"Alright, this is what you said."

Liu Lanzi grabbed Xiao Song and stroked it up and down to revive it, while asking, "Have you heard of the train problem?"

The train problem is a famous moral dilemma.

The idea is, you're driving a train, ahead are two diverging tracks, one has one person lying on it, the other has five people.

At this time, you must make a choice.

Either five people die, or one person dies.

Whether to sacrifice the few or the many, it's all up to that single thought of yours.

"I've heard of it." Song Guanchao asked, "Are you wondering how I would choose?"

Liu Lanzi shook her head, "I'm not going to ask such a cliché question, I'm here to tell you, before making a choice, you need to become the conductor first."

"Only when you become the conductor, do you have the right to drive the train, to decide who lives and who dies."

Song Guanchao was stunned.

Liu Lanzi felt Xiao Song in her hand go soft all of a sudden, "The situation you're facing now is the same."

"Your rank is too low, so you don't have many options."

"You can only resist in other ways."

"If one day you were the City Secretary, would you still allow today's incident to happen?"

"No." Song Guanchao instinctively answered.

"Of course not, because by then, you'll be the top leader, everyone will have to listen to you."

"You say the demolition compensation pricing is unreasonable, they would have to reprice."

Song Guanchao asked, "What if the treasury is empty?"

Liu Lanzi was speechless, "You're such a contrarian, aren't you already the City Secretary, don't you do market research before acting? Don't you determine in advance whether the funds are sufficient?"

"If they're not sufficient and you still want to do it, aren't you just causing trouble for yourself?"

"Secretary Lu now faces this dilemma because he and Mayor Zheng haven't fully controlled Lingjiang all along. That's why they discovered the insufficient funds only after the project was initiated."

"If you were the City Secretary, would you be sidelined?"

"No."

"Exactly, so these issues wouldn't exist."

Liu Lanzi said, "The solution I offer is to become stronger. When you become strong enough to hold absolute authority, so-called oppression and injustice would cease to exist."

"Whether to report now for those demolition households or continue climbing up, you're the one to decide."

Reporting would be self-destructing one's future.

If self-destructing the future could solve the problem, Song Guanchao wouldn't hesitate.

But if the future is ruined and the problem isn't solved...

If he continues climbing up, rises to Mayor, City Secretary... today's events wouldn't occur.

Liu Lanzi indeed provided him with a new perspective.

It's a direction he hadn't thought about or even realized before.

But how long would it take to climb to the top position?

Even if he were extremely capable, rising from the current Director position, it would take at least three to five years, given a pace of half a year per rank, three ranks in two years.

By then, he would be the top leader.

But what has happened will have already happened.

Just like Liu Lanzi said, even if he reported, it would only treat the symptoms not the cause.

This problem seems to have no perfect answer.

Song Guanchao exhaled heavily.

"Why isn't there a reaction yet."

Liu Lanzi was a bit displeased, patted twice, suddenly lowered her head and took it into her mouth.

Just a few wraps with her tongue and there was a reaction immediately.

She spit it out, lifted her leg and straddled, humming, "You promised to make it so I can't get out of bed tomorrow."

...

The next day.

When Song Guanchao woke up, Liu Lanzi was still asleep, sleeping soundly.

Looking at the scratches and bite marks on her body, he could tell how intense the battle was last night.

He sat up, pounded his old waist.

"Hiss, a bit sore."

"I should keep drinking goji berry tea."

He put on jeans and a sweatshirt and arrived at the City Committee, staff there felt a bit strange seeing him.

"Weren't you on a business trip?" Zeng Li asked suspiciously.

"Cancelled."

"Why are you dressed like this? Is your suit still not dry?"

"Hmm." Song Guanchao turned to glance at the office, "Is the Secretary in?"

"Been here a long time now."

Zeng Li asked, "What's going on between you and Sister Weiwei? She seems to have been in a bad mood the past few days. What did you argue over?"

"We didn't argue."

"Liar, I've never seen Sister Weiwei shout so loud before."

At this moment, the desk phone rang, the internal line signaling it was Wu Qiangwei calling.

"Hello, Secretary."

"You're here? Come in."

Song Guanchao put down the receiver, turned, and walked into the office.

The Wu Qiangwei in her awakened state was completely different from the Wu Qiangwei last night.

Now, she was calm, steady, competent, unsmiling, exuding a subtle pressure of an upper echelon from head to toe.

Seeing Song Guanchao's clothes, Wu Qiangwei's eyes flashed with complexity.

She didn't pick fault but said, "Have a seat."

Song Guanchao sat down, said, "Secretary, I'm not feeling well these days, can't accompany you down for research, let Zeng Li go."

The calm emotion Wu Qiangwei just settled instantly surged again.

She stared at Song Guanchao for a few seconds and said, "The demolition compensation for Fengmen Building has lowered again."

Song Guanchao's eyes showed a trace of confusion, what does it mean it has lowered again?

"Lowered again?"

"Yes."

"How much?"

"Aren't you investigating? You don't know?"

"... I don't know."

Lu Feng didn't call him either.

Wu Qiangwei snorted lightly, like she was avenging the grievances she'd felt the past two days, "Guess."

"..."

"Can't guess."

"If you can't guess, go find it out yourself."

Song Guanchao felt a headache.

Wu Qiangwei didn't really mean to tease him, she said, "Two thousand."

"How much?"

Two thousand?

Did Lu Zhizhong drink too much fake alcohol?

Two thousand yuan, is this something a person would do?

This price, would a third-party evaluation company and relevant departments dare set it?

"Secretary, are you sure?"

It wasn't that Song Guanchao didn't believe it, it was just that this price was too damn ridiculous.

Even capitalists wouldn't dare exploit like this!

"The official notice of relocation hasn't been issued yet, but the price has been leaked out, probably to test the residents' reactions. But since it's leaked, there won't be much deviation."

"I estimate the final relocation price will be around 2500-3000."

"... How dare he?" Song Guanchao couldn't understand.

Wu Qiangwei was very calm, appreciating his various subconscious reactions.

Noticing Wu Qiangwei was constantly looking at him, Song Guanchao stood up, said, "I'm not feeling well, I'll go back to rest."

He had to check it out, see if this news was true or false.

"Don't you think this price is very unreasonable?" Wu Qiangwei suddenly asked.

Song Guanchao instinctively retorted, "Secretary finally thinks it's unreasonable."

Wu Qiangwei raised her eyebrows angrily, her mouth slightly open, then closed again.

After two seconds, she said, "Small-minded man, it's a waste of that tall stature."

Song Guanchao looked down, "Indeed it's pretty long."

"..." Wu Qiangwei took a series of deep breaths, said, "You can't even identify the most basic sign of anomaly, you're indeed not suitable to be a secretary. Rewrite your resignation letter, I'll send it to the organization department now."

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