Reborn: Imperial Officer Promotion Guide

A few hours passed, and Hull had a lot to do besides drafting a policy plan.

It is also his job to confirm the draft documents submitted by the subordinate interior officials.

"Sir, this is the policy document I compiled yesterday. I wanted to give it to Secretary Edmund for confirmation first, but he..."

"Edmund worked all night last night. I asked him to go back and rest. I will directly review your document."

"Eh?! Is this okay?"

Hull took the policy document from the other party.

He flipped through the sixty pages of documents one by one, as if he was just skimming through them. It took him less than a minute to finish.

Hern took a pen and wrote the four words [Audit Passed] on the audit suggestion.

Just as Hull picked up the pen and prepared to sign his name next to it, the lower-level government official's eyes widened wider than a cow's and hurriedly stopped Hull.

"…Huh? Have you finished reading it?"

"Well, I've read it. It's pretty good. I think this is a policy plan that can effectively control the castle's expenses. Many of the adjustment strategies are also feasible, but..."

Originally, this junior government official felt a little complacent when he heard Hull praising his proposal. He revised it four times yesterday and finally demonstrated his value. But soon, Hull seemed to have a different opinion.

"I think you can expand your horizons and focus on the entire East Territory. Study carefully how to control the expenditure of the entire territory. That may be the real solution."

Indeed, cutting expenses within the castle was only one part of controlling territorial spending; there were many other problems that could be addressed.

"Yes."

"But it doesn't matter. We can just do it step by step. We should first cut down the expenses of the castle, and then gradually expand to the entire East Territory."

A smile appeared on the face of the junior government official, but his expression immediately turned into confusion.

"Um...besides that, is there anything else that concerns you?"

"No, there is no problem with the content, but there are some typos and omissions."

Hull turned to page 18, page 39... and pointed to them one by one with his finger.

There are five in total.

"Oh no! I am so careless. Let me rewrite it. Please give me some time and it will be done soon..."

The junior government official wanted to take back the policy proposal he had submitted and go back to rewrite it, but Hull stopped him.

"It's just some typos and omissions. Can't you just rewrite it? The important thing about a policy plan is the content. Rewriting it all the time is a waste of parchment. The most important thing is that instead of wasting so much time on such trivial matters, it is better to start drafting a new policy plan."

Hull was not in the habit of nitpicking; he had never been a perfectionist.

Although he would ensure maximum accuracy when making plans, he was also accustomed to considering issues from the overall to the details.

But he understood that there was no real perfection in the world, and even on a battlefield like that in the North, his plans were disrupted again and again.

Just like these typos and omissions, you just need to correct them and ensure that the subsequent developments are in a favorable direction and there will be no problem.

The three junior government officials widened their eyes after hearing this.

But Hull still silently signed his name on the last page and then stood up.

"I have to check the review progress of the two emergency policy documents submitted yesterday. I will be away for a while. You guys should focus on your work first. Also, you can take a look at this before I come back."

He picked up from the table the document he had drafted in the office early in the morning, which was more than two hundred pages long.

"What...what is this?"

"I have probably drawn up about thirty strategies, all of which I thought of before going to bed last night."

"Ah?! More than thirty?"

"Well, the policy proposal also needs to be concise. This way, it will be easier for readers and drafters. Everyone should pay a little attention to this in the future and try to control the number of words in each policy document."

"More than two hundred pages..." The three junior government officials gathered in front of the huge pile of documents and looked at each other in bewilderment.

I'm afraid it will take several days to review it. Do I have to review it all today?

According to their previous work habits, things assigned by their superiors on the same day must be completed on the same day.

But isn't this number too amazing? It only took one morning to draft it... It's really terrifying.

Hull noticed the embarrassment of several of his subordinates and added, "There's no rush for these. You can look at them when you have time. Give priority to the work at hand."

Heer said and walked out of the room with the bell.

When I arrived at Badda's room, I saw a group of political officials under Badda as soon as I entered the door.

"Is Mr. Badda, the assistant to the interior minister, here? I want to confirm how the proposal I submitted yesterday has been reviewed."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Badda is not feeling well and has not come to the office yet. Please go back and wait for a while."

The person who spoke was the personal secretary in the office.

It seems that he has more say than the other government officials and should be Badda's confidant.

"Oh, that's really incredible. Has anyone gone to offer condolences?"

"We have sent Mr. Badda's secretary to check on his condition, but he hasn't returned yet."

This answer was beyond Hull's expectations. How could Badda be at home now? It would be strange if you could find him.

If we can’t even find the person, how can we know that he is not feeling well?

It's just an excuse. It seems that Badda has been lazy at home a lot in the past, and these guys have become accustomed to covering for him.

This helped Hull a lot and delayed the news of Badda's disappearance.

“If possible, I hope the documents can be reviewed as soon as possible, otherwise our work here will be suspended.”

"Hey! We are all worried about Mr. Badda's health! How can we spare the time to look at your policy documents now?"

"Because you are worried about your superior's health, you are absent-minded and unable to perform your duties normally? I don't quite understand what you mean by this. We all work for the Empire. Even if we are worried about our superiors, we can't neglect our work, right?"

"..."

"And even if you take a step back and say that you are worried about Mr. Badda's health and cannot work, isn't it your responsibility to review the documents we submitted? Please don't lose sight of the big picture. I beg you."

After saying that, Hull walked away with Ling.

Ling also knew what happened last night. Badda's health was indeed a cause for concern. I heard that he was beaten badly during the torture.

But in Ling's eyes, Hull is now like a criminal who kidnapped someone and went to the person's lair to cause trouble.

His character is really bad.

Fortunately, Ling knew how to act innocent, so others could not tell that she also knew the truth.

On the other hand, it was Hull. How dare he do that? Wasn't he afraid of being exposed by going back to find trouble?

The two walked down the corridor.

"How can you be so frank and even go to someone's office to ask questions? Aren't you afraid of being exposed?"

"Any questions? I'm confident that I didn't leave any unfavorable evidence behind."

"very scary!"

Ling hugged her shoulders and shuddered, but of course she was pretending just to annoy Heer.

"By the way, have you confirmed the supply routes around here?"

The situation of the supply route from Easterling to the easternmost border of the empire.

Identifying these existing transport routes is an integral part of policy implementation.

Ling didn't show up the whole day yesterday. She went with Goliath to the surrounding area to get to know the situation.

"Basically, the intelligence has been collected."

"Really? That's pretty fast."

"What else? Yesterday I took Goliath to inquire everywhere. I was almost exhausted. And you woke me up so early today."

"...How credible is it?" Hull did not respond. He knew that Ling would definitely find an excuse to ask for time to rest.

Now is not the time to rest.

"There should be no problem with the credibility. To ensure that everything is foolproof, I have also carefully compared the detailed information that the teacher gave me this morning."

That’s right, what Hull gave him in the morning was the detailed information of the transportation routes within the East Territory.

"I see."

This result exceeded Hull's expectations.

To optimize local transportation routes, you must first determine the conditions of existing transportation routes in the surrounding area.

Hull originally predicted that it would take at least a week.

Even with Goliath, it was impossible for Ling, who only looked like a ten-year-old child, to go to other political officials for confirmation.

She could only look through information, eavesdrop on rumors among the people, or directly ask local insiders in person. Even with such primitive methods, Ling completed the task assigned to her by Hull ahead of schedule.

Sure enough, this girl is very good at communication.

Even Hull found it difficult at first, but he didn't expect that she could complete the task so easily.

Growing up very fast...

Heer looked at Ling and smiled with satisfaction.

"What are you looking at? It's so unlucky!" Ling made a face at He Ran.

"So what's the situation with those transport routes?"

"There are twelve transportation routes from East Territory to the easternmost border. All of them need to bypass the Red Viper Desert and then go through other areas before redirecting eastwards. This makes transportation very inconvenient."

Ling took out a simple map and handed it to Hull.

"Sure enough, there is no transportation route across the entire desert."

"It's very difficult to cross the desert. The climate is so bad that we can only go through a few oases and then reroute to other areas for safety."

Any normal person would think so, and it is indeed the case.

East County had to take a long and laborious route to transport supplies to the front line, causing the entire transportation line to be too long.

It is very inconvenient to use, and it also causes a lot of losses and is very costly.

The same is true for materials transported in from outside, which is also a major cause of poverty in the entire East Territory.

"It is indeed troublesome not to have an oasis as a transit station. In this case, let's build a few oases. This is also the job of the political officer."

Building an artificial oasis is no small matter. It requires huge manpower and financial resources, and must be approved by superiors at all levels. It is definitely not something that Hull can decide alone.

It's amazing that he can say it so easily.

"Even if we want to build an oasis, water must be transported from other areas, which will cost a huge amount of money. The current East Territory should not have such conditions."

Ling's thinking is still at the level of an ordinary person, but Hull has already thought of a solution.

"No, water can be obtained by other means."

"What do you mean?"

In response to Ling's question, Hull raised his head and looked into the distance outside the corridor. The visible heat waves made the buildings seem to be dancing.

"Wouldn't it be fine if it rained?"

"How is this possible... It's because of the drought and lack of rain that this area has become a desert, isn't it?" Ling thought that Hull had some brilliant idea, but it turned out to be such a vague method.

"Don't forget, I'm a magician. I have the ability to make the impossible possible."

"No, there is no magic wand in this world that can control the weather."

Hearing Ling's rebuttal, Hull laughed: "Why, have you investigated it?"

Ling bit her lip and nodded. Yesterday, she took a walk around the East Territory and saw the people who looked like zombies. Ling also hoped to do her part.

She knew that Hel was a top magician, and that this land had become a dead zone because of drought and heat. If there was magic that could change the climate, this land could definitely be saved.

But the result of investigation is that there is no magic wand in the world that can control the weather.

Perhaps, only God has the power to bring rain to this deadly land.

Heer smiled and patted Ling's head: "...In any case, we need to take measures as soon as possible. Ling, just try to save this land according to your own ideas. This is also the homework I leave for you."

After Hull left, the secretary who went to look for Badda in Badda's office had returned.

He brought bad news.

It was confirmed that Badda did not abandon his work to enjoy the delicious food as usual, but simply disappeared.

The secretary searched all the shops and several mansions that Badda frequented but couldn't find him.

Only in the most secretive mansion were there signs of a mob attack.

The entire mansion was ransacked and all valuables were missing.

"Maybe something serious has happened!"

After receiving the news, Badda's Chief Private Secretary, More Bandes, immediately came to the office to take charge of the situation.

That night, a large number of people were organized to conduct a city-wide search.

Hope to track down Baddad and find any useful clues.