After being forced into service, Lu PingAn still did not get the vacation he had been longing for.
Lu PingAn had a life of his own—not just one, but many. Yet now, endless meetings and appointments filled his schedule.
"I came here to fight a war, so why have I become an office worker?! The kind who works twenty-four hours a day without a break!"
Anyone who had been a department head knew that if you held a real post rather than a retirement position, you were effectively on duty around the clock. Everything under your responsibility was your job, and as long as you wanted to work, there would always be something to do.
And once one reached a certain rank, even a Secretary Team alone was not enough. The staff assigned around one's duties needed to number at least in the double digits. So-called XX Offices and XX Working Committees were all extensions of one's will and representatives. Before most meetings even began, they had already finished the work. All one had to do was speak and sign.
Lu PingAn adjusted his mindset. Before the war broke out, he had been a mascot coasting on his salary. But his identity and position were right there. As the nominal top commander of a military district, merely attending all kinds of unavoidable publicity events was enough to make him collapse.
Six events a day, from morning until midnight. Then he had to attend various banquets in the middle of the night, and after returning, he still had to hold debriefings and write reports...
...Wait, why am I honestly going to work? Can't I just run away?
It seemed like he really could!
Did that look irresponsible? In reality, if he was absent, his subordinates would simply handle the work instead—those