Ning An's Wild Wish System

The three fell into a brief silence. Zhang Xingmin muttered, ”After the town is evacuated, will it cause trouble outside the town?”

”No! If you’re not reassured, bring over a second battalion, with plenty of heavy firepower. If things feel off, just blast it!”

Ning An spoke assuredly, but his tone was inexplicably odd, his eyes unnaturally glancing at his chest.

When he left the room, his chest felt a bit unusual, and reaching in, he pulled out a piece of paper.

On the paper were a few neat lines explaining how to enter the studio.

According to the method described by the ”kind elder,” this non-existent studio couldn’t possibly wander out of this town.

”Hiss...”

Zhang Xingmin looked at Ning An with a dark expression.

This Little Daoist in front of him didn’t seem like a person of cultivation but resembled a war fanatic.

Too absurd, deploying heavy weapons to residential areas, this idea is genius!

”Daoist Ning, they’ve all woken up!”

At this moment, a team member responsible for communication put down the headset and exclaimed in surprise.

”Oh, I know.” Ning An replied indifferently, but waves surged in his heart.

This further proved that his guesses were on the right track.

”Person in the painting, or ghost in the painting?”

Ning An murmured softly, while Zhang Xingmin beside him didn’t hear clearly, sending messages to the base with a worried look.

”...”

During the hour of the rooster, the street lights dimmed.

A few pickup trucks were driving out of Enjiang Town, sent by the Supernatural Bureau to pick them up.

Ning An and Lin Yanke sat in the back seat, Zhang Xingmin sat in the passenger seat, his heart weighed down like a stone, full of worry.

Whether it’s bombardment with hot weapons or inviting capable individuals, the higher-ups are clear, Enjiang Town can no longer house people.

By tomorrow, led by the Supernatural Bureau, all the town’s residents will be relocated, and then they’ll slowly figure out how to deal with the Deceitful Painting.

It’s helpless!

Zhang Xingmin’s eyes dimmed, a bitter smile appeared on his face, and he sighed helplessly.

After all, it’s their own incompetence, facing such situations they are helpless.

If their internal situation were like in novels, where Nascent Souls roamed and Divinity Transformation practitioners were common, there wouldn’t be this predicament; they would just bulldoze through it!

Any little ghost daring to jump out would have even his ancestor’s ashes scattered!

The moonlight was sinking, all the way in silence.

Nearly reaching Y City, Zhang Xingmin came back to his senses, turning his head, he said, ”Please rest assured, the two Daoists, I will report your efforts truthfully to the higher-ups and strive for the greatest rewards for you!”

”Ah, someone has already paid you.”

Ning An shook his head, ”We’re not far from Z City here, if similar problems arise later and you cannot resolve them, just come to Changchun Temple to find me.”

”Alright, alright, thank you, Daoist!”

This wasn’t merely pleasantries; after all, the country gave him such benefits for Changchun Temple, yet he didn’t solve the problem, truly feeling undeserving.

At least by tomorrow Enjiang Town is relocated, his fellow disciples have to stand by, in case of emergencies.

”Master, could we visit Star River Snack City? I want to try the fish cakes from Y City.”

”How tasty can snack city’s food be? It’s meant to fool outsiders like you; I know a place that’s really delicious, want to try it?”

”Oh yes, absolutely!”

”...”

On a hill not far north of Enjiang Town, the only high point nearby.

Ning An put down his binoculars, looking at the coming and going cars and bustling crowd, he slightly frowned, ”What’s your chief doing, how can it be so disorderly?”

”Ah, probably not sent up with gifts.”

Zhang Xingmin stood numbly behind Ning An, hearing such remarks so many times he was not fazed anymore, even able to joke.

Pointing at several directions around, he explained, ”Relocation work usually considers local principles. We plan to settle some villagers in surrounding towns, probably accommodating two thousand households, another seven thousand households will be taken in by Y City, the rest distributed among surrounding counties.”

”Most of these over nine thousand households are of the same clan, can they agree to such a division?” Ning An asked in surprise.

”Of course they initially disagreed, after all, we can’t explain that their ancestral hall is haunted; they’d be even more unwilling to move.”

Zhang Xingmin chuckled bitterly, ”But solutions are figured out by people. Whether calling it an earthquake zone or a hidden volcano, we can always get their agreement.”

”Playing on information asymmetry.” Lin Yanke chimed in.

”A kind lie is never deception,” Ning An nodded affirmatively.

”Actually, relocation isn’t the difficult part; even clothing, food, shelter, and transportation are small matters for officials. The real challenge lies in their employment.”

Zhang Xingmin sighed, ”Residents of Enjiang Town rely on the tourism area for their livelihood. They have savings now, moving away for a while isn’t much of a problem. But if time drags on, they’ll surely be unhappy, possibly sparking social opposition. Yet there’s no alternative; the situation arose suddenly. Lives can’t be exchanged for money!”

”Difficult, difficult, difficult...”

Ning An pondered a bit, unable to come up with a better solution, smacking his lips.

The current relocation plan is the most stable method within a short time.

Since ancient times, people’s interests are inevitably hurt by disasters; it’s unavoidable.

Dragon Country’s actions are about rescuing affected people first, then slowly calming things, whether through direct financial assistance or opening green channels for employment.