Chairman Hex

Chapter 133 Chairman Hex

The slogans were loudly proclaimed, but even the most rudimentary temporary government cannot be put into practice simply by relying on slogans.

Hextech knew that a streak of light had pierced the night sky, achieving a remarkable feat. However, due to the lack of a unified vanguard and a definite action plan, it ultimately succumbed to encirclement and suppression, lasting only seventy-one days before its collapse.

Therefore, Hextech needs to learn from its experience. If Newcastle wants to continue, it cannot start from scratch; it can only operate under the guise of the church.

But Hextech isn't a philosophy student. He's considered highly educated among esports players, but to be honest, he's only ever played Hearts of Iron as a strategy game and has never actually studied systems theory.

But everyone starts from nothing and grows slowly.

Hextech already possesses the body of a demigod; now it needs to arm its mind with its intellect.

And there is no place more suitable for Hexagonal enlightenment than Oxford University.

The main point is that there really is a God in this world, but Hextech isn't sure if the terrifying heaven he saw was real, or if God had completely gone mad.

What a mess!

Hex sighed, but as he gazed at the vibrant atmosphere covering the mountains and the lively, passionate faces, all his emotions coalesced into a single sentence.

"Glory belongs to the people!"

Now that things have come to this, how can we just pack up and leave?

"Hero! Hextech!!"

"Hero! Hextech!!"

Cheers swept across the city like a tidal wave; it was an unprecedented roar, the first time they had uttered a sound that shook the world.

"Fellow citizens!" Hex shouted.

"You call me a hero, but you are the heroes!"

"Because we accomplished something that no one before us had ever done!"

"You have broken your shackles and taken control of your own destiny!"

"I will not keep this glory to myself!"

"Glory belongs to you!"

"Long live!" A deafening cheer instantly swept across the entire venue, with the shouts of the crowd echoing through the heavens and the earth.

Hex raised his left hand and gestured to the crowd.

The others followed suit, raising their left hands in unison in response.

Hex lowered his left hand and said, "I know everyone has concerns."

"You are afraid of being held accountable by the London Church Association, and you are afraid that the remaining nobles will make a comeback."

"You are also wondering whether we can govern this city well on our own."

As he spoke, the cheers from the crowd gradually subsided.

Hundreds of thousands of eyes were fixed intently on the figure on the high platform.

The people at this moment no longer had the hesitation and uncertainty they had when they attacked the Tartle Manor.

Not long ago, the Tuttle family, high-ranking clergy, and crusaders were all unapproachable, almost godlike figures in their eyes. But after a bloody battle, they stormed into Tuttle Manor with rifles, hammers, and even ordinary benches.

They saw that even the high and mighty Tuttle family could feel fear, beg for mercy, and bleed.

Through the baptism of victory, the people gradually shed their cowardice and humility, especially under Hextech's leadership, everyone felt confident.

After all, Hextech symbolizes victory!

"First and foremost, we must be clear: we are the righteous!"

"We saved Newcastle from the Tuttle family, who have sided with hell!"

"We are not bringing chaos, not riots."

"What we bring is a more stable order."

"So you don't need to worry!"

"Newcastle is destined for a brighter future!"

"We will establish an organization to coordinate and handle all city affairs!"

"for example--

For example—

"For example—"

Hextech explained the entire framework as he spoke, thinking as he went. After all, he wasn't a professional; he was just an esports player, and his understanding of politics mostly came from John Khan the Younger and games like Steel IV, Victoria, and Civilization VI.

He's a complete novice.

Perhaps many of his decisions were made on a whim, and in the eyes of many superiors, they might be full of loopholes; they could find a hundred loopholes to gain power.

But among the crowd below, most people didn't understand what politics was, let alone the exchange of power and political principles. They just knew that it seemed simpler and they could understand it.

Tyrion, standing nearby, felt his eyelids twitch wildly as he listened.

This structure immediately reminded him of the ruling system of the Roman Catholic Church.

The Vatican elects diocesan bishops through a hierarchical process involving priests, who then run for cardinals. The Cardinals' Conference then elects the Pope, and each bishop is responsible for a core department.

However, Hextech's system delegated power to ordinary people.

Tyrion had spent many years in London. Although his fighting skills were lacking and his abilities did not live up to his title of bishop, he was still very familiar with the system.

If the church can function for a thousand years, then this simpler, flatter system must also be fine from an institutional perspective.

If there are no problems, then wouldn't Tyrion, as the diocesan bishop, be tied to this ship?

Isn't it all over?

"Finally," Hex said.

"The chairman of the general committee shall be elected by a vote of all committee members."

"Coordinate all special meetings and take overall control of the city's overall situation."

After saying that, he reached out and shoved Tyrion, who was standing next to him, in front of everyone.

"Bishop Tyrion will submit the application to the London Church Federation on our behalf."

"Strive for official recognition and establish the legitimacy of the provisional government."

"He will remain as Bishop of Newcastle."

"He fought alongside us throughout the entire suppression of the Tuttle rebellion."

"He's a hero too!"

The crowd erupted in cheers, chanting Tyrion's name.

"Saint Tyrion!"

"Saint Tyrion!"

In everyone's eyes, Tyrion had served for a month and had not committed any acts of oppression against the people.

Originally just a puppet bishop with a weak presence, he dared to join forces with Hextech to fight against the deeply entrenched Tuttle family and even publicly tried Rothschild.

Even though the situation changed several times, the public tacitly accepted that it was a matter of forbearance.

In an instant, the entire city respected this bishop from the bottom of their hearts.

Tyrion, however, felt a chill run down his spine and was filled with panic.

Can the word "saint" be used carelessly?

Is he worthy?

He had intended to back down, but Hex held him back tightly, not giving him a chance to escape. He was now in a precarious position, and the situation forced him to continue taking charge.

He turned to Hextech, his eyes pleading, "Spare me."

He regrets it so much now; Newcastle is truly his doom!

Hex ignored his pleas for help and raised his arm high.

"For Newcastle!"

Hundreds of thousands of people raised their hands again and chanted in unison, "For Newcastle!"

Another perfectly synchronized left-hand salute. Hex felt a sense of helplessness and could only quickly arrange the follow-up work.

"Finish the selection as soon as possible." Hex turned to look at the bearded young man, Dzhugashvili, standing to the side.

"It's entirely up to you."

Dzhugashvili, who was always calm and resolute, as tough as cold iron, nodded silently.

"I will make sure everything runs smoothly."

"Bishop Tyrion, we'll need your guidance going forward," Hex said with a smile, putting his arm around Tyrion's shoulder. "After all, you are the Bishop of Newcastle."

"You are the highest-ranking official in Newcastle; the city cannot do without you."

"You should know what to do."

"Can I...can I leave?" Tyrion cried, tears welling up in his eyes.

"No, we cleansed the Tuttle family under your guidance."

"Thanks to your efforts, we have defeated the fallen demon Muller-Tattle."

"Are you trying to explain to London that everything in Newcastle has nothing to do with you?"

Do you think the higher-ups in London will believe you?

Tyrion had no choice but to nod and admit it with tears in his eyes.

"very good!"

"For Newcastle!!" Hex shouted.

Tyrion could only shout, "For Newcastle!"

Instantly, a deafening roar erupted.

As it turns out, the absence of upper-level personnel does not paralyze a city. Old faces leave, new faces take their place, and the city continues to function; the sun rises as usual.

After a brief period of chaos, with Hex's overall planning and Tyrion's political assistance, Newcastle's urban system quickly returned to normal operation.

A group of ordinary people quickly took over core positions in various industries, supporting the operation and governance of the entire city.

Klein quickly took over the city’s newspapers and media, relying on the broadcasting system to repeatedly explain the new rules and guide the public back to normal community life.

Having lost her entire family and now having no ties to the city, Celeste used her prestige in the city garrison to reorganize the old army and quickly pacify it. At the same time, she also took the opportunity to eliminate the gangsters who were causing trouble.

Workers' representative Byrne took the lead in resuming work, organizing workers throughout the city to return to their posts and quickly restoring the city's water, electricity, and steam energy.

Normal supply.

The agricultural committee was headed by Cunningham, a kind-hearted old farmer who had been engaged in farming for thirty years.

He quickly united farmers throughout the city and coordinated the allocation of resources.

The crowd searched the underground warehouses of nobles and wealthy merchants and found a large amount of stockpiled grain, which was released to the market at a fair price. Grain prices quickly fell back, and the situation was completely stabilized.

Rust gathers a group of righteous former police officers to rebuild a brand-new policing system, cracks down on loafers who take advantage of the chaos, and quickly cleans up the city's atmosphere.

Although there were occasional mishaps, the inexperienced newcomers quickly resolved them under Hextech's close supervision.

In just two days, Newcastle was completely free of the chaos of war and restored to a well-ordered urban environment.

Hextech took advantage of the situation to break down the old class divisions and re-plan the entire city.

The original hierarchical division into five zones has been abandoned, and replaced with five functional zones: industrial zone, agricultural zone, educational zone, residential zone, and commercial zone.

Regardless of social status, residents enjoy uniform living standards and balanced development across regions.

Although the new system still needs a long time to adjust before it can operate smoothly, the first city-wide construction has been successfully completed in just two days of emergency preparation.

Unsurprisingly, Hex became Newcastle's top executive.

In just three days, he stood atop Newcastle.

Inside the office, Ada placed a document on the desk.

"Chairman, the West City pipeline dredging project urgently needs a large number of skilled workers."

"Worker resources are all under the coordination of Director Byrne of the Industrial Committee."

"He is currently revising worker salaries and finalizing a maximum working hour system of ten hours per day, and he cannot spare any manpower at the moment."

Hex looked at the mountain of official documents and rubbed his forehead.

"I'll coordinate and have Byrne prioritize manpower to complete the pipe clearing as soon as possible."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the Chairman of the Industrial Committee, Byrne, hurriedly pushed open the door and entered.

"Chairman, we need additional land to build our factory!"

"The Tuttle family deliberately suppressed local industry and inflated the prices of industrial products, making them exclusively available to the upper class and the wealthy, while the common people had no access to genuine industrial materials."

"I request that the idle land currently hoarded by merchants in District 2 be allocated to the Industrial Committee for factory construction!"

He had barely finished speaking when Agriculture Committee Chairman Cunningham burst in, immediately objecting, "No way!"

"That land has fertile soil, is flat and open, and was reserved for wheat planting."

"Giving the land to factories will affect the city's food supply!"

The two held their own opinions and were about to start arguing.

Hextech tapped the table, stopping the argument between the two.

He then opened two regional survey reports.

"We are a coalition government, and our primary principle is unity and cooperation."

"You can't just look after the interests of your own committee."

He pointed to the report and patiently explained, "This land is near the main river channel upstream of the city."

"If it's designated as a factory, industrial wastewater will flow downstream."

"It pollutes the drinking water source for the entire downstream residential area."

"But if it is all used for farming, the long-term use of chemical fertilizers will also cause water and soil pollution, affecting the water supply for all residents of the city."

The two were taken aback upon hearing this, then suddenly realized what was going on.

Cunningham looked regretful: "No wonder newborns on farmland where chemical fertilizers have been used so often have birth defects; it turns out it's due to soil and water pollution!"

"That despicable farmer lied to us, saying it was those poor parents who didn't work hard enough, causing their children to be cursed by demons!"

"They were forced to drown that poor child with their own hands!"

"What a bunch of bastards!"

Bourne realized as well: "So it was pollution?"

"So that explains why fertilizer factory workers can't have children!"

Bourne and Cunningham exchanged a glance and almost simultaneously cursed, "Those bastards!"

Hextech's crude approach to reconciling conflicts is seen as naive and laughable by seasoned politicians. Without any exchange of interests or confrontation, how can one so naively disrupt all the rules and directly resolve the interests of two departments in this way? This will inevitably lead to very serious consequences.

But at this moment, most of the system's members are political novices and don't understand any political rules.

They are full of enthusiasm for working for the system, and there has been no budging of departmental self-interest or factional conflicts. They speak frankly and simply.

After listening to Hex's analysis, the two immediately put aside their argument.

"This area will be uniformly planned as a large residential area." Hex finalized the plan directly.

"The factories are planned to be located in the downstream tributary area of ​​the city to avoid water pollution."

"The agricultural area was relocated to the suburbs, and remote tributaries were selected as irrigation water sources."

"Taking into account both production and ecology."

After finalizing the plan and obtaining approval, Byrne and Cunningham were convinced and hurriedly left to implement the work.

Hex took a sip of tea: "Indeed, a nascent regime is like the rising sun."

"They're really efficient at doing things."