Strategic Plan 90

“If we must find a reason for this adjustment in the schedule, it is the comrades’ outstanding work, which has already yielded positive results in the medieval world, laying a solid foundation for Mr. Wu Qingchen’s environmental security and status enhancement! It has greatly propelled the celestial event into a whole new strategic phase!”

“Comrades here are elites from various departments. I believe everyone understands the principle of ‘different times call for different measures.’ When we first engaged with the medieval world, the situation was so urgent, and we had almost no intelligence—completely in the dark. Our department insisted on a cautious, step-by-step approach, prioritizing safety and focusing entirely on Mr. Wu Qingchen. At that time, this was naturally the most correct choice…”

“However, through everyone’s efforts, we gained valuable buffer time. Now, whether on Earth or in the medieval world, the circumstances have dramatically changed. The committee has decided to adopt more flexible measures, based on a more comprehensive consideration.”

“Also, none of this concerns Director Huang. Like our department, Comrade Huang Xing is merely responsible for the concrete implementation of the training plan.”

“When we conduct training, we never hold banquets, nor do we suddenly forget training arrangements…” The young man who spoke first voiced what resonated with everyone present.

“You all…”

Raising his hand to lightly tap around the office, Jiang Fengming wore a wry smile and shook his head. Pressing a button on the console, the parameters he had adjusted earlier took immediate effect. The display screen opposite switched to several small segments: “Take a closer look…”

On the screen:

In the morning, when shaking hands and conversing with Huang Xing, Wu Qingchen appeared somewhat surprised.

Entering the “Aikeli Simulation Base,” crossing the muddy pits of Mutianlan, and through the complex inspection of the new herdsman’s residence, Wu Qingchen’s expression showed deep appreciation for the hardworking staff.

The sudden lavish banquet caused obvious discontent on Wu Qingchen’s face.

Upon abruptly learning that he would “completely leave frontline labor,” Wu Qingchen’s expression turned delighted.

Each small video segment played continuously on loop. To avoid interference, all videos were thoughtfully muted, with subtitles of the dialogues displayed beneath each clip.

Perhaps the subtitles left an even stronger impression.

After about two minutes, pointing to the first video segment where “Huang Xing and Wu Qingchen” shook hands, a soldier suddenly exclaimed.

“Mr. Wu only greeted Director Jiang once. The man named Huang did not dismiss it with a vague excuse; instead, he deliberately mentioned you repeatedly and even said multiple times that he could call you over anytime…”

“If that’s the case… then here too…” another bureaucrat pointed at the footage of Huang Xing introducing the “Emperor’s Golden Pole Banquet”: “Mr. Wu was clearly already displeased, but Director Huang deliberately said that the previous arrangements were inadequate… Isn’t that a hint that Director Jiang’s plan better suits Mr. Wu’s wishes?”

“Pretending to forget changes in the training plan on purpose happens sometimes, right? Mr. Wu suddenly becoming happy like that—also happens, right? Could this also be to remind Mr. Wu of Director Jiang’s kindness?” Seeing his colleagues seemingly begin to change their opinions, the young man who spoke first showed some defiance.

However, just after saying this, he noticed all eyes turning toward him.

“Isn’t that so? What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?”

“Cough… Xiao Luo…” The colleague nearest to the still fiery young man patted his shoulder: “…Repeatedly hinting at Director Jiang twice isn’t without some cost… Look here…”

He pointed toward the video segment about the banquet in the lower-left corner. “…Mr. Wu had already accumulated a lot of dissatisfaction. If we don’t do something to make him happy soon, we might really have to replace Director Jiang right then and there…”

“Well, isn’t that exactly what we want!” Xiao Luo raised his voice a bit.

“Xiao Luo, Xiao Luo…” A soldier also wore Jiang Fengming’s wry smile: “It’s great that Director Huang is willing to help us, but we can’t expect him to help to the point of directly undermining the committee’s arrangements, can we?”

“This…” Xiao Luo was not stubborn by nature. His earlier outburst was merely a moment of frustration. Now he finally realized it and was at a loss for how to explain himself.

“All right, it seems everyone understands that Director Huang harbors no ill will toward us and has been helping all along…” Jiang Fengming spoke again, helping Xiao Luo out of his predicament: “But don’t misunderstand—there is no tacit understanding between me and Director Huang, nor any secret exchange of interests…”

“…At a moment like this, such things simply cannot exist!” Jiang Fengming continued, “Unless you’re as uninformed as Mr. Wu. Otherwise, with such obvious hints from Director Huang, even we can see it. The committee cannot be unaware… In fact, this might be part of the committee’s plan itself…”

“Why is that?” Xiao Luo asked.

Everyone in the office showed curiosity in their eyes.

“It involves the differences between our department and Director Huang’s,” Jiang Fengming said, sighing slightly before stopping.

Everyone present was intelligent. Hearing this unfinished remark, even the most impatient Xiao Luo wisely refrained from pressing further.

Jiang Fengming pressed a button again, and the real-time training footage in the lower right corner expanded to cover the entire display screen once more.

By this time, the bizarre characters teaching Mr. Wu the “art of one-on-one communication” had already been rotated three times.

The large office returned to its original working state.

Perhaps because many knots had been untied, the soldiers and bureaucrats’ voices explaining the videos seemed much more spirited.

This went on for about twenty minutes until suddenly, a “knock knock knock…” came from the tightly closed door.

Looking at the console’s surveillance video of the desk, the three green lights representing password, passphrase, and scan in the upper right corner all lit up. Jiang Fengming pressed a certain button.

“Director Jiang, good day!”

A fully armed squad appeared outside the door, the lead officer saluting Jiang Fengming.

Jiang Fengming nodded.

Taking an alloy case from his assistant, the officer stepped into the room while the others stayed outside.

Jiang Fengming glanced once more at the large screen opposite.

Mr. Wu Qingchen’s training on “one-on-one communication skills” was expected to last about another hour.

“All right… let’s pause here.”

Calculating the time needed for subordinate assistance later, Jiang Fengming thought for a moment and looked up at everyone in the office: “You all go out and prepare for the next training session. Approximately… um, unless otherwise notified, return in forty minutes.”

“Yes!” “Understood.”

In the cluttered room, the soldiers barely managed a salute, the bureaucrats nodded, and from the piles of documents scattered on the floor, they found a few patches of clear space and filed out one by one.

Waiting outside, they walked on…