Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Ronan lay half-naked on the bed, holding a newspaper in both hands and reading it.

Canaan, wearing only a flesh-colored open-crotch pantyhose, rested her head on Ronan's abdomen, her one hand holding Ronan's thick, long member, gently swallowing and licking it without any seriousness.

While flipping through the newspaper, Ronan muttered, "Could you put in a little more effort?"

Canaan spat it out, clearly unhappy. "Why should I work hard if you don't even pay me?" She still harbored resentment that Ronan had only used a small portion of his daytime earnings from the cannery to provide benefits for the researchers who had made such great contributions.

"If I pay you and you take it seriously, won't you become that kind of woman?" Ronan had barely finished speaking when he was punched hard in the groin. "Ouch!" Ronan cried out in pain.

"Is it reasonable for us researchers to be paid less than you corrupt officials?" Canaan shouted indignantly.

Ronan curled his lip, "You're involved in gambling now, you're making more money than a shrewd businessman."

"Don't dodge the question. Gambling is a financial matter. I'm talking about personal benefits." Canaan grabbed Ronan's thing with one hand and squeezed it hard.

"Hiss." Ronan hissed. "I can only say things will get better. Actually, giving you benefits was against the rules. After all, taking money from a factory's revenue as consulting fees and then giving it to your research center's consulting firm would affect normal tax revenue if others followed suit. So, this money is only for these two months. I gave you a New Year's bonus back then. By the way, once the committee is reorganized and expanded, this matter will be treated as a typical case of tax evasion."

Canaan was completely stunned. She thought it would continue indefinitely, but she didn't expect it to only last for two months, and even after it was finished, she was treated as an example.

In other words, Ronan not only refused to give them money, but also wanted to use them to legislate.

Is this a human job?

However, Ronan has always done this. He loves to create a case that exploits a legal loophole, then use that case to legislate, and then declare that past actions will not be punished. In reality, there's no punishment at all. Usually, Ronan is the first to discover the loophole. By doing this, he is essentially trying to plug the loophole. Of course, there will still be loopholes, and someone will definitely make "micro-innovations" to exploit them. However, Ronan will severely punish those who make "micro-innovations" and then immediately introduce a set of oversight mechanisms.

Ronan had been doing this for decades, back when he was the secretary general in Wright. He led a group of people to legally accept bribes by exploiting legal loopholes, while accepting bribes illegally was considered illegal and dealt with directly by the iron fist of feudalism.

Heavy penalties and high salaries cannot control corruption and bribery. Only by making officials accept the law and be subject to supervision can we control it to some extent.

It's just control.

As long as officials still have the function of allocating social resources, it is impossible to completely eliminate corruption and bribery.

Canaan grew angrier the more she thought about it. She got up and then plopped down, her anus swallowing Ronan's massive member. She kicked her legs back and twisted her hips, swaying wildly as if in a fit of rage. "Can't we teach these corrupt officials a lesson and then properly conduct ideological education?"

"Pfft," Ronan couldn't help but laugh out loud, "When did you catch Isa's influence, wanting to do ideological construction on one hand and rectification and purge on the other?"

"Is it not okay?" Canaan pressed his hands against Ronan's pectoral muscles and began a semi-circular twisting motion.

Ronan shook his finger. "If a system requires constant testing of a person's moral character, regardless of whether it is a bad system, it is at the very least an extremely unstable system."

This is also the reason why Ronan opposed the vanguard theory and the concept of continuous revolution, and insisted that the people could not supervise officials. Both the vanguard and continuous revolution constantly test the morality of the ruling class. If the people's supervision of officials ultimately requires official review, it becomes a mere formality. If the people themselves hold the power of judgment, it becomes arbitrary. Since most people cannot directly intervene in the work of officials, they can only rely on their own feelings, labeling officials without concrete evidence and judging them based on morality.

"Hmph, I can't argue with you." Canaan had no way to refute him.

"Xiao Jia, you're shaking it badly."

Ronan said that it wasn't that Canaan lacked strength, but rather that she lacked experience and skills. Unless it was someone like Didi, who was inhuman, then no experience or skills were needed. The first time she was on top, she could shake Ronan so badly that he almost couldn't last three minutes.

“Then you do it yourself.” Canaan said, punching Ronan in the chest.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ronan quickly got up and pinned Canaan down, spreading her legs and holding them tightly, and began to thrust in and out.

Canaan also began to groan and moan softly.

"Is it more comfortable when I fuck you?" Ronan asked, looking down.

"What's there to be proud of?" She had just shown a disdainful look when Ronan gave her a hard time. He pulled out his penis, then thrust it into her clitoris, sliding it down her wet labia and into her vagina. His more than 20-centimeter-long penis was completely inside her, and then he thrust into her clitoris three times in quick succession. "Ah, oh~~" she cried out as he fucked her.

Ronan regained his normal strength and rhythm, "Little Jia, you don't have the strength to be arrogant with me yet."

Canaan turned his head away angrily and shut his mouth, refusing to speak.

But after a short while, Ronan grabbed a few pillows and placed them under her, then pressed her body up so that she was lying on her back, her fleshy legs spread wide apart, and her feet were pressed directly to the sides of her head by a pair of hands, with her vagina facing upwards. Then Ronan began to squat in a horse stance and thrust downwards, followed by rotating thrusts, like drilling a hole.

Before long, Canaan opened her mouth. She couldn't help but scream loudly at such stimulation.

Soon, vaginal fluid gushed out, soaking the pubic hair around her labia, the pillow beneath her, and even her pantyhose, turning the matte, thick, skin-toned stockings into a brownish color.

At this moment, Canaan was unable to speak, let alone give Ronan a hard time. She was just shaking her head and completely dominated by the pleasure of sex.

In the final stage, Ronan pulled the somewhat limp Canaan up, made her stand on the bed, and braced her hands against the wall. Ronan then bent down and began to thrust rapidly, slapping her breasts and violently hitting her buttocks. Her stockings trembled, her two large testicles slapped together from time to time, and her juices splattered everywhere. Her heels would lift off the ground from time to time, and a large amount of juices would flow down the inside of her legs, drawing brown, curved lines on her flesh-colored stockings.

After a burst of ejaculation, followed by a few more vigorous thrusts, Ronan released his remaining semen. As soon as Ronan withdrew and let go, Canaan, whose legs had gone weak, collapsed onto the bed.

Ronan sat down and embraced Canaan, showering him with kisses and caresses.

After a while, Canaan recovered, but she was still preoccupied with the previous question: "Why is moral education unacceptable, but your approach works?"

Ronan sighed. Why did all his women like political commentary?

Well, it's probably because of his own reasons.

"Let's assume there are two people and one cake. You design a fair distribution mechanism."

Ronan put forward an idea.

Although Canaan was highly technological, he used to be an official. Although he had never been in charge of administration, he was still an official. After a moment of thought, he had already made up his mind.

Chapter 974 Insects are more tenacious than chives, General Lu's little troubles, and gifts.

"Tch, do you think I don't know anything? This is too simple. One person is in charge of cutting, and the other is in charge of distributing," Canaan replied, feeling that Ronan was underestimating her.

The person dividing the cake will always give themselves the biggest piece, so the person cutting the cake will always divide it in half, and in the end, the two will each get the same piece, which is very fair.

“You see, you understand too, people are selfish,” Ronan said with a smile. “And the system is designed to take advantage of people’s selfishness, rather than expecting a group, or even a few, people who are always striving for progress and always serving the country and the people to be leaders.”

"The most interesting thing about the game of politics is that you always have to deal with troublemakers, unscrupulous businessmen, self-righteous intellectuals, and all kinds of bureaucrats. In terms of doing evil, they can be said to be constantly improving, so they can always bring something new."

"With such a group of insects interfering, you still have to keep pushing for social progress in order to truly be considered to be doing politics."

This is the root of Ronan's obsession with political games.

Insects reproduce faster than chives, and if you cut too many chives, the old chives will stop producing new ones. But insects are different; no matter how much you remove them, they will keep coming back.

Canaan had temporarily lost all interest in politics, and collapsed onto the bed, thinking, "It's boring. I'd rather use a machine tool to make a spinning top and let it spin a couple of times."

Two days later.

Ronan took the manuscript compiled by Faith and a few gifts and went to Guangxi to find Lu Jianling.

It's January now, the height of winter. In previous years, temperatures in most parts of Guangxi would still be in the teens (Celsius), but now they're generally only around ten degrees Celsius, which is already considered cold weather here. However, this may only be the beginning. Guangxi won't get too cold, but if the climate worsens further, perhaps poets in southern China will be able to watch snow from a lakeside pavilion.

When Ronan met Lu Jianling, she was at her private residence in Nanning Prefecture. The Guangxi Army Corps was also stationed here, not in Guilin, which is located in the back of Guangxi.

Lu Jianling's residence was not large, just a three-section courtyard house, which was completely unworthy of her status as a second-rank general in charge of military affairs in a province.

In her own words, the larger the mansion, the more servants she would need to hire. She was already busy with military affairs and didn't want to be bothered by matters of the inner quarters. Now, living in a place that was neither too big nor too small, she only needed to hire seven or eight servants.

"The military reorganization is going relatively smoothly. The army has now been expanded and reorganized to 20,000 men. If we want to expand further, that's fine, but 50,000 is the limit. Any more and our combat effectiveness will drop precipitously."

Lu Jianling said to Ronan.

She has been in Guangxi for nearly twenty years and served as a general for many years. The number of soldiers in the Guangxi Army Corps has never been large, but they are all veterans. For an ordinary veteran, being a squad leader and leading a dozen or so people is no problem at all.

As for the lower-ranking officers comprised of superhumans, their movement in the past was beyond her control—it was national policy. Ordinary soldiers remained stationary, as did the generals' own trusted teams, while lower-ranking officers were transferred every few years to prevent generals from controlling the army. But now, with the nation in chaos, the lower-ranking officers hadn't been transferred. After half a year of war, and with some people finding the promises Lu Jianling made through Ronan too good to be true, they were now under her control.

Therefore, she can expand the army to 20,000 or even 50,000 without any problem, but if it goes any larger, the organization will suffer, and if the organization is poor, the army's combat effectiveness will decline drastically.

“The trouble is that people come to give gifts every day, it’s really annoying,” Lu Jianling complained. “Even the chieftains have come, asking how they can join the committee.”

Those with some status and connections in Guangxi know that the Guangdong committee is being reorganized and expanded, and some people from Guangxi will be able to join. Some of them want to maintain their power, since Guangdong cannot tolerate an unstable rear base.

The other group consisted of opportunists. They didn't have the guts to change the world, but they had the audacity to use this event to elevate their own status. In fact, they were very bold. If the rebellion in Guangdong succeeded, they would be the second batch of veterans. If not, they could also defect to others and sell themselves for a good price.

"Didn't these chieftains always just want to live their lives behind closed doors and preferably never have anything to do with the government? Why are they suddenly so proactive?"

Ronan asked out of curiosity.

"That's all because of you. They can no longer live their lives behind closed doors," Lu Jianling replied.

Returning home in glory is a common aspiration. Bai Dahai, Zhang Wu, and Wang Gui had previously recruited a total of 300 bachelors from various villages. In the eyes of the other villagers, these men were just cannon fodder. Under Liu Chongsi's leadership, they fought their way through the villages, engaging in a bloody battle at the military headquarters. In the end, only a little over 100 men remained. As soon as they had a break, they returned to their old homes. In fact, they no longer cared about their hometowns at all, including the girls they had once dreamed of.

But that's why we have to go back.

Then the villagers discovered that the honest man who had no good parents, was bullied at will, and was not liked by girls, and who was destined to be a bachelor for life, was now wearing a smart American military uniform and had the strength of a first-level superhuman.

These people naturally want to boast about their legendary experiences.

Their boasting made many great young men, and even some strong-willed girls, swayed. Who wouldn't want to be an extraordinary person?

Aside from the chieftain's relatives, anyone else who wants to become a superhuman can only seek out a "master," someone similar to a priest. Even then, it involves risking one's life, taking many years, and the individual's strength is not guaranteed to be high enough to reach the proper rank. But now, a bright path lies before us.

Are they really inferior to those who used to just work silently in the village?

The chieftain had no way to suppress the villagers' desires, nor could he carry out a brutal crackdown. Should he just kill them all?

Therefore, even though they knew that if they joined that committee, they would definitely lose their current independent status, they still decided to join, because only in this way could they continue to be superior to others. Moreover, this was not without its benefits; it would definitely further enhance the strength of their families.

Moreover, by surrendering now, one can rely on the legacy of one's family's centuries-old influence to continue being a local lord. However, if one waits until the people below cause trouble and the government takes the opportunity to intervene, one might not even be able to remain a lord.

Surely no one would think that the various chieftain families in Guangxi have remained unchanged for hundreds or thousands of years?

“That’s a good thing. Those chieftains who come to us voluntarily should be treated well, and those who don’t should be left alone,” Ronan said.

"Preferential treatment?" Lu Jianling asked in confusion.

"It means no confiscation of property, no purge," Ronan explained. In his dictionary, not confiscating property and not purgeing purges were considered preferential treatment for some local people; they shouldn't even think about anything else.

"As expected of you, hehe." Lu Jianling chuckled twice.

"Alright, let's not talk about that anymore. Let's see the gift I brought you." Ronan said, opening the large bag and taking out several boxes.

Lu Jianling opened it and looked through it. "Underwear? Stockings? Hmm, this is... boots."

She frowned at the sight of the underwear and stockings, but she really liked the leather boots, and she owned more than one pair.

"I made all the boots, try them on."

Chapter 975 Pantyhose, Boots, and the Cart

Lu Jianling didn't rush to try them on. Instead, she picked up a pair of elephant gray suede African antelope mid-calf boots and asked, "How did you know my size?"

Ronan chuckled, "I've looked at it for so long and touched it so many times, did you think I just looked and touched it for nothing?"

Having been teased so much, Lu Jianling was too lazy to respond. She stroked the suede of the leather boots and said, "This leather is really good, soft yet sturdy." She touched it repeatedly, enjoying the delicate, silky feel.

“Of course it’s great. It’s very, very difficult to find wild African antelopes without scars, and this hide has been processed by the best leather craftsmen,” Ronan said. “To be honest, Seres’ leather-making techniques are far inferior to those of the West, and they are even less skilled at making leather boots.”

The western regions of Seris, the northern grasslands, and the northeastern mountains have abundant sources of fur, but the people there are skilled at making fur coats, not leather.

“These…” Lu Jianling picked up a pair of black knee-high boots. She noticed the special feature of these boots: the zipper.

“These are made of even better leather; they’re made of calfskin,” Ronan said.

Calfskin is the skin of a cow that died shortly after birth. It has a clear grain, a shiny surface, is thin and uniform, has tight fibers, a firm feel, and most importantly, good breathability.

Leather shoes are certainly not as breathable as cloth shoes, but it's not accurate to say they make your feet feel stuffy. Only low-grade leather shoes or those made of leather with a coating make your feet feel stuffy. Of course, there are exceptions, such as horse hide.

The third pair of burgundy, slightly rounded square-toed high-top ankle boots are made of horsehide leather, which is very eye-catching, but only suitable for short-term wear when participating in some indoor activities, because it is not breathable, afraid of water, and afraid of scratches.

"Can this be mass-produced by machine?" Lu Jianling asked, pointing to the zipper on the boot.

“Yes, but there’s no need,” Ronan said.

Zippers had existed for a long time, but Ronan unearthed and improved them, which led to the creation of these boots with zippers that possessed the craftsmanship of the 19th century in the original timeline.

Ronan could also make zippers with a machine, but he didn't. Firstly, semi-manual production could support more artisans.

Secondly, zippers don't have such a wide application market now, so having a large production capacity is meaningless.

Lu Jianling nodded. She quickly realized that the market for this product was not large. "That's true. This product is mainly used in clothing and bags. Most ordinary people can't even afford proper clothes with buttons. As for bags, they're just a piece of cloth. They don't need this product at all."

If the clothes of the poor in the West consisted of a rough burlap sack with a rope, and a shabby wool sweater in winter, Seres wasn't much better off. He wore tattered burlap tied with a cloth strap, and a worn-out cotton-padded coat for winter. Shoes? Straw sandals, or simply none at all.

"Enough talk, hurry up and try it on," Ronan urged.

Lu Jianling pulled over a round stool and sat down, lifting her long skirt and first taking off one of her cloth boots.

This time, Ronan saw Lu Jianling's calves and beautiful feet again. Her calves were not thin at all, and her feet were quite large. However, because her calves were extremely long and her feet were also very beautiful, she gave the impression of having slender and graceful calves and delicate and exquisite feet.

Only by holding it in your hands and looking at it up close, with your own hands as a reference, can you feel how powerful the calf is and how big the foot is.

Lu Jianling wore light flesh-colored stockings that were slightly thick, matte, and opaque, yet gave the impression of being naked.

She unzipped the boot, arched her back, and slipped her foot into the boot shaft, putting on one boot. She did the same for the other boot, then sat down and slowly and carefully zipped it up. In that instant, the black knee-high boots that perfectly fit her calves were on.

Standing up, Lu Jianling paced back and forth in the room. "It fits perfectly and feels great underfoot. I never expected you to have such skill."

Ronan didn't respond to Lu Jianling's praise because he was already aroused. He had gotten an erection when he saw Lu Jianling putting on her boots, and now all he wanted to do was fuck her.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Lu Jianling was completely taken aback when Ronan suddenly hugged her.

In his excitement, Ronan pushed Lu Jianling into a corner, turned her around so her back was to him, lifted her skirt, reached into her light flesh-colored pantyhose, tore off her panties, pulled them out and threw them aside. Without any foreplay, he inserted himself into her through the pantyhose.

Only Ronan's thing is long and perky enough; otherwise, with a height difference of over ten centimeters, plus the slight difference in height due to the heels, he probably wouldn't be able to reach Lu Jianling.

Even so, with Lu Jianling standing completely upright, Ronan could only fit one head in without tiptoeing.