Please send recommendation votes and monthly votes.
At that moment, the Chen Clan's leader, Grand Old Master Chen Zixiu, spoke in a clear, resonant voice. "Enough, Xiaojun. Your proposal is too radical. It won't do."
"How about this? We won't establish academies in small cities, only in commandery cities, mid-sized cities, and those select small cities with distinctive strengths."
"That way, each commandery should have no more than ten cities involved. Across the Southern Five Commanderies, we'll keep the total below fifty cities, with a maximum of one hundred basic academies."
"One advanced vocational technical academy per commandery should suffice."
"Chuxin, do you think this proposal and its scale are feasible?"
These were all regional hubs whose influence extended over several nearby small cities.
In the terminology of the great eastern nation on Blue Star, this meant moving from the county-district level to the prefecture-city level.
On the surface, an arrangement like this was not outrageously large.
With a limit of one hundred basic academies and a thousand students per academy, the total number of warriors trained would be around a hundred thousand.
Compared with the original plan of four hundred thousand, that was a drastic reduction to just twenty-five percent.
You couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry, and taking too long a stride would tear your balls.
Chen Xiaojun's plans had always been like this: bold breakthroughs, meticulous thinking, each link interlocking, every step ingenious, yet always carrying a certain urgency.
Chen Zixiu was indeed seasoned and steady. With his very first move, he changed the situation.
His revision struck precisely the right balance in the number of warriors.
It would neither put the Xue sisters in a difficult position nor leave gaps that would cause the proposal to die in the womb.
Everything had been