Xue En was the white glove Lu PingAn's faction had put forward—the pioneer of reform and the scapegoat.
There were only two possibilities for his dismissal. One was that the entire project blew up, leaving him with no reason to keep working, so he would take the blame and step down.
The other was that he did too well, the reforms succeeded, and he would take the blame and step down.
"What blame is he taking?"
"Unstable public security. More criminal cases due to layoffs, plus some people holding signs in protest."
Lu PingAn fell silent for a moment, then nodded.
"Good work."
Not only were these typical trumped-up charges, they were all everyday nuisances that could have been completely ignored.
If they were using this opportunity to make him step down, there was naturally only one possibility.
"The framework for the reforms is more or less in place. If I don't let go now, I'll just become annoying."
"A lot of people came in from outside?"
"Quite a few. It's a good thing you woke up."
"I understand."
After a reform succeeded, it was perfectly normal for people to come pick peaches or share the cake. In fact, as administrators from other cities, if they did not come to borrow some experience and benefits, they would be the ones failing at their jobs.
The greatest achievement of the reform was the establishment of self-operating mechanisms: how the authorities managed the supernatural, the business scope of private enterprises, the treatment and benefits granted to supernatural beings, and so on.
These were not things that could be solved by forcing oneself to think them up and design them. They required enormous amounts of time and administrative costs, as well as a batch of unlucky people to "trial and error" their way