Schiller had said everything there was to say. What else could the Supreme Intelligence possibly add?
If he kept insisting on advancing environmental work gradually, he would be obstructing his colleagues from achieving greatness and preventing them from shouldering the responsibility of building an interstellar society. If he kept emphasizing emotional issues, he might have to invite Schiller over as a psychologist. And if he agreed, then the environmental work would have to be carried out whether he wanted it or not. Moreover, as the Speaker's Executive Secretary, he would have to be the one to implement it. Everyone knew he represented the Three Great Empires. If he got to work, wouldn't all those opportunists hang themselves from the rafters, stab themselves with awls, and bury their heads in hard work?
Basically, Schiller had blocked off every path where he could make excuses. Whether it was the rise of great powers or the dignity of ordinary people, whether it was interstellar society or the Interstellar Council, there seemed to be no excuse left to stop environmental work from being implemented.
"Fine," the Supreme Intelligence said. "I'll arrange it right away."
With that, he left. Strange curled his lip disdainfully and said, "That's all he's got?"
Then he suddenly remembered that this plan might be digging a pit for himself. He slammed a fist onto the table in irritation and said, "That's all he's got?!"
"You think he'll really go do the work obediently?"
"What else can he do?" Strange asked. "I've never been involved in politics, but even I understand that he can use all sorts of methods to dissuade me, or delay things, or go through the motions, but he can't truly oppose me. To some extent, we're a community of shared interests. Just like he said, we're in