Genshin Impact: The Sage's Disciple Doesn't Want Fame

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Since becoming mayor, Ji Ming has become increasingly distant from the people of Liyue.

Once a member of the Liyue people, now they have risen to prominence, and several of their sworn brothers, who were also born from the Liyue people, have become part of the ruling group. It all feels unreal.

But that's the reality. Power may be awe-inspiring, but its negative effects are equally significant, a fact that Ji Ming has experienced firsthand.

Be wary of Morax's sugar-coated bullets.

Ji Ming took a sip of tea, then Qi Qi nudged him again. He looked down and asked, "What's wrong, my dear daughter?"

Qiqi was annoyed: "That stupid daddy is ignoring me..."

Ji Ming chuckled, "I'm thinking about something. Mother will be coming to visit us in a few days, don't worry."

Qiqi shook her head and said calmly, "Mother took Qiqi to play in the street. Later, Mother had something to do and asked Qiqi to wait at Wanmin Hall for a while. Then Qiqi squatted at the entrance of Wanmin Hall and saw that many people were moving."

Relocation? Oh, it should be immigration, because the first immigration area in Guili County has been completed, and Tianquan Star and several other Seven Stars are busy organizing immigrants to Guili County.

“Those people are very sad, Qiqi can tell…”

Ji Ming was taken aback, and subconsciously became serious: "What happened? Qi Qi, can you tell me in detail?"

After thinking for a while, Qiqi said expressionlessly, "Just like Qiqi is now."

How can you tell? The little zombie girl has no expression.

Reaching out to hug Qiqi, Ji Ming asked, "No need to demonstrate, tell your father what happened back then."

"Many people are crying."

Cry? Why cry? As immigrants, they should have received all the welfare and compensation they deserve. Ji Ming even thoughtfully considered family ties and stipulated that immigrants be organized as family units.

Immediately afterward, Ji Ming thought of a terrible and chilling truth: perhaps the officials who carried out the orders were not acting in accordance with regulations, and they were still oppressing the people.

Ji Ming's expression was stern: "Qiqi, tell your father, are the clothes worn by those people who are moving pretty?"

Qiqi shook her head: "It's a bit dirty..."

Ningguang, I'm at 8 AM.

After putting down Qiqi, Ji Ming stood up and went to the wardrobe to change his clothes. He did not change into the bright red or purple official robes or silk clothes, but instead put on the most classic long gown and short jacket of that year.

The vow made at the Bronze Sparrow Temple years ago is now being reaffirmed by Ji Ming as he returns to his temple.

Chapter 162 A True Hero (Total 4000 words)

Bu Yun is an ordinary nobody in Liyue Harbor. Although he is Ningguang's confidant on Tianquan Star, he has no real power and barely holds the job of "guide".

Compared to Ningguang's three trusted secretaries, Bu Yun felt that his title of "confidant" was rather undeserved. It was nothing more than giving directions and opening mechanisms, which even a child could do, and it had no real value.

But it doesn't matter. Bu Yun has never been greedy for power, so no one will suddenly jump out to give him gifts and curry favor. He is quite happy with his life.

Unlike Ningguang's three secretaries, who are often showered with gifts and flattery, and some even propose marriage, hoping to find out Tianquanxing's thoughts, Ningguang's secretaries are much better off.

Every day after get off work, I would have a few drinks, and Master Ningguang would occasionally give me a small bonus. Life was just that simple and unpretentious.

Bu Yun thought his peaceful life would continue until retirement, but to his surprise, the arrival of a rising political star disrupted his peaceful life.

"Lord Ji Ming, let me go up and announce your arrival. If you barge in directly, I'll really have a hard time explaining myself."

Bu Yun wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked at Ji Ming, whose face was gloomy. He seemed a little at a loss. Although he didn't know what had happened, anyone with a little knowledge knew that Lord Ji Ming and Lord Ning Guang didn't get along.

Bu Yun had no intention of getting involved in the confrontation between the two important figures. Even though they were trusted confidants, they only had so many Mora a month, and there was no need to offend Lord Ji Ming for Lord Ningguang's sake.

The guide, Bu Yun, was trembling with fear.

Ji Ming's face darkened. He waved his hand, his tone somewhat impatient: "Go and inform her. I hope she'll be sensible and not keep me waiting too long."

As I said before, Bu Yun is just an employee, there's no need to make things too difficult for him.

Seeing Bu Yun ascend the mechanism, Ji Ming turned around and leaned against the brick wall, gazing at the distant main dock of Liyue, where a large group of Liyue people who had been forcibly relocated were still gathered.

Before approaching Bu Yun, adhering to the principle that one has no right to speak without investigation, Ji Ming took a detour to the main wharf street, where he witnessed a scene that was enough to raise his blood pressure.

The immigrants weren't exactly ragged, but their clothes were certainly not good. Many of them had dirty faces. The majority of them were elderly people and young children, while the young and middle-aged were mostly thin and bony—a typical vulnerable group.

People like this would never want to leave their hometown and become immigrants; they only hope to put down roots in their hometown rather than start over in unfamiliar land.

The Qianyan Army was maintaining order on the street. Their behavior was not inappropriate, and there was no violent pushing or shoving. They were simply on guard, which made Ji Ming's expression much better.

After all, the Thousand Rock Army was established by Morax himself. Even if their combat strength is not comparable to the Thousand Rock Legion during the Demon God War, they are still the military guarantee of Liyue, and their grassroots and internal forces are relatively pure.

As for the higher-ups, Yao Guangxing is already preparing to pass it on to his son, so what else is there to say?

As for immigrants, just as Qiqi said, when Ji Ming arrived at the main dock, many immigrants were covering their faces and crying, and some Liyue people were stopped outside the cordon by the Thousand Rock Army, probably relatives or something.

Inside the cordon, there was another group dressed in plain clothes who were responsible for urging the immigrants to board the boats and travel by sea and land to Yaoguang Beach, where they would dock at a temporary pier.

Compared to the gentleness of the Thousand Rock Army, these guys' attitude was particularly bad.

Ji Ming didn't recognize them. If they were city guards, he should have known them years ago, since he was a five-star good citizen back then.

Are they Ningguang's subordinates? No, probably not. Ningguang prefers to gather intelligence rather than hire these arrogant lackeys.

Even so, Ningguang is not exempt from responsibility. She is in charge of the immigration issue. It was agreed that the people should be appeased and that not a single Mora should be shortchanged. Immigration must also be voluntary.

Given the current situation, Ji Ming finds it hard to believe that Ningguang was unaware of the situation.

Ningguang, is there something wrong with your play this time?

"Lord Ji Ming, Lord Ningguang requests your presence."

Bu Yun was still shaken, but fortunately neither Lord Ji Ming nor Lord Ning Guang paid any attention to him, a nobody. When he went up to report, Lord Ning Guang was only slightly surprised, and then told him to come down and invite Lord Ji Ming.

So, what conflict have these two important figures had this time? I remember last time I went to invite Lord Ji Ming, this rising star in politics didn't give Lord Ning Guang any face at all. Logically speaking, the two shouldn't have met during this period.

Forget it, this isn't his business.

Ji Ming nodded, boarded the mechanism, and after waiting for a few minutes, arrived at the Qunyu Pavilion high in the sky. He had no mood to appreciate the scenery and chose to go straight to the core area of ​​the Qunyu Pavilion.

Perhaps it was because of Ji Ming's gloomy expression that Bai Shi, who was waiting outside the Qunyu Pavilion, froze on the spot, all his arrogance vanished, and he stared blankly as Ji Ming barged into the Qunyu Pavilion.

This guy's aura is terrifying!

"Ningguang, get out here right now."

Ningguang sat upright in the armchair, her hand holding the new pipe suspended in mid-air. She looked at Ji Ming, who had barged in, and found his irritability somewhat strange.

"Lord Ji Ming, what brings you here as a guest today?"

"Stop with the nonsense. I'm asking you, what's going on over there on Main Wharf Street?"

Ningguang put down her pipe, pulled out a small stack of reports, and pondered, "Main Wharf Street? Please wait a moment... Today is the day for selecting and transporting immigrants, which is the responsibility of Tian Shu Xing. However, considering that Tian Shu Xing is getting old, some matters have been delegated to his subordinates."

Ji Ming didn't stand on ceremony and sat down directly opposite Ning Guang, questioning, "So, you don't know what happened on the main wharf street?"

Ningguang nodded: "Of course. Lord Ji Ming's tone was unpleasant, as if he was not very satisfied with me?"

Ji Ming sneered: "Don't joke around. Everyone knows that Lady Ningguang's intelligence network covers Liyue Harbor. Is there anything you don't know?"

Ningguang, a strong woman skilled in negotiation and intimidation, disliked Ji Ming's tone. However, since he had been appointed by the Rock King Emperor, Ningguang had no way to retaliate no matter how aggressive he was.

"It seems Lord Ji Ming doesn't trust me. Fine, I can swear to the Emperor that I really don't know what happened on the main wharf street. Those who break their promises will be punished by the Devouring Rock."

It seems Ningguang was truly unaware of the situation, but this is not an excuse for her to shirk responsibility. As the chief planner of the immigration program, Ningguang must bear the primary responsibility.

"I'm asking you, how much have you cared about immigration?"

Pressed to this extent, Ningguang put away her smile, looked at Ji Ming expressionlessly, and said in a cold tone: "Lord Ji Ming, I have given you plenty of Mora, and I have approved all the documents that needed to be approved. There is nothing wrong with them."

Ji Ming was so angry he laughed: "Then please explain, Lady Ningguang, why are some immigrants so poorly dressed? Why are most of the immigrants elderly and children? And why is there a group of people dressed in plain clothes oppressing the immigrants?"

"This is none of my business, I'm only responsible for..."

"boom!!"

Ji Ming slammed his hand on the table, sending the porcelain pot flying and shattering it into pieces on the floor. His voice was filled with rage: "How can a scoundrel like you govern a country?!"

Does being in a position mean you have to fulfill your responsibilities, while being out of a position means you don't have to? What a convenient excuse, "It's none of my business," full of responsibilities but all you care about is business.

Yes, Ningguang gave all the Mora she was entitled to, but Jiming didn't see the Mora going into the immigrants' pockets, nor did he see the immigrants enjoying the policy benefits they were entitled to.

What Ji Ming saw was only disheveled appearance, vulnerable groups, and oppression from those in power.

If Ningguang intervenes even slightly, without expending too much effort, simply by issuing a verbal warning, this phenomenon will not occur on Main Wharf Street.

You know, Ningguang is the recognized leader of the Seven Stars and the chief planner of the immigration plan. If she doesn't care about these things, are you suggesting that the immigrants should worry about them themselves?

Seeing Ji Ming's uncontrollable anger, Ning Guang quickly calmed down. She reached out and pressed down, saying softly, "Calm down, Lord Ji Ming. I don't want to make enemies with you."

"Excellent, I came here today to make an enemy of you."

Ningguang rubbed her temples: "Lord Ji Ming, I know you may not want to accept immigrants who are unable to work..."

Ji Ming interrupted again, laughing angrily: "Ningguang, this has never been what I care about. Being unable to work is not a big problem. If they are willing, I would welcome them even if they are eighty-year-old women. But they are not doing this voluntarily, do you understand?"

Ningguang was stunned. She looked at Ji Ming, whose face was flushed with anger, and for a moment she forgot to reply.

It turns out that Ji Ming's anger was not about fighting for profit. He didn't care that his immigrants were a vulnerable group unable to work; he only cared about whether his future citizens had been wronged.

Fairness, a word full of fantasy. There has never been absolute fairness in the world, at least not before Ningguang became rich.

Ningguang never believed in fairness, but Ji Ming proved one thing: some people spend their entire lives fighting for fairness.

"Not only were they involuntary, but they also didn't receive any of the policy compensation they were entitled to. If this isn't Ningguang's responsibility, then whose responsibility is it!"

But this world has always been like this; the law of the jungle prevails everywhere. How can you, Ji Ming, fight against human nature?