Hammer 40k: Far East Storm

Jacob is a smart man. He only took a cup of tea to clear up his mood, and then found Li who was in a state of confusion.

Li was completely overwhelmed by the massive amount of documents and forms from various departments of the empire that suddenly appeared in front of him. The newly formed war group only had a name. Li could imagine how many years later this war group would become stronger. It looks like, but now, all of this starts with forms and applications. And now, piles of paper documents carrying the future of a war group were stuffed into Li's room, and Roland went out early to wander around.

As Roland said before going out: "I really want to join the Star Wars, but I want to join because I want to protect mankind and fight against evil and cruel enemies, rather than fighting against endless documents and papers. "

In fact, Li was the same. He was helpless when faced with the documents that filled his house. Neither the experience he learned on Earth in his previous life nor the memories of his former combat mentor could help him.

How to deal with the complicated imperial bureaucracy is a profound and difficult knowledge. Nowadays, just opening a store selling small commodities in a corner of the earth requires traveling to seventeen departments of the empire, and requires contacting the local health, taxation, management, local police station, commerce department, church, and many more. Departments to deal with, let alone building a Star Wars Corps.

In this situation, Jacob appeared in front of Li, like an angel falling from the sky.

"Oh my, there is a whole room full of documents. Whenever I see such a scene, it is always shocking." Jacob glanced at Li with a smile and asked leisurely: "Mr. Li, Is there anything I can do to help you?" Li Meng nodded. In Li's ears, these words were undoubtedly the gospel sung by angels.

"Sir Li's expression is really rare, hahaha," Jacob smiled and walked into the door. He picked up a few documents and looked at them, then threw them aside. He just flipped through them casually. Looking at the documents around him, he said casually: "Even if you are facing three Space Marine veterans with an ordinary human body, you look confident. I didn't expect that I would see you crying now."

"I would rather face the tyranny of the evil god head-on than deal with piles of documents," Li sighed: "I don't think I can handle these documents in a lifetime."

"A lifetime? You are a Brother Astartes with eternal life."

Li Chen nodded painfully, "This is the most terrifying place."

So Jacob laughed again. He could understand Lee's thoughts, which were also the thoughts of most Space Marines. For the Astartes monks, their value was always only on the battlefield. They are the perfect guardians of mankind and the killing angels on the battlefield.

"The truth is far less terrible than you think. Only about one-tenth of the documents here are useful, and only one percent require you to go through them personally." As he said this, Jacob bent down and started Arranging the documents in the room bit by bit, he said while working: "This is actually a routine practice of bureaucrats. They are happy to use this method for those who are not familiar with them and do not show enough respect to them. Ways to make you feel…well, somewhat difficult.”

"And they did."

"Do you hate these bureaucrats?"

"Of course, I hate them," Li said frankly: "These guys only hold a small amount of power in their hands, but they lack the consciousness of those in power. They do not cherish the power in their hands at all and abuse the power they have. And They never create any wealth or value, but they always look superior.”

Jacob stopped what he was doing and asked with some confusion: "Never create any wealth or value?"

Yes, the bureaucrats in various departments do not know how to mine, how to smelt iron, how to grow food, how to weave clothes, let alone risk their lives to fight against enemies in the universe. The tools people use, the food they eat, the drinks they drink, the clothes they wear, everything has nothing to do with bureaucrats. Officials never create value, they are only responsible for redistributing value. They should serve the people, not stand over them.

Those officials who do not create should be the servants of the people, they should not be the masters. But Li knew that if this kind of idealistic argument were evaluated in harsh terms, it would be "childish". In the history of another world, countless idealists shouted slogans of one kind or another and created various regimes, but the result was always the same, always the ruling class and the ruled class.

Human beings are born unequal. Wherever there are humans, there are hierarchies. Even heaven is no exception. There are clear hierarchies in heaven. The highest one is God, then the archangels, and then the various angels.

But these ideas cannot be expressed, because neither the empire nor the state religion welcomes new and unique ideas, and if you follow such ideas, you will get some very inappropriate ideas, so such thinking is poisonous. Such words are dangerous. Moreover, the managers of the empire do not want the people below them to waste their energy on useless thinking. They only need to work like gears.

"Officials don't create value, they just redistribute it." Li waved his hand and said, "Well, this is just an interesting way of saying it. Don't take it too seriously. I just hate these bureaucrats. Their style , their faces, their rigid and complicated procedures, all of which I don’t like.”

Jacob turned around, looked directly at Li and asked: "Master Li, why are you saying these to me. These words should not be said outside."

"At home now."

"But we have only known each other for a short time, so you are not afraid that I will tell you?"

"Is it okay to say it out loud? I'm just complaining," Li shrugged. He didn't think he said anything special. "So what if I say it out loud?"

"This will give you a lot of enemies invisibly. Although these enemies don't have much power, they can use their little authority to create a lot of trouble for you, just like what you encountered today." Jacob paused and continued: "And you are not Manus. Lord Manus, like you, Lord Li, is outspoken and unobstructed, and never hides his thoughts. This habit gives him great influence in the government. He brought many enemies among them, but Lord Manus is the leader of the Ultramarines, but you are not."

The words were actually made very clear, and Li understood that the Ultramarines were the most powerful group among all the star war groups in the empire. There were more than ten sub-groups swimming in the star sea under the main group, and due to Due to the Ultramarines' efforts to help other Chapters rebuild after the Heresy, almost half of all Star Chapters in the Empire today maintain a subtle relationship with the Ultramarines. Manus doesn't have to worry about what he said and offended those people, because he is the leader of the Ultramarines, and Lee's Templars are now just an illusion on a pile of paper.

"Besides, you shouldn't talk like this even in the house." Jacob patiently comforted: "You should know the power of the Tribunal. They claim to be omniscient and omniscient. They may not be able to do this in some places, but this is Earth, the most heavily guarded place in the entire universe, and the eyes and ears of the Inquisition are everywhere."

Li was a little flustered by such remarks. He looked around and then sighed. Jacob was right. The Tribunal's control over the people is endless. They use public opinion, media, and administrative regulations to Even horrific violence, using everything they have to control the people's thoughts. If they could, they would be happy to install a crystal in everyone's brain, so that even the people's thoughts can be accurately controlled. .

"It was indeed my fault after seeing it. I didn't expect so much."

"It's nothing, you're just not used to it. I think you'll get used to it after a while."

"I will be careful about my words and deeds." Li promised, "However, although it is rude to say this, I still have to ask, Mr. Jacob, our first meeting was yesterday, and you took the initiative to help me today, I'm grateful, but you must have something else to do when you came to me, right?"