Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 216 04.0215: ‘Difficult coordination between the Administrative Affairs Department and the Navy Special Warfare Department’

“Okay, what about this one?! It’s finally done!

This is the third PR plan we have rewritten. God Emperor, our work efficiency has been so low that it is simply a disgrace to the reputation of the Holy Navy.

The first lieutenant next door has already caught the clues to the case, and we are still here arguing and can’t produce any results.”

Captain Sterling stood up with a look of collapse, holding a glass full of wine, untied his bow tie, and walked to the balcony, hoping that the sun and fresh air would make him feel better.

However, looking at the sunny Shangchao Metropolitan Area, he was exhausted and could only feel dizzy. He had to put down the goblet, hold the marble railing, and breathe heavily.

Every time he confidently presented a plan, Sir Humphrey would always point out many problems that made him speechless, and finally he had to send the draft back and redraft it from scratch.

This made the atmosphere in the office very anxious, awkward, and stiff.

Bernard next door quietly returned to his original position after handling the things Horatio gave him.

His bright and humble eyes swept back and forth between Captain Stirling and his superior Sir Humphrey, and he could feel and ponder this strange atmosphere carefully.

He secretly glanced at Home Secretary Hank again.

The minister was pinching the handle of the porcelain cup with his index finger and thumb. On the surface, he was drinking tea, but in fact, he was using his eyes to hint that he should find a way to ease this rigid atmosphere.

If this continues, I'm afraid that someone in this office will either fall to the ground due to a blood attack, or someone will fall to the ground after being shot several times.

"That's not quite accurate, Mr. Lieutenant." Bernard, holding the manuscript, said cautiously.

"Accurate!? Mr. Bernard, I can count, this is the third draft."

"Let's say, in fact, it was drafted once, then revised once. And then redrafted again, so this is actually the second..."

"Please don't get stuck in a rut, Mr. Bernard.

What we need now is to find a way to come up with a plan that can be presented." The lieutenant, who was amused by the laughter, sat back in his seat, rubbed his temples, and took a deep breath.

"We are happy to draft it for the third time." Sir Humphrey said with his usual smile.

"Then what? There is a fourth time? A fifth time? Oh, there must be a sixth time, God Emperor. I want to see what constructive suggestions your department can come up with, instead of picking on me here.

I just want to say what I want to say. If it's up to me, I should say it as I say it, and then promise the people that I will find out the truth and make everything clear to the world. That's it!" The lieutenant said in agony.

"To be precise, we want it to say what we want to say." Sir Humphrey corrected him in a strict manner.

"Uh... Of course, Mr. Lieutenant, our department certainly doesn't want you to say what you don't want to say." Seeing that the two were about to start again, Bernard quickly made a joke in the middle to ease the atmosphere.

"Enough! Stop beating around the bush. I'll just do it according to this."

The Lieutenant's plan actually made the three people in the Home Office scalp numb.

Between the lines, from beginning to end, from inside to outside, it reveals the integrity and competence of the soldiers, as well as the self-righteousness of some idealistic bureaucrats. Of course, this is the habitual euphemism of the Home Office.

From another perspective, the Lieutenant's plan is full of rash and imprudent speech content, which cannot withstand excessive interpretation and is extremely easy to be criticized.

The preset position and promise will only raise the expectations of public opinion, leaving too little room for investigation and image repair.

Certain arbitrary remarks will cause resentment and resistance from multiple departments, which is completely contrary to the public relations purpose of winning over allies...

The captain is very sincere about his plan, but obviously, the people, especially the unruly people in it, and the bureaucrats of other brother departments will not buy it.

"Dear Lord Captain, if you insist that I speak clearly, I can only say that in view of the current situation, looking at the overall situation, looking at the past and present, considering the average administrative level of our units and departments, after summarizing and analyzing, perhaps we can think that the above-mentioned, in general, you may find that, although it may not be pleasant to hear, in any case, the actual implementation of this public relations plan may have a subtle prospect, and the final effect will only bring greater trouble to your department."

The Jazz said his iconic, extremely long, but very euphemistic long sentence like a tongue twister.

And in the end, it stopped abruptly at the right time, perfectly achieving the effect of "I reminded you, but in order not to attract fire, and to only perform the co-organizer function, the rest is up to you to figure out."

"But if the navy gets hurt this time, we will be in big trouble too." The second public relations plan was worked out by the minister and the lieutenant, and it was he who injected the part full of "idealistic" bureaucratic flavor into it.

This plan was already very good in the eyes of outsiders, but in the eyes of Sir Humphrey, who was slick and proficient in documents, the product finally presented by the two of them was only a little better than the first final revised draft, but there were still too many loopholes. This white sampan could not cope with the public opinion field full of turbid waves and bad winds.

In fact, Sir Humphrey was not deliberately making things difficult in this matter. He also wanted to resolve the matter as soon as possible so that he could give an explanation to his superiors.

But when it comes to public relations, there is no need to rush. The more hasty you are, the more likely you are to make mistakes, which will cause the situation to run at full speed in an irreversible downwind direction.

And he serves as permanent undersecretary, the highest-ranking secretary.

No matter in terms of authority, responsibility, or the risk of responsibility, he can only do his best to fulfill his duties as a secretary.

That is, advice and reminder.

During his long career in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, he had seen too many of his colleagues do the decision-making work of a chief officer because they were secretaries. As a result, something went wrong and they were unable to close the stall, and in the end they sacrificed their lives to atone for their sins.

Secondly.

His and the administrative affairs department's tasks are only to co-organize, and the priority relationship must be clearly distinguished.

That is, the main one is the Imperial Navy Department under the Imperial Fleet, and the second is the Department of Administrative Affairs.

According to this dark officialdom where one careless step could cause all members to lose their heads in a physical sense, every step must be cautious and cannot be overstepped.

Otherwise, when something goes wrong, others will find out: How did your co-organizer do the work of the organizer?

The Administrative Affairs Department is really in trouble and has no choice but to wait for the blow to the head.

Therefore, it is out of the protection of our own department, as well as our own career and life safety.

Sir Humphrey carefully and tactfully pointed out those aspects of the plan that would only have negative consequences, but he was silent on how to solve them.

Maybe he didn't think about how to solve it.

Perhaps as a deputy minister rather than a chief officer, he could not bear the burden and bitter consequences of 'decision-making'.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

"Good afternoon, sir, and the leaders of the Interior Department, I am the first adjutant of the Special Warfare Division, Horatio Cochrane, acting lieutenant general."

Horatio opened the door energetically and walked in. He neatly saluted everyone in the office, and his every move reflected the youthful vigor.

This is in sharp contrast to the captain who is tortured to the point of depression by public relations paperwork.

He held a newspaper folded into four parts under his arm.

"Today's operation has made some progress. First of all, I think you all may need to take a look at this."

He passed out the newspapers.

The first person to get the newspaper was Secretary Hank. He crossed his legs and was as curious as a child getting a new toy.

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Horatio. I heard that you have made a breakthrough there. Congratulations."

"Thank you for your congratulations, Your Excellency." Horatio returned the greeting politely.

But he knew that the minister would stop laughing soon, so he kept silent and did not spoil the minister's interest in advance.

When Minister Hank took a sip of tea, he looked at the contents of the newspaper and looked at the words above.

puff!

He sprayed a mouthful of tea on the inferior newspaper. The pungent smell of inferior ink slowly faded away under the influence of warm water, and the air began to be filled with a pungent smell.

The minister's hand holding the teacup was trembling as if he had Parkinson's disease, and he put the teacup back on the saucer with a stumbling bump.

Seeing the minister's reaction, Sir Humphrey realized something was wrong. He stepped forward and greeted him with a smile.

That smiling face was an official mask he had spent decades building to keep calm and hide his emotions. Of course, if Horatio said it, Sir Humphrey made him look like a fox.

He kept a business smile and respectfully asked for a portion from Horatio.

The moment this civil servant with long experience in officialdom encountered the newspaper, he read and recognized the words he saw with the amazing speed typical of senior civil servants.

Then his eyes widened in an instant, and the business-like smile on his face was instantly disintegrated.

He could only decipher two words from between the lines of the newspaper: 'It's over! ’

"Thank you, sir." Bernard took the newspaper from Horatio respectfully, but he froze in place when he saw the first line of big words on it.

The last newspaper was handed to the captain.

Wow!

The captain was so angry that he dropped the goblet on the ground. With a bang, crystal shards mixed with red wine hit the wooden board and splashed everywhere.

"What the hell is this?! How dare they!! How dare they write this kind of thing! The rumors are being blamed on our Imperial Navy, right?"

His blood surged, his face quickly turned red and his eyes widened with anger, and veins popped out in his hands, as if he wanted to tear the newspaper in front of him into pieces like a void pirate.

The person who fell to the ground with blood and blood is about to appear!

Minister Hank, who took out his handkerchief and wiped his shirt, looked at the captain and thought.

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