Ning An's Wild Wish System

If their ranks were like a novel, with Nascent Souls everywhere and Divinity Transformations as common as dogs, there wouldn’t be this frustration; they’d just push through directly!

If any little ghost dared to come out, they’d scatter his ancestor’s ashes!

The moonlight was deep, and the journey silent.

When they were near Y City, Zhang Xingmin finally came to his senses, turned his head, and said, ”Please rest assured, Daoist Masters, your actions this time will be reported truthfully to secure the highest rewards for you!”

”Someone has already paid for your rewards.”

Ning An shook his head and said, ”It’s not far from Z City, if similar problems arise later that you can’t handle, just come to Changchun Temple to find me.”

”Alright, alright, thank you, Daoist Master.”

These weren’t empty words; after all, the country gave him such benefits for Changchun Temple, and he couldn’t solve the problem, truly feeling undeserving.

At least tomorrow, when Enjiang Town relocates, he and his fellow disciple have to be around to ward off any unexpected incidents.

”Master, can we make a trip to Star River Snack City? I want to try Y City’s Hanyu Pancake.”

”How good can the food be at Snack City? It’s just to trick people from out of town; I know a place that’s really delicious, why not give it a try?”

”Sure, let’s try it!”

...

Not far north of Enjiang Town is a hill, the only high point around.

Ning An put down the binoculars, looking at the cars coming and going and the bustling crowds, slightly frowning: ”How is your leader doing his job, how could it be so chaotic?”

”Maybe not due to gifts sent up.”

Zhang Xingmin stood numbly behind Ning An, he had heard these words countless times, transitioning from initial shock to now being able to joke lightly.

Pointing to several directions with his hand, he explained, ”Relocation generally follows the principle of local settlement. We plan to place some of these villagers in several nearby towns, accommodating roughly two thousand households, with Y City taking a part, and the rest distributed among neighboring counties.”

”These over nine thousand households mostly belong to the same clan, you split them like this, will they agree?” Ning An asked surprised.

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

Zhang Xingmin smiled wryly: ”But there are always ways to convince them, whether citing earthquake zones or hidden volcanoes, they’ll eventually agree.”

”It’s all about the information gap.” Lin Yanke chimed in.

”A kind lie is never deceit.” Ning An nodded affirmatively.

”Actually, the relocation isn’t the hardest part; even clothing, food, shelter, and transportation are minor issues for the authorities. The real challenge is their employment.”

Zhang Xingmin sighed: ”Residents of Enjiang Town basically rely on the tourism district for a living. They have savings now, so moving out for a while won’t be an issue, but time will pass and resources will run dry; eventually, they won’t be willing, and it might even cause social backlash. But there’s no choice, the events were sudden, and money can’t be worth risking lives.”

”It’s difficult...”

Ning An thought for a moment but couldn’t come up with a better solution, smacking his lips.

The current planned relocation is the most stable method in the short term.

Throughout history, amidst natural disasters, there are always those who suffer losses, which is unavoidable.

What Dragon Country does is to first rescue the people in disaster areas, then gradually provide comfort, whether through direct financial aid or opening green channels for employment.

Give people hope, and no matter how difficult, people will find a way to survive, right?

”Are there no doubts about your excuse being so flimsy?”

Lin Yanke put herself in their shoes, pondering, ”The boss broke into the nonexistent studio, it’s probably impossible to hide from the townspeople, and arranging their relocation the next day, if it were me, I’d never believe anything about an earthquake zone or such.”

”They questioned it, but still had to move; the official notices are all posted. Whatever they saw or said, as long as it’s not online, we don’t care. The key reason they agreed to move is the authorities promised to find them suitable jobs.”

Zhang Xingmin was straightforward, revealing all the plans frankly.

Ning An pondered slightly, then said, ”Deceitful Painting indeed can’t be mentioned; it could spark social unrest. Regarding Spiritual Qi Revival, will you reveal it to the public?”

”Ah? I, this...”

Zhang Xingmin instantly had a bitter melon face, stammering, unsure how to reply.

”Understood.” Ning An snapped his fingers, changed direction, and asked, ”If it were you, would you want the country to disclose this news?”

”No.”

Zhang Xingmin answered quickly but added: ”Even if disclosed, it wouldn’t be fully disclosed, definitely not now, probably only to specific groups.”

Ning An and Lin Yanke understood.

This is indeed the appropriate stance for Dragon Country—regarding Spiritual Qi Revival, not revealing it to the masses is obviously to avoid triggering chaos.

After all, the Dragon Country authorities are just beginning and can’t yet impose absolute control.

And the specific groups would naturally be like Daoists, Monks, or those born with unordinary abilities, recruited directly by the Supernatural Bureau, becoming part of Dragon Country’s official lineup.

Ning An agreed with this approach, nodding, then asked, ”What about Quan Xiaobai?”

Zhang Xingmin didn’t hesitate, laughed, and said, ”He was taken by the military, probably because they were interested in his zombie, as that thing is indeed a bit terrifying; who knows where he’s digging a hole now.”