Let's Follow the Demonic Path
Sitting in the old lounge, Wang Shanzhang felt deeply frustrated.
As the head of the Confucian Sect and governor of Righteous Qi Prefecture, he could not even get a special case approved.
Chen Yu sat across from him. The resentment in his heart had already faded, replaced by sympathy for Wang Shanzhang.
Being a governor to this extent was truly stifling.
However, Righteous Qi Prefecture was indeed complicated. Calamities, taboos, and contamination were everywhere, making it difficult to establish any universal framework for carrying out work.
A single administrative order from above would be met with a hundred reasons for rejection below, and those reasons were often quite well-founded.
Either there was not enough manpower, or there were too many taboos. Occasionally, when something could actually be done, they would happily allocate the funds, only for there to be no follow-up afterward. Sending people to investigate would likely reveal that the funding had long since vanished into thin air.
"Bastards! Scum! Is this what Bu Tianque raised you into? How did Righteous Qi Prefecture end up like this?!"
The Evil God watched Wang Shanzhang coldly from the side, but Wang Shanzhang no longer wanted to care about it.
Listening to Wang Shanzhang's tearful complaints, Chen Yu poured him a cup of tea, pushed it over, and asked, "Headmaster—"
"Call me Little Wang. I don't deserve to be called Headmaster!"
"That sounds awful. It makes it seem like I'm discriminating against Old Wang next door."
"Stop making fun of me at a time like this! I really want to cry! I'm a headmaster, the leader of the Confucian Sect, yet my orders cannot even leave Confucian Grove. What am I supposed to be?!"
"Um, Little Wangba?"
"You're bullying me too!"
After blowing his nose, Wang Shanzhang