CHAPTER 2035: CHAPTER 1858: I’M A SLACKER, AND PROUD OF IT

Ten minutes later.

Report complete.

"Trash."

"Useless."

"You can’t even handle this little issue? What are you doing? This is your investigation result? You have the nerve to report it? This result fully demonstrates your incompetence."

"I’m so angry."

"..."

On the phone.

The team leader was scolded like a grandson; the words were all too familiar.

Once.

Three scientists were lost.

The police department was criticized harshly by outsiders this way. The team leader just listened quietly; he’s experienced. As for continually emphasizing the difficulties? No, that’s just giving the other side new reasons to criticize.

Simply put.

We just say nothing, in one ear, out the other. Let the floods rage, I stand firm; you can talk till your tongue goes numb, I’ll just treat it like a wild dog barking.

Humph.

Can’t afford to provoke.

Can afford to ignore.

Yes, yes!

The weather’s nice today.

Breakfast tasted good.

The flowers and willows are blooming outside.

The world is relatively peaceful.

Fate is endless.

...

Several minutes later.

The team leader didn’t even know where his mind had wandered off to when he was suddenly brought back to reality by the other side’s yelling, only hearing, "Are you mute?" "Hello, still there?" "Bastard, what exactly are you doing."

A jolt.

"I’m reflecting."

A survival instinct.

Made an excuse blurt out.

"..."

The other side.

Almost fainted with anger. Reflecting? You think I’m stupid? You obviously zoned out, yes, you zoned out. Damn it, I was lecturing, and you zoned out, do you still want to work here, angering me...

Complain to your boss.

Not long after.

The team leader hung up the phone.

"Che!"

A slight disdain flashed across his face.

Yes.

You are the President, but not to the extent of having absolute power; the six-member investigation team comes from various powerful departments, and I didn’t become team leader by doing nothing; at least I’m not afraid of being fired arbitrarily.

If you have the guts, go shout at the consortiums.

Without them.

Would today’s events have happened?

...

Sweden.

The relevant institutions started to take action.

After just half an hour.

"How is it?"

The President asked.

"We are screening; we have checked all the Cargo Ships that traveled from Europe to Asia these days; the description is too vague, and there are at least sixty that meet the conditions; checking each one would take at least three days."

The Security department head said.

"Sixty?"

"Yes."

"We need more precise information, such as the number of extreme weather occurrences, the duration, plus their side photos, and if we could have inquiry once more, it would greatly narrow the scope."

"Hard."

The Military representative said.

"That shouldn’t be hard."

"No."

"I’m talking about the three scientists not cooperating; they may deliberately feed false information, thus even the information obtained can’t guarantee truth, and conclusions drawn from incorrect information..."

"..."

Suddenly.

A silence fell.

This possibility.

From the inquiry results they presumed, the chance exceeded fifty percent; for instance, that string of mental activity at the beginning, was too illogical, completely unlike scientists but rather like a petty person grumbling.

Way too much mental drama.

Just like.

The scientists were scolding them in subtle ways.

No.

Not like.

They were actually scolding them.

"What should we do?" The President said in frustration.

"..."

No one answered.

Cold salad.

If this were Sweden, this would be a non-issue; they have plenty of ways to make the other party speak the truth, but the three scientists have returned to Myanmar, no matter how skillful, their hands can’t reach that far.

Myanmar.

Different from ordinary developing countries.

Wealthy.

Stubborn.

Though their fists aren’t hard, they are proud; the United States has tried to sell weapons so many times, but they just don’t buy. Numerous International Capitals want in, but they simply refuse to open up.

Various intelligence agencies have suffered setbacks on that land.

When they get tough.

They don’t care who it is; they’ll arrest them if they have to, and once arrested, the embassy must come in person to pick up the individuals, and pay a hefty ’bail’, with lifetime entry restrictions, not leaving any face.

As such.

With Myanmar.

There isn’t much they can do.

Sanctions?

Ha!

Sweden doesn’t have this capability; in the world, only the United States can sanction a country; other countries can at most refrain from trade, but Sweden and Myanmar’s trade is already minimal.

With or without.

A minor difference.

Frustrated till the hips ache.

They all feel like giving up.

After a long time.

Someone broke the silence.

"In this matter, we are already passive; Myanmar’s distrust is quite normal, they might have reached an agreement with those who sent them back, in any case, Myanmar has indirectly stated their position."

"The three scientists have conveyed an attitude."

"Uncooperative."

"This point."

"There is nothing left to discuss; they are uncooperative, and our investigation can’t proceed; all testimonies may be false, even directing us wrongly from the start."

"My suggestion."

"Don’t force it."

"If it works."

"Just a stroke of Luck."

"If it doesn’t."

"There’s nothing we can do; we certainly cannot keep banging our heads against this."

This statement.

Instantly resonated; doing less is always better than doing more; continuing the investigation, does it really benefit Sweden a lot? Seems not, most likely they’ll be running fruitlessly.

Restoring reputation?

No.

It’s useless.

Keeping investigating would only keep the media focused on this issue, appearing in public view again and again, not restoring reputation but losing it; better to handle it coldly and let it slowly fade from memory.

The only hassle is the consortium.

This time.

The consortiums lost big face, won’t easily let it go. The President hesitated for a few minutes, raised his head, "This matter, keep following up but don’t make a grand spectacle, just do what you can."

Think about it.

They still can’t directly call a halt.

Otherwise.

The consortiums want an investigation; how to step in? Currently, Sweden is the only country that can request inquiries from the Myanmar side, simply let the consortiums worry about this, he’s not dealing with it.

Damn.

Troublesome.

Out of sight, out of mind.

"Alright."

"Okay."

"Agree."

"..."

All departments gladly agreed.

I’m a salted fish.

I’m proud.

...

Within Embassies.

"Ha!"

Upon receiving the news, the team leader laughed. Sure enough, these guys didn’t disappoint him; one failure, they just put down the burden, so decisive and refreshing, truly a group of... good teammates.

To this.

He was not surprised.

Sweden.

Has long been stable; people aren’t keen on doing real work because there hasn’t been much to do; in the capitalist world, the real driving force is capital, not the government.

As the authorities.

Serving capital, managing the populace, that’s all.

Thus.

Once uncontrollable situations arise, overly complex matters, brain-destroying issues, things offering no real benefits, they forsake when possible, definitely not persist, of course, they’ll struggle a bit before giving up.

The purpose is to tell themselves---I tried my best.

Then.

Go enjoy a feast with peace of mind.

Like someone who has been idle for too long, faced with difficulties, makes a slight effort, sees no clear result, immediately thinks of escaping.

Tenacity?

A privileged life has long worn away most of it.