Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1198 - 988: Wishing You Continued Success_2

Chapter 1198: Chapter 988: Wishing You Continued Success_2

"I believe you will sooner or later hear about the theory that Zero is propagating, and I believe you might think, like others, that such a new era seems quite alright. But, you are different from those people."

The Chairperson of the Council said, fully aware that neither the current H1 Department nor the United Government had much to make Song Lan nostalgic, and that the methods of coercion and constraint often employed by corporations and families had no effect on the young man before him. Therefore, he could only resort to a different strategy, "You’ve been to the Fourth Neutral Country, seen the scenes within the mining pits with your own eyes, and also experienced the tragedy of the Lunar Eclipse night. Even though they promised everyone a bright future, could you really trust your future in the hands of those who conducted such ’experiments’?"

After pausing, the Chairperson of the Council added, "If they really achieved thought linkage, and if there were no more corporations and Review Meetings, then there wouldn’t be anyone left to constrain their actions. At that point, every single directive they issue would be an unchallengeable oracle."

Song Lan acknowledged there was some truth in the Chairperson’s long speech, but it was clearly laced with a personal agenda.

For example, the Review Meeting had never been effective in imposing any constraints, which was clearly self-aggrandizing.

The reality was that Zero, together with Wild Bone, casually strolled around this place which proclaimed to be the highest authority of the United Government, and then left with their heads held high, right in front of their touted security forces. And their idea of resolving the situation was to go fetch help.

What exactly have you constrained?

"If there’s nothing else, I’ll be taking my leave now."

Seeing Song Lan’s response, the founder of the epic fail military technology who seemed eager to say more was silenced by the Chairperson’s stern look.

Modern technology is overly advanced after all, allowing such poor team players to survive to this day.

...

Regrettably, the nagging continued in Song Lan’s ears.

"The situation is urgent this time, and you must give it sufficient attention; I hope you can formulate a practical plan before 8 o’clock tonight."

Just as he got on the hovercar, the Secretary eagerly said, "I have inspected the Security Bureau and am very familiar with the rules there; as long as we can get rid of Wild Bone..."

Facing the Secretary’s unceasing monologue, Song Lan decided to let his mind go blank.

It was now 6:41 in the evening, and the implication of the other party’s words was for him to go back and work overtime immediately to devise a plan, his excitement burning as if he were on fire.

Indeed, this matter pertained to the most important moment in the life of the Secretary.

After the Secretary-General’s demise due to a natural gas leak, the position had been vacant, and the person chattering nonstop in his ear was a strong contender for the next Secretary-General. If he could show some face during this crisis, a promotion to the peak of his career was imminent.

Watching the agitated expression, as if about to go mad at any moment, Song Lan could only marvel that he was truly a person deeply influenced by the culture of the United Government, harboring grand dreams even when fallen into such a plight.

"Mr. Song Lan, I have conducted inspections in many related departments before, and for the following actions, I have the following suggestions..."

"How about you do it?"

After Song Lan asked the question, the interior of the hovercar finally quieted down for a brief moment.

The Secretary stuttered for quite some time, his face turning alternately green and pale.

This was, however, within expectations; if his abilities were half as good as he boasted, he should have taken decisive action when Wild Bone showed up, rather than spouting theories here.

Overworking to develop a strategy was obviously impossible, as it had already been more than an hour past leaving work.

Song Lan felt that perhaps the man didn’t truly understand the charm of working nine to five; his primary consideration now was what to have for dinner.

These past few days, Lu Xiang had been eating fast food, and in the year 2141, she had subsisted solely on cheap synthetic food from street vendors, which, for someone with a gluttonous nature like hers, definitely counted as dark days. Thus, tonight, he planned to prepare some of her most favorite dishes.

"I don’t think you understand my point. Let’s put it this way, our relationship is like that between a marksman and a weapon; while indeed your abilities are strong, you also need to meet the right marksman to fully realize its effect. The knowl..."

The Secretary’s speech abruptly stopped.

After a brief lapse in thought, he was surprised to find that the scene outside the car window had shifted.

At some point, the hovercar had pulled up above the apartment block, and Song Lan had already stood up and opened the door before he had time to adjust to the change.

Before getting out of the car, he didn’t forget to politely greet the other person, "Then, I wish you continuous promotions."

"Thud—"

The door of the hover car slowly closed.

When Song Lan got home, Lu Xiang and Yeying were sitting side by side on the sofa, with three bags of leftover chips on the coffee table, and an empty lunch box.

"I thought you weren’t coming back tonight."

Hearing the noise behind her, Lu Xiang was somewhat surprised.

The chips were the emergency food supply at home and also hard currency for Song Lan when he had to work overtime or go on business trips. These three big bags of chips were the long-treasured food of little friend Yeying. In exchange, Lu Xiang also took out the braised beef that Grandpa Li gave them when she came home.

In the past, when Lu Xiang saw Yeying sitting alone pitifully hugging her knees, staring persistently at the door, she also felt a surge of compassion, and volunteered to prepare some dinner for Yeying, only to be hastily stopped by her.

In Yeying’s words, it was bad enough that Song Lan wasn’t coming home to cook dinner. What was worse was not only not getting to eat Song Lan’s cooking but also being poisoned by someone else.

"They originally intended to, but I firmly refused. Refusing to work overtime is my motto."

In fact, being called in for a Review Meeting at the last minute was already considered going above and beyond for him.

As for stopping the rebellion, such a grand mission... he could only say it was already in the preparatory stages.

"Come on, Yeying, go peel the potatoes."

"Okie-dokie!"

Seeing Song Lan come home, Yeying’s eyes lit up, and she immediately abandoned her previously enjoyed chips, hopping and skipping into the kitchen.

Lu Xiang moved a chair and sat at the doorway of the kitchen’s retractable door.

During cooking, entering the kitchen was prohibited, one of the unwritten rules at home.

So sometimes, during conversations, Lu Xiang would move a chair to the kitchen doorway, peering through the half-open retractable door at the busy figure of Song Lan.

The king has the king’s talents, and the chef has the chef’s talents. She accepted Song Lan’s "specialization in one’s profession" concept and completely gave up the path of chef. This regret, she feared, could only be compensated for by the children who would inherit their blood and will.

Although she might never be linked with cooking in this lifetime, having a baby who is a culinary master isn’t exactly a subtle salvation either.

As for little friend Yeying, while she was not skilled at cooking, under Song Lan’s influence, she had leveled up her ability to be a sous-chef to a master level.

Watching Yeying peel potatoes was amusing. She didn’t need any tools; when necessary, her sharp nails would lengthen, and in less than three seconds, she could cleanly peel the skin off a potato the size of a palm. The efficiency was such that even the kitchen helper robots on the market couldn’t compare.

Not only that, Yeying’s knife skills were also exceptional.

Scratching haphazardly on the cutting board with her nails, the ingredients would be divided into regular shapes.

Yeying always enjoyed the process of helping out in the kitchen because she could legitimately toss those leftover scraps into her mouth. Casting aside the identity of an Angel of Death from the Church, Yeying’s ability for creative changes filled with vitality allowed her to be adept in every aspect of daily life.

By now, she had already become Song Lan’s top kitchen assistant, not needing Song Lan’s directions to know how to cut and sort the ingredients.

"While you were out, Medea made a phone call, giving some predictions about this mutation."

Lu Xiang said, "If everything goes as expected, Yeying and her sisters will be the final template for this mutation. When necessary, their bodies will be able to transform into a state conducive to survival."

The experiments involving the Angels of Death were one of the Gene Master’s experiments imposed on the Neutral Country, and Yeying and the others were the templates of the successful experiment.

"Of course, that’s assuming everything goes smoothly."

Lu Xiang added, "Medea carefully studied the templates of the distorted constructs, which are the products of failed mutations. She believes the current mutation process is like a newly manufactured machine, everything is in its prime state, but this kind of gene rewriting will inevitably lead to wear and tear. The more it’s used, the more likely it is to malfunction."