Heavenly Fighting

"What singer? Ni Xiang Huo?"

　　"What's Erxiangbo? 'Singer' is your nickname!"

　　"My nickname is Lao Wang!?"

　　"ah?"

　　After a while of joking around, Qianshui finally figured out the origin of his new nickname.

　　"Didn't you defeat the two Haotian Sect disciples while singing in the elite competition? That's when the news spread. After all, no one knows what your martial spirit is, so it's hard to give you a common nickname. It's probably because of this, plus your deeds in Yuexuan have spread, that the public calls you 'the singer'."

　　Qianshui combed Qian Renxue's hair and dried her hair while listening to her explain the origin of the matter.

　　"You were the one who started this."

　　"snort."

　　Qian Renxue did not give a direct answer, but this cold snort still answered the question.

　　"What is Erxiangbo?"

　　"Nothing. You can think of it as a weapon in my imagination that can turn what you see into a painting."

　　"Oh~"

　　"alright."

　　Qianshui also clapped his hands as he tied up Qian Renxue's hair.

　　"What happened? My hair is still falling out?"

　　Looking at the small tuft of golden hair in his hand, Qianshui was a little confused. After all, Qian Renxue's hair was of very good quality, and with the blessing of high-level soul power, there was no such thing as hair loss.

　　"Who do you think it was because of?"

　　Qian Renxue turned around and looked at Qian Shui unhappily.

　　"Because of me? I just combed my hair."

　　Qianshui spread his hands, indicating that he had combed his hair very carefully and added soul power to protect his hair, so it had nothing to do with him.

　　With a displeased look, Qian Renxue grabbed the wristband soul guide she had taken off and ignored Qian Shui. She walked straight to 

 the desk , took out a half-person-high document and began to review it.

　　"Uh... what are you doing? You still have to deal with documents in the middle of the night?"

　　It was already late at night when Qianshui was waiting for Qian Renxue. He probably just took a look at her and left without disturbing her rest.

　　"These are the documents for the initial phase of your 'Great Infrastructure Plan'."

　　"What the hell?"

　　In Qianshui's plan, Qian Renxue could just be a hands-off boss and leave everything to contractors like Ning Fengzhi.

　　Party A? Those who understand will understand.

　　Qianshui couldn't help but flip through the documents, and the more he read, the more numb he felt.

　　"What a shitty political system! It's all in name only! There's no basic administrative structure!"

　　The tax collection is basically a tax package, and there is no basic bureaucratic system! Isn't this a deadly trick? ! '

　　Qianshui's most intuitive impression was that Qian Renxue had to make the final decision on all sorts of messy matters, even down to the work arrangements for grass-roots personnel. This was not an administrative unit at the village or town level. It would be strange if she wasn't exhausted managing such a large empire.

　　Pa pa pa, Qianshui slapped the table, his face full of anger.

　　"Stop it!"

　　I originally wanted to come up with an idea to strengthen the power of several parties. Anyway, we will take over the Tiandou Empire in the future, so it is necessary to carry out large-scale infrastructure plans in advance.

　　But Qian Renxue ignored her and just kept writing.

　　"Stop it! Do you hear me?"

　　He walked over to Qian Renxue and grabbed her hand as she was writing.

　　"Stop making trouble, Xiaoshui. If you don't hurry up, you won't be able to finish it tonight..."

　　Qian Renxue raised her head, her dark circles and bloodshot eyes had lost their original spirit.

　　Taking a deep breath, Qianshui said seriously: "It's my fault!"

　　"You're wrong?"

　　Qianshui didn't explain much, he forcefully pulled Qian Renxue up and pressed her onto the bed.

　　"You should have a good rest." He said and walked to the table.

　　"There are problems with the empire's administrative structure. We need to start a comprehensive reform. You will be exhausted before you even ascend the throne!"

　　"Starting tomorrow, you'll claim to be sick, and passing it on will be exhausting.

　　Throw all these tasks out, whether to Xue Ye or Ning Fengzhi, and let their people take over first.

　　If those two come to see you in a few days, you should suggest that comprehensive reform is too radical and will lead to their death.

　　Priority should be given to this project. In the name of finding deficiencies and filling gaps, a group of low-level spirit masters can be trained. Those with cultural knowledge can be administrative officers. It is enough to have ability. The military force must be matched, otherwise it will not be able to suppress the subordinates..."

　　Qianshui's voice became increasingly unclear. She was too tired, but at this moment she felt relieved. 'He can do anything. He saw through the essence of such a difficult problem at once. He is really amazing!'

　　With her hands clutching the quilt tightly against her chest, Qian Renxue was extremely relaxed at this moment. With the thought that it was time to get sick, she fell into a deep sleep without realizing it.

　　Qianshui wrote for a long time, and he put into words the administrative organizational structure that he thought was suitable for this era.

　　"What about Party A, supervision and consulting companies? The CEO has to personally coordinate with all the subcontractors, and accounting and business affairs are basically just for show. It would be exhausting!"

　　What Qianshui asked Qian Renxue to do was not just to assign tasks. It involved project planning and design, fund allocation, and final completion acceptance.

　　These standards are based on the modern society of Blue Star. Each item corresponds to a different department to follow up. The boss of Party A only needs to spend money, assign tasks, and then wait for the final results.

　　If there were still professional managers, the boss wouldn't even have to worry about anything. To put it bluntly, with the existence of officials like consuls or prime ministers, the emperor wouldn't need to do everything himself.

　　'This is a really big problem. I can't even keep up with all the information coming in from below. How can I get anything done?

It's not like one person is the prime minister, and has to take care of the affairs of the Spirit Hall. No wonder he is so miserable and has lost his hair. I guess he hasn't had much rest for so long. If he keeps doing this, he will be bald sooner or later! '

　　Qianshui felt really distressed at this moment. This was the most fundamental reason why he didn't want power. It was too tiring!

　　If he is put in charge, he will inevitably have to make reforms. The administrative organization under the red flag is engraved in their DNA when they were in school. How can he possibly adapt to this extremely primitive administrative structure?

　　'The organizational structure of Douluo Continent is basically the aristocratic feudal system of Europe. Not to mention that the imperial power does not extend to the countryside, the emperor is considered powerful if he can extend to the provinces, not to mention the country within the country like the Barak Kingdom. It's simply a rip-off!'

　　…

　　When Qian Renxue woke up, it was already noon the next day, and she started disguise as usual.

　　She finished reading Qianshui's and asked her to have a good rest.

　　message, and a proposal for a gradual reform of the administrative structure, even considering the consequences of some radical measures.

　　Qianshui had left long ago, but what he left behind was a storm, a storm that swept across the entire Tiandou Empire.

　　Qian Renxue looked solemn as she commented in her heart.

　　Opening the window and looking into the distance, she murmured softly, "You left without saying anything. Are you going to do something dangerous again?"

　　At this time, the noise outside the mansion also reached her ears.

　　"I told you not to go in, so you can't go in!"

　　"Your Highness, the Second Prince~Brother Xue~please do me a favor! Father has something important to tell you and must come to Your Highness the Crown Prince..."

　　"Stop talking nonsense! Big brother got sick because of you guys! Gordon! Don't praise me as Marshal Goron! Don't think I don't know what doctrine you are talking about!

　　Today, except for my father, no one else can see my elder brother!"

　　The second prince Xue Luochuan learned early in the morning that his elder brother was ill and would not see any guests, and he was furious at the time.

　　Ever since being taught a lesson by Xue Qinghe, he has been much more well-behaved, and his two younger brothers have also moved into the Prince's Mansion together.

　　Xue Qinghe is usually very busy, but he is never careless about his brothers. Sometimes he also follows Xue Qinghe to do some things personally. Although many things are not handled well in the process, the prince does not blame him at all. Instead, he teaches him carefully.

　　As time went by, he began to admire his charismatic elder brother more and more.

　　He knew something about the country's recent major projects. Since then, the light in Xue Qinghe's room had almost never been turned off. As a younger brother, he always felt embarrassed. Although he had tried to persuade him, it was of no use.

　　Seeing his handsome elder brother becoming weaker day by day, he became anxious, knowing that one day he would be completely bedridden.

　　And the idiot son of Marshal Goron was coming to disturb his elder brother again, and it was just some trivial matters regarding tax collection. How could he not be angry?

　　"Xiaochuan, what's wrong?"

　　"Brother, why did you come out?"

　　Seeing Xue Qinghe being carried out sitting on a chair with an extremely pale face, Xue Luochuan was so anxious that he almost jumped up. He turned around and stared at Gordon fiercely.

　　"Your Highness, I am glad to see you at last!"

　　"Does Master Ge have anything important to do?"

　　"It's about the tax district. I haven't received your response, so my father asked me to ask..."

　　"So it was Marshal Ge Long who invited us. Then Qinghe will definitely come in person."

　　"No need for that. Your Highness, just issue a warrant and then go down to complete the next task."

　　Looking at Gordon, who looked like he had kidney deficiency, even a fool could hear the trick. However, from Xue Qinghe's point of view, it was indeed difficult to refuse. Without saying much, he gave this young man a warrant for tax zone adjustment.

　　"Brother, how can you still..."

　　"It doesn't matter. Marshal Gelong's relationship cannot be taken lightly. Do you understand that?"

　　"All right…"

　　…

　　"Master, have you got the warrant?"

　　"Got it! I was so unlucky last time. The point in Tiandou City was taken away by the Spirit Hall. It was such a pity."

　　"The situation is tight during the elite competition, so it's really difficult to handle."

　　"It's a pity that we can't make good use of so many people and animals. Fortunately, we have obtained a new tax area, which is relatively remote and we don't have to worry about it so much."

　　"Master is wise!"

　　"But are you sure it was the 'singer' who happened to meet him?"

　　"According to what the passers-by saw along the way, the only high-level soul master who appeared at that time and place was that person."

　　"Well, that's really bad luck."