But he did know about Kalan Trading. That company had received investment from Victoria Capital and was indeed rooted in that snowy country. They did not send a messenger just to amuse himself.

After hesitating for a moment, Wei Yanwu asked:

"Did you say what you were here for?"

"It is said that they are here to discuss cooperation. By the way, they hope to publish their Prime Minister's new work, a book, in Longmen."

What kind of cooperation can Kjerag discuss with Longmen? Tourism?

Wei Yanwu always felt that this so-called foreign minister was finding an excuse to travel on public funds.

But as for Kjerag, even if he really had some evil intentions, he could get through the three countries around him first, but he couldn't reach Longmen.

"Then let her come." Wei Yanwu shrugged, and then added, "What is the book about? Can it be published?"

"It's said to be a science fiction novel. I didn't ask specifically," Wen Yue replied, "but their introduction is well written. So I read a little bit of the outline."

"Can people from that place write science fiction?" Wei Yanwu laughed dumbly. It was like hearing that Pope Lateran believed in machine spirits instead of the Lateran Canon. It was a dark humor.

But Wen Yue frowned and said seriously:

"You are right, but "The History of the Erslers" is a fictional science fiction novel written by Ernst, the Prime Minister of Kjerag. The story takes place in a fantasy world called "Earth", where there are no natural disasters, Originium, or mineral diseases, the ocean can be explored, and the sky has no limit of 6,000 meters. You will play a mysterious character named "Narrator". During the long observation, you will encounter countries with many ethnic groups and different cultures, and experience thousands of years of intrigue, rise and fall, and historical cycles with them - at the same time, gradually discover the truth about "human beings". "

Chapter 63: The Kazdel in the sky will also look like Kjerag

Kjerag, Tukarim, temporary seat of the Kjerag government.

Vina's first visit abroad was a big event in Kjerag. On the day she left, Ernst personally brought his government team to see her off, which moved her deeply.

"You really don't have to look down so sadly. I'm not going to run away."

Looking at Ernst and his companions who looked as if they had passed away and were full of nostalgia, Vina, who was smiling very reluctantly, felt a big bead of sweat dripping down her forehead.

"I know." Ernst nodded. After a moment of silence, he spoke again:

"You must come back!"

The colorful world outside is so fascinating. If you run to Longmen and never come back, I will suffer a great loss.

Vina nodded awkwardly: "I will definitely come back."

She looked at Ernst and the people around him, including Xinteleya, Joyce, and Holhaiya, and said firmly:

"I will definitely come back."

Although she had not been here for long, and although Shelag was indeed a bit remote and backward, and although her small office was indeed a bit shabby, narrow, and dilapidated, with drafty walls and no stove, she had already regarded this place as her home.

What is home? Home is a place where the farther away you go, the more you miss it and the more you want to go back. It is a place where she can feel relaxed, comfortable and warm.

Ernst, Hinterea, Holhaiya and Joyce, even Miss Delphine Windermere who was very enthusiastic towards her for some unknown reason, their attitude towards her made Vina feel the long-lost warmth of home.

Vina once had another family, but her father died in a disgraceful way, and she had to buy a ticket to go home. She cherishes her new home even more.

Although this house was indeed shabby, cramped, dilapidated, with leaky walls and not even a small stove.

But Vina felt that Longmen was no match for it.

"What if Longmen is really that good?" Ernst asked curiously. As the designated crossing point for many Arknights players and the only external window for the Celestial Empire of Dayan, Ernst had a high opinion of Longmen.

"Then I'll move." Vina answered decisively, and then observed Ernst's expression suddenly turned pale, and couldn't help but burst out laughing, "I'm just kidding."

Ernst pursed his lips and was about to say something, but an employee in the uniform of Kalan Trade stepped forward and reminded him:

"The caravan is about to set off. Are you ready?"

Ernst could only swallow his words back into his throat and said, "Then let's stop here. Goodbye! Come back soon after you've had enough fun! You must come back at least early next year!"

Early next year, Daphne's family will come to take the kitten home, and Vina, the Foreign Minister, must be present at the time.

Vina nodded: "I know. I'll bring you a small stove when I come back!"

Ernst only felt a warmth in his heart, as if some empty place was filled. He felt that the dissatisfaction he had just felt from being teased by Vina suddenly disappeared, and even his cheeks became hot.

Tsk, this Victoria's cat is really different.

Just one sentence can make one's heart itch.

I was right about you, Vina. People like you who are broad-minded understand people's hearts!

.......

After sending Vina away, Ernst did not stop working.

Because his infrastructure project is finally moving from theory to practice.

Nasti had formally submitted the project plan to him yesterday, confirming the renovation plan for the old town of Tukarim (which is actually not that old).

Kjerag's current urban planning highlights a lack of planning, with residential areas, commercial areas, and a very small number of light industrial factory areas mixed together, as if a City Skyline player who is either a novice or an NT is playing the game, just taking pictures of any vacant space or lit building, without paying any attention to traffic planning and future development.

In Nasti's words, after she and her team conducted a field survey, the first plan proposed by the team members was to directly divert water to flood the entire city, and then start rebuilding directly on the ruins.

The plan was rejected after careful discussion, repeated debates, soliciting opinions from local residents and considering local conditions.

The reason for the denial is that there is no such large reservoir near Tukarim.

"So if there is, you really intend to flood the city?"

Ernst said in disbelief.

No, aren't you Sarkaz a bit too extreme? What I want is urbanization, not anti-urbanization. And even if it is anti-urbanization, it shouldn't be this way, right?

But Nasti's expression was firm: "The renovation of the old city is necessary, and considering the current planning, there is basically no need to preserve it. Destroying it directly is the best way."

After she finished speaking, she saw Ernst was hesitant and added:

"If you don't agree, then I'm quitting. One of Tukarim's and my blood pressure must go down. Christen will have to worry about the other."

Look how angry our civil engineer sister is. I say you Colombians have never seen the world. Look at our girl Lola who came out of the mountains, she didn't react that strongly.

"Speaking of which, where's Lola?"

Nasti replied: "She said she wanted to confess, so I asked her to go to your Manzhuyuan, hoping that prayer can calm her heart."

Ernst: “….”

Why don't you refute that terrible plan to blow up the city? What's the point of going straight to the process of repentance afterwards?

Ernst pursed his lips and asked in a low voice:

"What if, I mean what if, this is just a possible consideration of a plan - if I want you to modify the existing urban planning, how much do you think this project will cost?"

Nasti looked at Ernst deeply. The witch's gnashing teeth looked as if she wanted to eat Ernst on the spot to prevent herself from thinking about that terrible project.

But in the end, her professionalism and the hardness of the bone pen in her hand made her persevere and answer:

"At least 4 million gold coupons. This is just the price of urban reconstruction, not including the subsequent infrastructure construction."

4 billion!

Ernst took a deep breath, then another, then another! He took another deep breath as if he needed a ventilator!

谢拉格现在账上的资金是6亿哥伦比亚金券和1000万维多利亚镑，还剩2000万的维多利亚镑会在温德米尔派人接回戴菲恩后打入账上。如果全部换算成哥伦比亚金券的话，账面资金一共有7亿5000万。

In addition to the great, kind, compassionate and generous 3000 billion yuan subsidy for the million yuan for the children that Wen Duoduo almost gave away for free, Ernst got the remaining million yuan at the risk of his life.

Even though Ernst is now in the limelight after the Holy Stone Trial, in fact, before going on trial, even Ernst was not absolutely sure that Yelagund was watching him.

Apart from anything else, the Holy Stone Judgment started so early. If he hadn't set the alarm by mistake and got up late, he might have been tied to the top of the mountain and served as a buffet to the feathered beasts!

Ernst felt heartbroken after spending four hundred million in one go!

It hurts so much that I can make a mask of pain!

With a glimmer of hope, he asked:

"What if we start all over again?"

"6 million." Nasti replied.

"Why are there more?" Ernst asked incredulously, "Didn't they say that starting over would be better?"

"Good things are expensive." Nast said, "Tearing down and rebuilding the first brick of a tall building will not leave any hidden dangers for the future. But of course it is more expensive than building directly on top of the original building."

She looked at Ernst and said earnestly:

"Starting from scratch, clearing out the old and building the new, this is the most difficult and time-consuming, but also the safest and most thorough method. With 600 million, you can buy the future of Tukarim." She said, and suddenly laughed, "Heh, at least Kjerag can buy the future with money. Kazdel never had this opportunity."

Ernst rolled his eyes at her.

It's easy to talk without any pain in the waist. If you can come up with 6 million yuan for construction without blinking an eyelid, I will lie down right where I am and show you what a rich woman is. I'm hungry, I want to eat!

And, you know what, what you just said sounded like a real estate salesman trying to trick me into buying a house.

I have to say, you were quite successful.

Ernst exhaled a long breath of hot air, which turned into white mist in the air.

He finally made up his mind and said, "Then let's do 600 million. Keep you, the talented urban designer, but don't really quit."

Ernst stretched out his hand towards Nasti. Nasti was slightly startled, then she took off her gloves in front of Ernst and held Ernst's outstretched hand.

The banshee's hands were a little cold, and the heat was transmitted unilaterally from Ernst to Nastie.

“There’s a saying in Colombia: The richest people are those who are self-made,” she said.

Ernst waved his hand, turned around with a smile, and walked towards Joyce's office.