Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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"Didi, was your personality like this when you were little?" Ronan said, finally squeezing in half his head very carefully.

"Ugh, hiss." Dinia hissed in pain, then replied, "I can't remember, maybe. There are only three kinds of kids in orphanages: villains, clowns, and mute kids."

Ronan slowly squeezed in. Although he had shrunk, the elasticity there was amazing, and he could be inserted smoothly even though he was so big. However, it was also extremely tight, and Ronan was a little sore from being squeezed.

Dinya suddenly stopped talking, clearly feeling unwell.

“I told you, it’s too small.” Ronan said with a look of pity.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll get used to it right away." Dinia's voice, still a little girl's, was unusually strong.

After a while, both of them had adjusted, and Ronan began to move.

It was a completely different feeling; with just a few hands, you could support her entire body.

The thick, long, and enormous thing, almost the size of her forearm, was forcefully inserted between her legs, creating a striking visual impact, as if tearing her crotch and piercing through her entire upper body.

The young girl Didi is so light that if she let go of her hands, Ronan's erect, hard, and huge penis alone could support her entire body.

When Ronan slightly increased the range of his thrusting, the young girl Didi seemed to be flying, especially when her little feet, wrapped in polka-dot white silk, swayed and dangled in the air.

It's practically a masturbation sleeve, no, I should use a more vulgar term, a penis sleeve.

Gradually, the little girl Didi, her forehead beaded with sweat, began to emit high-pitched, plaintive moans, just like the sound of a child about to cry.

Ronan didn't use much force, so there was no physical stimulation at all. Instead, he was squeezed so tightly that it hurt. But almost from the moment he was penetrated, he had the urge to ejaculate.

Feeling Ronan's massive member pulsating and contracting inside her, Dinia, who had finally gotten used to it and was starting to feel something, turned her head and said, "Ronan, you bastard, you're about to ejaculate without even moving much."

“It’s not my fault,” Ronan explained.

Dinia pushed Ronan away, staggering to the ground. Turning around, she pushed and kicked Ronan, sending him sprawling to the ground. Though smaller, her strength remained undiminished. Her little face puffed up with anger. She stepped forward, her white-stockinged feet landing directly on the enormous penis that was much longer than her foot. "You rascal!" she muttered.

She stepped on it and even rolled it over. With that stimulation, Ronan sprayed out instantly. Dinya didn't have time to dodge, and her white-stockinged feet were covered in the spray. Before she could even pull her feet back, her legs were also splattered with the spray.

Dinia was so angry that she raised her foot to kick Ronan, but in the end she missed. She was both angry and amused.

After a few seconds, Dinia returned to normal. "Are you alright?"

Ronan stood up and said confidently, "Don't you know me? That was just an accident."

A short while later, Dinia went to change into a pair of open-crotch black pantyhose.

The two went to the bed. Dinia stretched out her legs, one foot pressing down on the huge penis, while the other foot nimbly spread her big toe and index finger. The black stockings between her two toes were stretched to be as thin as cicada wings and were very transparent. Then she used these two toes to pinch and scrape.

Ronan quickly regained his strength.

Dinya, having stopped foot fetish, turned around and knelt down, ready for Ronan to enter her from behind. Ronan bent down and embraced Dinya, beginning a ruthless and frenzied fucking.

"As expected, you're the most energetic when you're like this." Ronan grabbed her pair of full and perky breasts with both hands and kept slamming them against her extremely perky buttocks, giving it his all.

Feeling Ronan's massive member moving rapidly back and forth inside her cavity, constantly stirring and scraping against the folds of her flesh, Dinia groaned comfortably, "Ah, ooh~ Oh, that's more like you, oh yes, that's it."

“You were too small just now, I was afraid of hurting you.” Ronan said, pulling out his huge stem and pressing it against the entrance of his anus.

Dinya leaned back, her anus slowly receiving the massive penis, feeling the intense fullness. A moment later, Ronan thrust back in front.

An hour later, Dinya, who had lost consciousness in the throes of orgasm, lay sprawled on the bed, satisfied. Ronan, having ejaculated, didn't pull out but immediately pounced on her, caressing and kissing Dinya, who was still immersed in the afterglow.

Chapter 988 The Report Meeting: Power and money are mutually exclusive; it's a contest of who can better deceive young people.

The following morning, Ronan and Dinia, who had already eaten breakfast, were talking in the house about the year-end summary meeting a few days later.

The summary report mainly covers three aspects.

The first, of course, is the fiscal revenue and expenditure situation in Guangdong Province for almost the entire past year since the committee was established.

Ronan already knew that this was a mess.

There are two reasons for this result. The first, of course, is corruption in various forms. In the past year, Guangdong's agricultural output, industrial output, and foreign trade volume have all increased, but no one knows exactly how much they have increased.

Yes, nobody knows for sure, because officials almost all concealed information, colluding to alter the data, pocketing a portion for themselves, and using Guangdong's commercial channels to smuggle money. All we can see is that they changed the data; the true figures are now unknown.

When you look at all the erroneous accounts together, it's simply appalling.

Only the accounts for military production and expenditures were clear, because Ronan himself was in charge of them.

The second reason, stemming from habit, is that Seris's tax collection teams and the teams responsible for allocating resources were too hasty. Seris was accustomed to imposing extra taxes on whatever came up, and once the taxes were collected and the money was ready to be spent, multiple government departments would wrestle among themselves. In short, there was no set amount to collect, and no set amount to spend.

If all that's needed is to maintain stability, then this is fine, and you could even say it's good.

But now we are striving for development, so we can't do it this way.

“I think it’s best to let bygones be bygones when it comes to corruption,” Ronan said.

Dinah is a seasoned politician. "We have to pick a few examples, otherwise these people will really think that what they're doing is risk-free."

Ronan nodded. "The key is to take this opportunity to re-investigate the land and population, and to build a new tax team."

For the aging imperial court, conducting a thorough investigation of land ownership and household registration was an impossible task, but for the emerging Guangdong, it was not a very difficult task.

Firstly, there is now a new group under the committee, led by filial sons and daughters. These people are basically from wealthy families and originally had no extraordinary talents. To say that these people are progressive in thought or have high moral character is pure delusion, but their mentality of overthrowing the old forces and taking power for themselves is guaranteed.

Under Ronan's rules, they cannot use violence directly, and besides, their violence is insufficient. Instead, they must use legal means. If the other party resists, Ronan will have sufficient grounds to take action. Conversely, if they shout slogans of justice and use violence directly, Ronan will find it inconvenient to take action.

Another benefit of such a process is that it also promotes the rule of law.

Secondly, there were farmers' associations.

The leaders of the farmers' associations were actually agricultural capitalists who had transformed from landlords after productivity increased.

For these agricultural capitalists, if it were still the old system of Seris, they would naturally try every means to hide their land holdings and population, and there would be no capitalists in the world who wanted to pay more taxes.

But they also had another identity: "feudal lords." The amount of land and the number of people in their territory were directly linked to their power of speech. Feudal lords meant that whoever had more people and more land had the loudest voice.

If agricultural output had not increased dramatically due to the improved seeds and fertilizers brought by Ronan, they would still have chosen to conceal their land and population after weighing the pros and cons. But now, when it comes to the numbers, it would naturally be better to have more people and more land.

In short, money and power are mutually exclusive; agricultural capitalists should do the math themselves.

“As expected, only someone even worse than you can deal with these rotten people,” Dinia said.

Ronan took it as a compliment, saying, "As Seres said, 'The wicked will be punished by the wicked.' In fact, if we want clean governance, the way is to manipulate the relationship between money and power. Money-power transactions are inevitable, so we just need to make them as difficult as possible. As a result, society as a whole will be more honest."

"The second part, praise and criticism, is a rather ruthless move." As a seasoned politician, how could Diniya not understand what this was all about? It was an attempt to incite infighting.

“There’s nothing we can do. No matter what, we’re still outsiders, foreigners in the eyes of the Seres. We can’t be real athletes, we can only be referees. Only when they get heated can we, the referees, control the situation,” Ronan said. He had always been clear about their group’s role.

The Seres people could not allow foreigners to hold real power, and not holding power was also Ronan's promise to that group of top Seres superhumans.

Why was the other "Ronan" attacked by the masses? Because he had too many "outsiders" under his command, including a group of Seres. He clearly wanted to seize power, which was unacceptable.

“Those who are opposed to our route must be eliminated,” Dinia said. “Besides, there are a few others.”

"Anything else?" Ronan asked, slightly puzzled.

“People who are connected to those scoundrels who profit from disaster relief.” Dinia pointed out the people who made her very unhappy.

“It might highly overlap with the former,” Ronan laughed. “That saves us trouble, since it’s very convenient to use disaster relief as a pretext to get people involved.”

Those who follow the line will not lose sight of the bigger picture at this time. Those who have already endorsed the company want to make this rebellious company bigger and stronger, then go public, and finally monopolize it.

For Seris, disaster relief was one of the major government activities throughout history. The laws were so numerous and comprehensive that it could be said that anyone involved in disaster relief could be convicted by the law, regardless of whether they had done anything wrong.

Dinia crossed her legs. "I'm curious, what's the other part of this report?"

“The Secretariat has been changed to the Secretariat, to handle paperwork for our Chairman. Of course, anyone with eyes can see that this is an expansion of power,” Ronan said.

"Would they agree to something like that?" Dinia asked.

“Yes, because we must allow people from different factions to come in. However, I would suggest that our Chairman Zhao promote more of his own people,” Ronan added.

Dinia's expression hardened. "He has a ghost among his own people."

The Prince of the South Sea, Zhao Junyong, could be said to have no talent at all. He barely had one or two second-rate superhumans who were just there to make a living and were not his confidants. He did know some "gloves" of both the legitimate and illegitimate worlds because of his privileges, but the problem was that none of these "gloves" were actually his.

“We’ll take him,” Ronan replied.

Dinia frowned, but quickly figured it out. "As long as they weren't originally superhumans and are young enough scholars, he probably thinks he can win them over. After all, many people think he has a chance to become emperor, and even if he can't win them over, it's better than nothing. As for the other committee members, they probably also think they have a better chance of controlling these young people."

Ronan nodded. "That makes sense."

The newly arrived young people haven't yet clearly branded themselves with anyone's identity; the competition is about who can win them over first.

Ronan is very confident in his ability to fool young people.

Chapter 989 Report Meeting: It's not that we don't resist, it's just that Ronan is too cunning.

Time flies, and the report meeting was held as scheduled before the end of the year.

The formal members and alternate members are: when Ronan first organized the committee, the dozen or so key figures who led the leadership team were the formal members, while those who were recommended by each other were the alternate members, and then there were those who were not even alternate members but worked in the committee's subordinate agencies.

All three types of people were invited to attend the report meeting.

As usual, Ronan was the host.

The main content of the report was the three things Ronan had told Dinia before: First, the financial situation in Guangdong last year, which made it necessary to investigate the land and population and form a new tax team; second, some of the committee's achievements and mistakes last year, without naming names, but that was close enough; and third, given certain circumstances, there was a need to have more people assist the young Chairman Zhao in carrying out his work.

In the past, people would have laughed and applauded, because every word of those words was just nonsense and drivel.

But now, all I can do is force a bitter smile.

Because the gentry and powerful realized that times had changed and that if they did not cooperate with the land survey, they would not be able to occupy more seats on the board of directors in the farmers' association.

If you can't be a representative of the farmers' association, then what the hell is the point of joining? Quitting now? It's too late.

Even those farmers' associations that haven't yet expanded there share this idea, because a state or large county can always find a good piece of land to build a farmers' association, and that good land is in their hands, so they also hope that the farmers' association will come over.

At this moment, all I can do is curse in my heart: How the hell has this country become like this?

Many officials should have been unhappy about forming a new tax team, since it would affect their ability to line their own pockets. But the problem is, without a new team, it's difficult to collect taxes, and poor tax collection would be detrimental to their current corrupt practices. So, they had no choice but to agree.

The next two are even more unbearable than the last.

What are the specific achievements and mistakes? Is there any difference between being named and shamed?

In the past, this would have been nothing. "Go ahead and take my job! Go ahead and confiscate my assets!" At most, they'd give me a hard time or mess with me, but if I just gave up, they'd be helpless. But now it's different. They can really kick someone out, and they can really confiscate their property.

Since that's the case, we have no choice but to fight.

They don't want to fight, because fighting might not bring any benefits, but they have no choice but to fight.

Damn it, what kind of world is this?

The last one is simply outrageous.

They insisted on sending a bunch of young people to this damn Chairman. They couldn't directly oppose it because direct opposition would obviously mean that they wanted to use Zhao Junyong as a puppet. This was something they could do but couldn't say. Even the important officials of the court treated the emperor as a tool for stamping documents, but could they say that the emperor was nothing?

In order to prevent these young people from becoming an ally of the guy surnamed Zhao, they had no choice but to put in the effort to win them over.

When they try to win them over, it's tantamount to tacitly acknowledging the power of this worthless secretariat.

What's wrong with this world? How could they have been tricked by a foreigner?

"Finally, we would like to say that at the meeting after the New Year, we will discuss how the committee members will be selected and replaced, how the organizational structure will be adjusted, as well as the committee's goals, fundamental demands, and a series of other matters. Lastly, on behalf of the chairman, I wish you all good health and a happy new year."

Ronan delivered the final remarks.

The question is, will he be happy this New Year?

The meeting ended and everyone dispersed.

"Mr. Luo, you are truly a genius," Zhao Jun praised Luo Nan.

Undoubtedly, the committee's power has expanded, but that's not important; what's important is that his power has also expanded.

After more than half a year, Zhao Junyong finally understood that Luo Nan was the only reliable person.

It's not that this foreigner is so loyal, but that he's unlikely to take his place, while someone else could.

That's enough.

The change from Secretary Luo to Party Secretary Luo is not just a change of name. If he operates properly, he can become the second-in-command of this committee. Since Zhao Jun does not have enough power to become the top leader, Luo Nan can even be considered the top leader.

However, Zhao Jun was willing.

Because Ronan can't advance any further, and others want to get closer to his position, they need to oust Ronan, the second-in-command. Can these people do it? No, they don't have the inner strength, you know?

"Ha, Chairman, you flatter me." Ronan laughed. He knew Zhao Jun's mind perfectly well. This young man, who was only in his early twenties, had virtually no political ability, but he was quite shrewd when it came to power struggles.

But that's good. At least they know how to assess the situation and won't do anything irrational because of momentary emotions, putting everyone in an awkward position.

"I am absolutely sincere." Zhao Jun said with an eager expression, "Mr. Luo, how about coming to my residence for the New Year?" Zhao Jun extended an invitation, but the New Year was just a pretext; his real intention was to send a signal to the outside world.

"No need. I have a bunch of women at home who are very difficult to please. I'd rather not trouble the Chairman." Ronan refused directly.

He wants to be a referee, not a target who uses the chairman to manipulate the committee.

Zhao Jun sighed regretfully, and in his heart cursed Ronan for being cunning.