My Arknights Life Diary

The White City, or Casablanca (a name I made up myself, a transliteration of the White City in Sargon), is a small town that suddenly appeared in the wilderness outside the rainforest.

With its appearance, the crack that separated the rainforest and the wasteland magically closed. However, the brave and warlike Adaklis people in the jungle were not afraid of this.

They were full of curiosity about the town that suddenly appeared, and some brave ones among them chose to go there to explore.

The result is naturally not dangerous.

Although they didn't speak the same language, they could both feel each other's kindness.

When the people in Baicheng first came into contact with these crocodile people, they were naturally wary of them, but later on, they discovered that the people here were indeed as simple and honest as the city lord had described.

Well... to be more precise, it is actually backwardness. In their eyes, mineralogy is no different from other diseases such as colds and fevers.

The residents of the White City did not look at them differently because of the Originium crystals exposed on their bodies. Of course, they also found that if they wanted to gain more respect, fighting with them was a good choice.

For these Adaklis people, the White City is filled with many novel gadgets, many of which interest them very much.

They also heard that the crack that originally separated the wasteland and the rainforest seemed to have been closed by their city lord, and the naive Adaklis people used their simple minds to think that the city lord closed the crack by dragging another piece of land.

Therefore, they naturally regarded the Lord of White City as a big guy with strong muscles all over his body.

This statement spread among the tribes in the rainforest, and from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred, it gained widespread recognition.

In addition, due to language barriers and information errors, most Adaklis people believe that the lord of White City has always been the tall guy wearing heavy armor (Armored Mud Rock).

Of course, these little episodes in acquaintance did not hinder the friendly exchanges between the two sides. In today's White City, one can often see Adaklis people bringing specialties from the rainforest to trade.

They traded with the residents of White City in the most primitive way, bartering. The trading method was also very simple. They would just point to something they liked.

Then he would push the item he wanted to trade forward, and if the other party nodded, the deal was successful.

If he shook his head but did not push back what the Adaklis offered, it meant that it could be exchanged, but the value was not enough.

If the other party shakes their head and returns the item, it means that they don't want the item.

All in all, the White City and the Adaklis people in the rainforest have a good relationship, but as the communication gradually deepens...

Some problems will naturally arise...

"Hedley of the (Sarkaz Exit)! Explain to me why this thing appeared on my desk?!"

In the city lord's office, Tu Fang sat on a chair, looking at the report document in front of him, which had a thousand words. He couldn't help but swore.

This report document expanded a trivial matter that could be explained in just a few dozen words to a thousand words.

On the other side, Hedley, who was reviewing the newly arrived documents, noticed that Tu Fang was a little emotionally broken, and his tone was a little uncontrollable.

"You decide for yourself! This matter really needs to be judged by you. This is a diplomatic incident!"

"Does a diplomatic incident require so many words? What time can I get off work today?"

Tu Fang looked at the time. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening. He looked at the pile of documents in front of him and the schedule after ten o'clock.

In addition to the documents that were being audited and distributed to other places by Hedley, as well as the documents in front of him, he couldn't help but shout in a state of collapse.

"I don't know! Now I'm your assistant all day, and I can't even hold the literacy class! W is just idle all day, and even Ines can't control her!"

Hedley shouted this in annoyance, Tu Fang said this as if he was the only one doing him a favor.

"Forget it, forget it. I won't say any more. Let's finish writing the proposal for this document first, Hedley! There are still so many documents waiting for me!"

"There are probably more than 50 documents, 15 of which are long-term cooperation plans with merchants, and five are consultations with chiefs on a series of issues related to the exploitation of rainforest resources.

20 of them are some troublesome issues from various streets. After being reported up the chain of command, they came to us. Two of them are equipment requirements for new mines in the mine, and the remaining one is construction applications from various places in Baicheng. "

Hedley said this weakly while reviewing the documents in front of him. The documents he could see were far more than Tu Fang.

He is responsible for reviewing whether some documents are really suitable to be sent to Tu Fang and whether Tu Fang needs to spend time to resolve them.

Generally speaking, only one out of every four to five files needs to be resolved by Tu Fang, and the vast majority of the files (some meaningless trivial matters) will be assigned by him to various departments or individuals.

It can only be said that the system of this new city still has many problems. The lower-level staff do not know how to solve them, so they report them. After receiving the reports, the middle-level staff will continue to report.

No matter how big or small these matters are, as long as the people below don’t know how to solve them or there are some problems, they will be reported.

Some of them may be able to solve the problem, but they may find it troublesome and simply pass the blame to those above them.

Some of the people above them will do it, while others will simply pass it on to the people above them.

Stacked layer upon layer, it makes the people on top feel overwhelmed.

Moreover, the number of people in Baicheng is still increasing. On average, other teams will join Baicheng every half a month, with an average of 1 to 2 people each time.

Most of these people originally wanted to follow the large army led by Tu Fang, but were unable to successfully join because the number of people in the large army had reached the limit that Tu Fang could manage.

Tu Fang did not give up on these people. He separated some people from the team and led them to follow the main force in the expedition.

Moreover, Tu Fang also asked Da Ke to keep an eye on them to ensure that they would not encounter any major danger while crossing the wilderness.

Although these teams suffered some losses to varying degrees, that was only compared to the main force. Overall, their expedition survival rate was still over 96%.

With the addition of these people, the area of ​​Baicheng is gradually expanding, and the permanent population is approaching 30,000 and is still growing. The number of big and small things happening every day is countless.

Upload it to the upper level... Even after going through layers of reduction, the number of files is still so large that Tu Fang is overwhelmed.

Tu Fang has already made up his mind that once Baicheng is truly stable, he will start to improve the system.

As for now.....that's it...

Tu Fang's hands have turned into a ruthless writing machine. The sound of "da da da da da da" makes people wonder if sparks will appear on the table if he continues writing like this.

"Okay, I've finished writing this letter of solutions and rectification suggestions, Lao Yang!"

Tu Fang shouted, and next to Hedley, a Caprini man whom Tu Fang called "Old Yang" raised his head with a tired face.

"My friend! Have you collected 20 signed documents?"

Lao Yang, full name: Gustav, Yang

Of course, it has another identity, that is the "Witch King"

The real identity of this guy is the "damaged consciousness clone of the Witch King" in Tu Fang's hand. He appears because of the inspiration Tu Fang got after resurrecting the turtle from Da Ke.

At that time, Tu Fang was tortured by government affairs and was miserable. Occasionally, he would call on the Witch King's consciousness attached to him to split into two and take charge of the class.

The first few times were fine, but the next few times the consciousness clone got angry and stopped working. After all, signing documents is really a headache.

Later, Tu Fang thought of a permanent solution. He asked Da Ke to rub a body and injected the consciousness of the "Witch King" into that body.

There came the current Lao Yang, and then Lao Yang was pulled in by Tu Fang to work with him on these documents.

"Do you even need to ask? Give these letters to the Construction Department, and those two to the Military Affairs Department. Also, give these to the Residents' Affairs Department. Ask them to implement them quickly! And these two are to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs!"

"Understood, my friend."

Lao Yang said this and took the stack of documents, but he did not take action immediately. Instead, he continued to audit the documents in front of him.

Apparently, he planned to deal with the signed documents after reviewing them in his hands.

And in this busy office, there is only one figure who looks a little leisurely.

That is Guigui, who is sleeping on a small stool in the corner of the room. She is here to work with Tu Fang and also acts as Tu Fang's bodyguard.

Although the question of whether Tu Fang's office needs bodyguards given its security level is debatable, this is not the point. The point is companionship, um!

Meanwhile on the other side...

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town Hall.

Even though it was already night, the place was still brightly lit. Some department heads and staff were packing up and planning to return to their residences to rest.

Some of them were staring at the list of documents that had just been distributed to them and were worried, while others were sorting out some things to prepare for tonight's shift.

In this atmosphere that was neither busy nor leisurely, a yellow figure passed by the staff at an extremely fast speed.

He went straight to the city lord's office in the center, and the surrounding staff and security personnel were already accustomed to this scene.

crunch~

The door of Tu Fang's office was pushed open, and four pairs of eyes, including Guigui who opened his eyes after hearing the noise, looked towards the door.

"Huh..." X3

Seeing that the person coming was Xiao Ke, Hedley, Tu Fang and the coolie Lao Yang all breathed a sigh of relief. They thought that new documents had been delivered.

"Xiao Ke, what are you doing here?"

Tu Fang looked at Xiao Ke at the door, raised his head which was buried in the documents, and said this weakly.

"Sister Niyan asked me to bring you some cakes. These were made by Sister Niyan herself."

Xiao Ke said this, took out a box from the backpack behind him, skipped to Tu Fang's desk, and then placed the box of snacks on a pile of documents.

Tu Fang opened the lid and saw that there were 12 small cakes shaped like miniature versions of Guyuan Rock. The size of each cake was extremely regular, all of which were placed vertically in a rectangle of nine centimeters long and six centimeters wide.

"Ah... Mud Rock you!"

Tu Fang said this as he picked up a piece of cake and took a bite. The outer shell used to shape the cake was something similar to chocolate, and the inside was soft bread with a sweet filling. Overall, it tasted like chocolate.

"Tu Fang, you look very tired, why don't you take a rest?"