Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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With a clap of her hands, Golan walked into the conference room and placed a document on the table.

The above is a group of signatures. Most of the signatures are unfamiliar to them, but judging from their uncommon surnames and the ugly handwriting, they can be guessed that they are natives of Guangxi. As for the other signatures, many people still do not recognize them, because many of the members of the committee are former high-ranking officials of the provincial government, and they are all from other places.

However, some committee members from prominent local families recognized them and were immediately furious, because these were the "unfilial descendants" of their clans.

Good grief, this guy's trying to use his own possessions as a pledge of allegiance.

Of course, the most noteworthy signature is only one, not Ronan's lover, Gloria, but Lu Ming, a member of the committee and known for his expertise in confiscating property.

What, you're going to confiscate my house if I don't agree to set up this committee?

At this moment, Luo Nan picked up his teacup and spoke again, "I don't think this group of people is suitable for being given official positions. If we do, it will open a loophole, and wouldn't a whole bunch of Guangxi people want to become officials?"

Disagree and they'll confiscate your property? Ronan would never resort to such a brutal tactic. He's playing a much more ruthless game now. If you offer these people official positions and assimilate them, then other Guangxi people will use that as an excuse to say, "We're willing to be assimilated too," and "We need to have official jobs."

So, should we simply ban these people from becoming prosecutors? That won't work either, because if we do that, it won't be Ronan who suffers the consequences, but rather them.

Do I even need to explain what the consequences will be for bad people?

"As a Cantonese, I certainly don't want a large influx of people from Guangxi, but I also don't dare to discourage those who have made contributions on the battlefield."

Go to hell! You white foreign devil and you call yourself a Cantonese?

Damn Ronan! He made a proposal that most people strongly opposed, but after manipulating it a bit, it became the least bad option. Whether they strongly opposed the establishment of this prosecutor's office or tried to turn it into their own group, both were terrible choices. Only by agreeing to Ronan's proposal would they suffer the least harm.

Zhao Jun watched with envy, thinking that if he had Ronan's skills, he would never have ended up being kicked out of the royal family, adopted by another prince, and then becoming a worthless King of the South China Sea.

Unfortunately, he overlooked one point: all of Ronan's maneuvering was contingent on no one being able to overturn the table.

To put it simply, we can't use the method of physical destruction.

Ronan, being a stickler for rules, never resorted to unconventional methods, always acting within the bounds of righteousness and the law. They couldn't possibly enlist the help of some seventh-tier individuals to uphold justice. On the contrary, Ronan had managed to persuade a seventh-tier individual to join them just a couple of days ago.

"You son of a bitch!" At this moment, many people cursed in unison.

Chapter 101 Incompetent Teammate, Let Me Say a Few Words, Was This Also in Your Plan?

The matter with the prosecutor's office has been settled; what remains is a long and drawn-out process.

In fact, Ronan's draft organizational plan seems to have no problems.

Moreover, this is just an organizational plan, so there's really nothing to argue about.

The reason is quite simple: for those who have joined or want to join a ruling institution, the number of positions and the availability of those positions are not very important.

The important thing is where you get to sit, how many of your "friends" will rise to the top, and how many of your "enemies" will take your place.

However, Ronan had tricked them. If they didn't do something, wouldn't they be admitting defeat?

It's impossible to completely disagree, but it's certainly possible to delay it.

The real purpose of delaying is to make people anxious, not to retaliate as a small act of revenge.

Ronan was certainly not in a hurry, but could Zhao Jun really sit still with this young man? Wouldn't he want to interfere in the process?

Once Zhao Jun couldn't help but start pointing fingers and even subtly expressing his disagreement with the current plan, could Ronan remain indifferent?

Ronan knew what these people were thinking, but he didn't have a direct countermeasure.

At least, not at this moment.

The change happened very quickly.

Chairman Zhao, who is now likely to become President Zhao in the future, has finally become anxious and joined the discussion.

Young people always feel compelled to express their thoughts.

However, what Chairman Zhao is suffering from is not only the common problem of expression among young people, but also the imbalance problem he has as a member of the royal family.

Through the exchange, he earnestly expressed his hope that others would agree with his attitude. As a politician, if he publicly expressed his agreement with another politician's ideas, that would be taking sides.

The implication was quite obvious.

Zhao Junyong clearly understood and believed that Ronan was the person he could trust the most, because Ronan would never threaten his position. Therefore, when expressing his thoughts, he did not reject Ronan's draft organizational structure.

But he also had another thought: if a puppet is controlled by only one person, it is a complete puppet; if the strings are in the hands of multiple people, then are multiple people controlling the puppet, or is the puppet influencing the people in turn? So he said some unnecessary things.

Chairman Zhao didn't realize that by doing this, he was actually reminding others that they had an opportunity to take advantage of him.

And this opportunity lies with him, the chairman of the committee.

Undoubtedly, some people who felt they were already on the "anti-revolutionary list," and some who wanted to advance but had no merit, would try to get a breakthrough from the Chairman.

"What a terrible teammate," Ronan thought to himself.

He was anxious about this, but mostly happy.

He was anxious because Zhao Junyong was his superior, but happy because Ronan would eventually oust him.

Ronan remained silent throughout.

Along with Dinia, Ambrina, and Isabelle, they also remained silent.

They were allowed to continue their performance.

"Brother Luo, won't you say a few words?" Wang Sizheng suddenly asked.

His question instantly silenced everyone, and all eyes turned to Ronan.

They used delaying tactics, spending half a day discussing without reaching a conclusion, hoping to make Zhao Jun anxious and then force him to join the discussion.

Their original intention was simply to guide Zhao Jun to use this young man to express some opposition to the draft, since young people love to highlight themselves by negating others.

If he rejects Ronan, Ronan might not be able to sit still.

However, Zhao Jun did not do that. He was basically expressing affirmation, but while affirming, he also implied something.

This did not disappoint; on the contrary, it was delightful.

This is because it means that Zhao Jun could be used as a breakthrough point.

"What am I saying? I see that you have always agreed with the Chairman's views, and my proposal was written after fully understanding the Chairman's guiding principles. Chairman Zhao's remarks have also basically proven this point."

"I see that almost none of you disagree with Chairman Zhao's views. In that case, I think I should consult with Chairman Zhao again to gain a deeper and more thorough understanding of his spirit, and then you can sign to confirm it, wouldn't that be fine?"

Ronan's opening remarks were a huge blunder, once again demonstrating his quick wit and adaptability.

This caused a huge headache for everyone.

They don't actually oppose this draft, because there's nothing to object to regarding the organizational structure. Their procrastination and objections are just creating uncertainty and letting things unfold. In fact, the situation is quite promising.

How could they possibly allow Ronan and Zhao Jun to discuss things on their own and then sign off on it? Wouldn't all that they had just done be for nothing?

"What, are you trying to say that you were so certain of Committee Member Zhao's idea just now, but you didn't actually agree with it in your hearts, and you were just agreeing for the sake of agreeing?"

Ronan's question will inevitably lead to a major accusation.

At this moment, Zhao Jun frowned. He wasn't stupid; he knew that Ronan was stirring up trouble and provoking conflict. But after his smugness faded and Ronan's words gave him some hints, he also clearly realized that Ronan had ulterior motives.

There wasn't a single good person in this room except for himself.

"How could that be? We completely agree with Chairman Zhao."

"That's it."

"Committee Member Luo, this is serious."

A group of people quickly expressed their opinions.

At this point, Ronan sighed, "In that case, let's rest for a while, have lunch, and then continue our discussion this afternoon, shall we?"

“There’s no food here,” Lu Delin said. He couldn’t understand why Ronan didn’t arrange for them to stay at the usual place. This place was small, and they couldn’t even eat here.

“Committee Member Lü, what does it matter? The most bustling area is just a few steps away, and the best restaurants are all in this area. We can order takeout,” Ronan said. Takeout existed in prosperous cities of the previous dynasty, but Guangdong only started to prosper in this dynasty, and takeout only became available in this dynasty.

"Who eats takeout? I don't eat it." With that, Lü Delin turned and left. He was a very particular person about his personal life and would never eat takeout.

Xu Tianci and Wang Sizheng followed.

So the committee members parted ways, not going to the same restaurant together, but instead forming small groups to discuss things during their meal.

Actually, they all wanted to talk to Zhao Junyong alone, but because they all had this idea, they couldn't do it.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Jun was surprised to find that he was all alone.

But the next moment, he realized that wasn't the case; Ronan and the others hadn't left yet.

And so, Ronan invited Zhao Junyong to have lunch with his group.

Less than a minute later, among the people who had already walked away, someone suddenly slapped his thigh, looked back, and slapped his thigh again. This reaction was because he realized that all of this was part of Ronan's plan.

The reason this place was chosen in the first place was because it doesn't provide meals. If nothing unexpected happens, Ronan will be able to take Zhao Jun away by himself at lunchtime.

Next, without a doubt, Ronan will have a good talk with Zhao Jun.

The afternoon meeting will surely bring about changes.

Chapter 1002 The conman Ronan reappears: ZTE or tank? Hopeless.

In a small restaurant, Luo Nan and Zhao Jun shared a table and ordered three dishes: a plate of poached chicken, a plate of lightly steamed fish with salt and oil, and a plate of stir-fried greens.

The other women were at another table.

The shop wasn't big, but it had a lot of tables. Although the customers were all somewhat sophisticated people, even if they weren't making noise, it was still quite noisy when so many people were talking in hushed tones. You couldn't even hear what the person at the next table was saying.

Ronan picked up a piece of poached chicken and chewed it heartily, but didn't speak to Zhao Jun.

Even though she had pulled him over, she didn't say anything, which made Zhao Jun feel that she was unhappy.

“Mr. Luo, did I say anything inappropriate earlier?” Zhao Junyong spoke first.

“No.” Ronan said, picking up another piece of poached chicken. “The Chairman has a deep understanding of this organizational structure.”

"Mr. Luo, you flatter me," Zhao Jun said modestly, and began to eat as well.

“That’s the truth,” Ronan added. “However, letting some people go and appeasing others won’t make them bargaining chips to balance the power of all parties.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jun was taken aback, realizing that he had been seen through once again.

"Moreover, as we said before, we have bad people within our ranks. If we don't deal with them, what will become of our credibility? Credibility is very valuable. There are only a few people like them; it's not worth spending your credibility to protect them."

"If you want to maintain a balance, the best thing to do is to get rid of a few people to make room for them, and then bring some people from Guangxi over. You can rest assured that if there aren't many of them, they won't be able to band together on their own. That would attract concentrated attacks from Guangdong. Since there are few of them, they will only choose to temporarily rely on you."

"They will only recruit some of the sons of those former Guangdong rebels into the Secretariat to be your secretaries, and they will have no choice but to depend on you."

"This way you will have two forces, one inside and one outside, giving you some room to maneuver."

"This is far more effective than saving those few people."

Luo Nan provided an analysis for Zhao Junyong.

Zhao Jun fell into deep thought. He wasn't going to blindly believe whatever Ronan said; he was considering which option was more worthwhile.

“Actually, it’s not anything particularly important,” Ronan suddenly said.

"Huh?" Zhao Jun asked instinctively, feeling as if he had been hit on the head with a hammer, completely bewildered.

"Tolerating, or even deliberately instigating, rebellions, suppressing them without imposing guilt by association, and even promoting their descendants, while also announcing that there are bad people within our own ranks—do you think this is just to intimidate the locals and eliminate dissidents? Of course not."

"Everything was a prelude to something else."

At this point in Ronan's speech, Zhao Junyong was already on high alert.

"To be honest, your situation is not good. You are almost like a young monarch in decline and decay. You have no money, no people, and you can say you have no power. You are surrounded by cunning people like me, and outside you are a bunch of wolves and tigers."

"However, you cannot regard yourself as a monarch who is struggling to make ends meet amidst the decline of the nation."

“We are starting a business, so your position is that of the monarch of ZTE.”

"The restorer of the nation, rebuilding the country, what's with all this balancing act? Isn't it ridiculous? What you need to master is the tool to judge who's good and who's bad. From now on, use this tool to deal with all those who are disobedient, instead of trying to protect a few scoundrels and then letting them fight amongst themselves so you can stay in your position."

"And this time, the process of eliminating those few people was also the process of creating such a tool."

"Of course, if you just want to coast along, like your brother who kicked you out of the royal family, to be a monarch who can enjoy life but has no real power, then you can ignore all of this and play the balancing act."

Ronan immediately posed a soul-searching question.

Do you want to sit in your position, coast along, and enjoy life, or do you want to be a leader who revitalizes the nation?

"I was wrong. If it weren't for Mr. Luo's guidance, I would have made a grave mistake." Zhao Jun expressed deep remorse. Of course, he wanted to be the restorer of the dynasty, needless to say.

At the next table, Ambrina showed no reaction. This was Ronan's old trick: he would say he was helping others achieve their ideals, but actually, he was mainly trying to achieve his own goals.

For decades, Dinya was completely fooled by this whole thing. Even though she had long since realized it, she accepted it because Ronan was indeed helping her get closer to her ideal step by step.

But this young man, Zhao, is a bit harder to say.

Isabel unconsciously increased the force with which she chewed her food, that old liar Ronan.