After finishing the documents, Jing Yuan rested his chin on one hand and frowned as he looked at the terms written on them.
“Keqing, you’ve finished reading this document as well.
What do you think the IPC’s intention is in sending this?” “I don’t know.” Keqing shook her head.
“Hundreds of years ago, the IPC sent people to the Luofu to discuss cooperation, and we rejected them then.” Jing Yuan looked at the signature on the document: Oswaldo Schneider of the Marketing Development Department.
Jing Yuan had heard of this name; he was a director at the IPC.
Someone of his status should know the Xianzhou’s stance.
So why would he send such a document?
“Keqing, do you think I should sign and agree to this document, or should I refuse?” Jing Yuan looked at Keqing.
This young genius always had her own insights when handling paperwork, and now Jing Yuan wanted to hear what she had to say.
“Based on the terms above, in the short term, the pros outweigh the cons,” Keqing said, sharing the thought that had occurred to her as soon as she finished reading.
“Oh?
Pros outweigh cons in the short term, meaning the cons outweigh the pros in the long term.
Tell me why.” “This document from the IPC, in a sense, is asking the Xianzhou to sell part of its internal territory to them.
In the short term, we can indeed obtain some resources from the IPC.” “But for the IPC, as long as they open a breach, they will find ways to acquire more land from others within the Xianzhou.” “It’s safe to say that if we don’t impose restrictions after they arrive on the Xianzhou, most of the land here will be occupied by the IPC,” Keqing said with a serious expression.
During her years on the Xianzhou, Keqing had heard very little good news regarding the IPC.
Just like the land occupation she mentioned, many planets were directly bought out by the IPC.
As for how they were bought, that remained unknown.
“So according to you, it’s better to refuse, right?” Jing Yuan’s fingers tapped rhythmically on the table.
“That depends on your will, General.” After Keqing finished speaking, she returned to her seat and continued processing the pile of documents.
“What a versatile answer.
However, regarding the matter of the IPC moving in, it’s better to consult the Alliance.” As Jing Yuan spoke, he stood up with the documents.
“Keqing, if anyone else delivers documents later, handle them at your discretion.
I need to go out and take care of some things.” After saying this, Jing Yuan tucked the documents into his robes.
Keqing watched as Jing Yuan’s back disappeared into the Seat of Divine Foresight.
Without her noticing, the pen she was holding had already bent.
She looked at the pile of documents on her desk, then at the others whispering below.
After a sigh, Keqing could only continue working.
After all, she couldn’t go and complain to Jing Yuan.
Who could she complain to?
Complain about Jing Yuan?
He was her direct superior.
Keqing hadn’t processed many of the documents in her hand when someone walked up to her with another file.
“Lady Keqing, this document needs your review.” “There’s no need to call me ‘Lady.’ Here, we are all just secretaries assisting with the work,” Keqing said as she took the document from the person.
“A document from the Alchemy Commission?
Fine, go back to your work; I’ll take a close look at it.” “Understood, Lady Keqing.” Having said that, the secretary quickly returned to their seat.
Even though Keqing said every time that others didn’t need to call her ‘Lady,’ in their eyes, Keqing’s status was similar to the heads of other departments and the Chief Strategist.
After carefully reading the document, Keqing could summarize it in a few sentences.
In short, the Alchemy Commission felt they were short-staffed and wanted to expand their recruitment.
Normally, such a matter should be decided by the Division Head of the Alchemic Division and wouldn’t even reach the Seat of Divine Foresight.
But the problem was that the Alchemy Commission currently did not have a Division Head.
‘I’ll set it aside for now and wait until the General returns.’ She couldn’t decide on matters like personnel transfers herself.
What was with Jing Yuan today?
So many documents had been distributed down.
She glanced at Jing Yuan’s desk; there didn’t seem to be a single pending document on it.
“Everyone, when processing documents, please look them over carefully.
If it’s something you can’t handle yourself, send it to me.
Once the General returns, I’ll have him review them again,” Keqing said to the others, standing up with some helplessness.
Just as Keqing finished speaking, someone from below brought over more documents.
By the time everyone else had finished processing their files, a pile of documents had accumulated in front of Keqing instead.
These documents were not things that ordinary people like them could handle.
For their work here, they could usually clock out once the daily documents were processed.
But now, Keqing was still sitting in her seat, and the others didn’t dare to leave randomly.
“If your work is done, you can leave.
There’s no need to waste time here,” Keqing said to the others.
“Then, we’ll take our leave first, Lady Keqing,” said a junior secretary who hadn’t been there long.
Of course, ‘not long’ was relative for the long-lived Xianzhou people.
“Go on, go on.
The work is finished, so you can go rest.
Balancing work and rest leads to higher efficiency.” “Understood, Lady Keqing.” Before long, only Keqing and a few people on duty remained in the main hall of the Seat of Divine Foresight.
Keqing sat in her seat, feeling a bit of a headache as she looked at the documents for which she had no decision-making authority.
She couldn’t just leave until Jing Yuan returned.
These documents had to be handed over to Jing Yuan personally.