Yuan Tong
Chapter 443 Origin
However, Trian still did not respond to the series of "suggestions" made by the chief secretary. He just calmly stared at the things on the table, and time seemed to have passed for a century.
Just when everyone was almost overwhelmed by this silence, he finally looked up: "This is the wisdom to maintain order. Presumably, half a century ago, this wisdom played a great role."
"You should know how far the frost reached back then," the chief secretary said without evasion in his eyes. "Great people will do many great things, but the mistakes they make will be as deadly as their achievements. To control the situation, we had to do some things. General Trian, I have studied history. In fact… I personally always thought that Her Majesty Lei Nora was a remarkable ruler, but this cannot cover up the mess after the failure of the Qian Yuan Plan."
"Yes, you have studied history—and I have personally experienced history," Trian said calmly. "We all know the situation back then, so I don't mean to be critical. In all fairness, you at least kept Frost stable for another half a century after that."
The chief secretary's tense nerves seemed to finally relax a little. He leaned forward subconsciously: "So, you mean you agree..."
Trian did not speak, but pressed his hand on the documents, using a little force.
The power of extreme cold permeated the paper, and the tiny ice crystals quickly dissolved and completed, accompanied by a rustling sound. These records, enough to leave a few heavy traces in history, turned into debris.
The chief secretary's eyes widened instantly, and General Lister, who had always been unable to open his mouth, couldn't help but exclaim loudly: "You are..."
"What you want is those," Trian looked up at the Frost person opposite him. "What you want are the real records—what exactly is wrong outside this mine, how did the cultists infiltrate the city-state, who is responsible, who is not responsible, and Winston's real governance trajectory—without considering the premise of 'rapidly restoring order,' give me the most authentic first-hand information.
"As for the part outside the secular order... I think my father will find a way."
Trian paused suddenly and looked out the window.
He hesitated for two seconds, as if he had made up his mind, and continued: "To be honest, the situation in the city will be very bad. A large amount of infrastructure may have to be shut down for a while. In addition to the pollution caused by these 'sludges,' fuel supplies will be greatly reduced, food distribution will also be a problem, public security will deteriorate, and there will be popular resentment as a result. We must find a way to divert the public's attention, and diverting it to the former government and executive officer is the most effective way..."
"It doesn't matter, it's just that ordinary people shouldn't discuss things related to 'me' too much. Just for the sake of physical and mental health, let's end this topic." Trian waved his hand and quickly changed the subject.
"As long as the remaining forces of the city hall can cooperate to the greatest extent, as for the others..." Trian deliberately paused at this point, then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Secretary, do you know who is the most orderly person on the Boundless Sea?"
"Your father, he..." General Lister couldn't help but open his mouth, even using the word "he" subconsciously in his address, "Is he still watching Frost? Where is he now?"
The chief secretary couldn't help but ask curiously: "Your father... what does he usually do?"
"…Seventy years ago, the last royalists left this city, and the rebels established a new city hall, and I became a rebel. Seventy years later, I am back again. This city is still the way it was when I left…" Trian looked at the distant scenery and suddenly felt emotional, "Round and round, everything seems to have come back—General Bai Xin'an, tell me, what is the meaning of our past seventy years...?"
"I am still paying attention to this matter, but the specific situation cannot be disclosed," after hesitating for a long time, the great pirate could only say vaguely, "I am usually very busy, not just contacting you."
I don't know how he understood it. Bai Xin'an was stunned, and quickly nodded: "Ah... understandable."
After all, judging from the looks of it, these few Frost people in front of me still don't know that "I" am currently in the city. If I talk nonsense without my father's permission, I'm afraid I'll get another beating from my dad—I'm almost the executive officer, and I can't afford to lose face. The chief secretary walked over from the side and raised his hand to point out the window. General Lister walked over and stood behind Trian: "But before today, there should be great changes."
"Relax, Secretary, compared to seventy years ago, the current situation in Frost is actually not too bad. I still know many 'partners in trade.' More or less, let them know the real situation here, and many people will be willing to help. At least in terms of the secular order, you don't have to worry too much. As for the part outside the 'secular order'..."
Trian's mind instantly flashed a series of answers, but he hesitated again and again and didn't dare to say it.
Trian resisted the urge to roll his eyes—where would I know? After my father came back from the subspace, his whole body was shrouded in mystery. Who knows what my old man is doing on weekdays? He can't be like an ordinary retired old man, just fishing, walking the dog, and feeding pigeons when he has nothing to do...
"They are pirates, the great pirates of the Bitter Sea," Trian laughed. "The city-state navy always has stable supply ports and safe harbors, and the ocean-going merchant fleets always have the protection of the church and naval escorts. Only pirates—to fight against the Boundless Sea, the only thing we can rely on is a little bit of discipline and order.'"
He paused and continued: "This is what is necessary to control the situation."
The room fell silent for a while, and even the sound of people breathing could be heard. The chief secretary, who always seemed elegant and decent, seemed a little stiff for a while. Faced with Trian's imposing words, he seemed at a loss for a moment.
"The most orderly?" The chief secretary was stunned, as if he hadn't reacted. "Is it the city-state navy? Or the ocean-going merchant fleets?"
Of course, he is watching Frost, and he may even be watching from the seventh-floor window, living at 77 Oak Street, in a house rented from your Citizen Service Center...
"General Trian, these are the meanings."
When the sun rises tomorrow, these barricades will be removed, and then... the managers of this city should do their best to restore order here.
The chief secretary was stunned and quickly reacted: "You have agreed to Frost's 'invitation'... But forgive me for speaking frankly, you still need the information from the table just now. Of course, you can grasp the real information, but you also need to find a way to divert the public's attention—"
"I haven't seen the scenery here for many years. Compared with the past, the changes are not very big." Many people in the room obviously shivered.
The lights of thousands of homes in the distant urban district were reflected in Trian's eyes. Lister was silent for a while, seemingly lost in thought.
The great pirate hesitated for a few seconds, and finally spoke slowly in a strange tone. Then he took a long breath and slowly got up from the sofa and came to the French window. The lights outside the window were still on, and at several intersections leading to the urban area, the temporary barricades built during the previous battles could still be seen faintly.
The chief secretary noticed the subtle change in Trian's expression, realized that his question had crossed the line, and quickly adjusted his expression: "Sorry, I was too talkative."
Trian just smiled faintly and shook his head gently: "I will not belittle their efforts and their solutions—because within their capabilities, there is no better alternative path. They chose the most suitable method for the situation back then, but now the situation is different. I don't want to repeat those seventy years. Secretary, the Sea Fog Fleet has its own methods, so you might as well raise your expectations a little."
The chief secretary was speechless for a while, as if he didn't know how to discuss this topic—this obviously exceeded the scope of my daily work and professional ability.
The chief secretary seemed to finally react. He blinked, adjusted his posture, and looked at Trian with burning eyes: "Can you really do what you said?"
"Fuel can easily be used from reserves. If not, I can find a way. If food distribution is chaotic, implement lenient supervision and punishment. Implement a rationing system throughout the city, including the upper city. If public security deteriorates, implement temporary military control. People need an object to vent their anger—then really go and arrest cultists, go and arrest subversives, go and arrest those who are really responsible," Trian said sternly, "This series of things will certainly be more difficult, but at least, this can really solve the problem and really 'let more people live."
Trian resisted the urge to roll his eyes—where would I know? After my father came back from the subspace, his whole body was shrouded in mystery. Who knows what my old man is doing on weekdays? He can't be like an ordinary retired old man, just fishing, walking the dog, and feeding pigeons when he has nothing to do...
"They are pirates, the great pirates of the Bitter Sea," Trian laughed. "The city-state navy always has stable supply ports and safe harbors, and the ocean-going merchant fleets always have the protection of the church and naval escorts. Only pirates—to fight against the Boundless Sea, the only thing we can rely on is a little bit of discipline and order.'"
He paused and continued: "This is what is necessary to control the situation."
The room fell silent for a while, and even the sound of people breathing could be heard. The chief secretary, who always seemed elegant and decent, seemed a little stiff for a while. Faced with Trian's imposing words, he seemed at a loss for a moment.
"The most orderly?" The chief secretary was stunned, as if he hadn't reacted. "Is it the city-state navy? Or the ocean-going merchant fleets?"
Of course, he is watching Frost, and he may even be watching from the seventh-floor window, living at 77 Oak Street, in a house rented from your Citizen Service Center...
"General Trian, these are the meanings."
When the sun rises tomorrow, these barricades will be removed, and then... the managers of this city should do their best to restore order here.
The chief secretary was stunned and quickly reacted: "You have agreed to Frost's 'invitation'... But forgive me for speaking frankly, you still need the information from the table just now. Of course, you can grasp the real information, but you also need to find a way to divert the public's attention—"
"I haven't seen the scenery here for many years. Compared with the past, the changes are not very big." Many people in the room obviously shivered.
The lights of thousands of homes in the distant urban district were reflected in Trian's eyes. Lister was silent for a while, seemingly lost in thought.
The great pirate hesitated for a few seconds, and finally spoke slowly in a strange tone. Then he took a long breath and slowly got up from the sofa and came to the French window. The lights outside the window were still on, and at several intersections leading to the urban area, the temporary barricades built during the previous battles could still be seen faintly.
The chief secretary noticed the subtle change in Trian's expression, realized that his question had crossed the line, and quickly adjusted his expression: "Sorry, I was too talkative."
Trian just smiled faintly and shook his head gently: "I will not belittle their efforts and their solutions—because within their capabilities, there is no better alternative path. They chose the most suitable method for the situation back then, but now the situation is different. I don't want to repeat those seventy years. Secretary, the Sea Fog Fleet has its own methods, so you might as well raise your expectations a little."
The chief secretary was speechless for a while, as if he didn't know how to discuss this topic—this obviously exceeded the scope of my daily work and professional ability.
The chief secretary seemed to finally react. He blinked, adjusted his posture, and looked at Trian with burning eyes: "Can you really do what you said?"
"Fuel can easily be used from reserves. If not, I can find a way. If food distribution is chaotic, implement lenient supervision and punishment. Implement a rationing system throughout the city, including the upper city. If public security deteriorates, implement temporary military control. People need an object to vent their anger—then really go and arrest cultists, go and arrest subversives, go and arrest those who are really responsible," Trian said sternly, "This series of things will certainly be more difficult, but at least, this can really solve the problem and really 'let more people live."