143 The Director and the Special Crackdown Campaign

So what if it is "absolutely impossible"?
Do you know what it means to be the pinnacle of the world?
Having one or two contingency companies kicked out of the game does not affect the performance of Japan's world-leading specialized industries in the slightest!
For instance, a certain bathroom design firm established only five days ago was able to submit dozens of distinct bathroom design blueprints in one breath.
These illustrated proposals showcased dozens of bathroom styles—some majestic, some exquisite, some cozy, and some cold.
What they all had in common was that each bathroom featured bizarrely shaped bathing tubs, round stools of peculiar height, strange mats on the floor, and so on.
To ensure that their sole client, Mr. Wu Qingchen, would not be at a loss regarding how to use these bathing utensils, the company thoughtfully included anywhere from a few to over a dozen globally renowned bathing masters with each proposal.
Accompanied by hundreds of terabytes of video footage detailing the intricacies, this guaranteed that Wu Qingchen could experience body-cleansing sensations of different methods, styles, and postures 365 days a year.
Beyond bathrooms, Japan's formidable strength was also manifested in the realm of interior decoration.
Several other newly and urgently established decoration firms designed a massive wave of wildly imaginative bedroom, kitchen, restroom, study, balcony, garden, and basement interior schemes, developing astonishing new functions for the rooms and furniture familiar to ordinary people, while also bundling a large number of multi-functional nannies, maids, hourly workers, and cleaners.
That covered domestic spaces.
In terms of daily life, Japan also possessed unique advantages.
Dozens of firms joined forces, investing astronomical sums to acquire a prime plot of land with plans to develop a large-scale Wu Qingchen complex integrating office, commercial, leisure, cultural, and entertainment functions.
This guaranteed that Wu Qingchen could experience a unique, refreshing new trend of office work, hotel stays, shopping, web browsing, and entertainment anytime and anywhere.
For example:
An office, along with an office lady.
A hotel room, along with a hotel manager.
A store cashier counter, along with a female customer.
A restaurant private dining room, along with a waitstaff.
An internet cafe booth, along with a young woman borrowing money to go online.
A convenience store monitoring room, along with a starving female thief.
And so on.
Considering the preciousness of Wu Qingchen's time, the commercial street of this Wu Qingchen complex even featured a specially modified bus. The only flaw—whether due to rushing the proposal or other reasons—was that this bus remained in a state of crowded congestion twenty-four hours a day.
Japan's shortcomings in hardware infrastructure were also reflected in the complex's elevator designs, which carried the constant risk of getting stuck between floors, suffering power outages, or encountering other malfunctions. Of course, there was no need to worry about Wu Qingchen's safety, as these elevators were each staffed by several elevator girls on standby twenty-four hours a day.
"Can Wu Qingchen endure this kind of treatment?"
Upon reaching this point in the complex's proposal, the expression of a bespectacled team member near the corner gradually shifted from initial envy to slight apprehension.
"Indeed!" murmured a neighboring team member, sharing the sentiment.
Obviously, if the team members could spot these issues at a glance, how could Japan's industry giants, specializing in this very field, have failed to consider them?
Next, in the final section of the proposal, the team members in the conference room were introduced to a long line of massage masters, maintenance masters, Master Kato鹰, and other scientific masters of "great life harmony," ensuring that Wu Qingchen's harmony, physical training, and wellness maintenance would proceed without interference.
"Now this is impressive."
The bespectacled team member was deeply impressed.
"Professionals are truly professional; Japan's foundation should not be underestimated."

The joint proposals from dozens of firms finally concluded their presentations.
"Alright, comrades."
The assistant director tapped the table. "You've all seen the situation. What should we do with these companies—and, ahem, these complimentary gifts?"
A direct refusal was clearly the worst possible strategy.
Just as with the previous rationale, the Material Division had to hold their noses and hand over the gifts—such as the gold, diamonds, scepters, and printing presses openly sent as bribes by various countries—to prevent Wu Qingchen from feeling resentful if he found out later.
Wu Qingchen was at an age of knowing desire and yearning for women; if these complimentary items were simply embezzled now, there was no telling how much trouble it might spawn in the future.
Yet, letting these gifts pass also had glaring drawbacks.
"This is tricky."
Near the corner, the bespectacled team member spoke softly: "Once these gifts reach Wu Qingchen's side, security alone will require a tenfold increase in workload."
"The workload issue can be resolved by dispatching extra personnel," another team member remarked. "What worries me is if a few foreign guests slip in among them, and Wu Qingchen threatens to emigrate—that would be fun."
"It won't come to that," a female team member shook her head. "Every country should know where the bottom line lies. Staging such impossible stunts for mutual displeasure serves no purpose."
"What about setting up a language barrier?" The bespectacled team member's eyes suddenly lit up. "Like those auxiliary training drug addicts in Southeast Asia."
"Not a good idea," the neighboring team member disagreed. "Drug addicts are merely props; Wu Qingchen couldn't possibly develop emotional attachments to them. These gifts are different. Setting aside the difficulty of checking whether they speak Chinese, even if they truly don't, Wu Qingchen knows English! Send in a blonde-haired, blue-eyed doll who hugs Wu Qingchen, cries, and uses her fingers to simulate a globe spinning—after a few sessions of *tidying and turning*, won't Wu Qingchen figure it out? What if Wu Qingchen's heart softens and he decides to adjust his sleeping schedule?"
"Then we issue a rule forbidding any communication with Wu Qingchen," the bespectacled team member pressed further.
"You're underestimating their professional competence," the other team member countered. "They don't need a single word; relying solely on professional technique, they can easily alter Wu Qingchen's routine."
"That is true," the bespectacled team member nodded slowly.
"Let's vet them," a team member formally proposed at last.
"Detailed medical examinations, psychological state evaluations, social background investigations—just these points alone should screen out quite a few."
"Agreed," another team member concurred, adding, "Quarantine can also buy us some time."
"Buying time is certainly wonderful, but more importantly," another team member pointed out, "we must also take measures to reduce and offset the influence of these gifts."
What kind of measures?
The team member did not specify directly.
Yet everyone in the conference room knew full well what the most effective measures were.
"I have a suggestion," volunteered one team member. "For the films and television series scheduled for production soon, let the investors step forward and invite Mr. Wu Qingchen to serve as executive producer across the board."
"Is anyone still making movies nowadays?" asked a startled team member.
"Should be?" someone nearby replied. "Didn't a lot of people discuss whether to permit themes related to celestial phenomena recently?"
"Whether anyone is making movies is irrelevant," the proposer shook his head. "As long as it yields results, organizing dozens of film crews is hardly difficult."
"Since we're organizing film crews directly," another team member suggested, "why not simply invite Wu Qingchen to serve as the casting director?"
"Aside from those," the bespectacled team member in the corner contributed another idea, "we could hold a few rounds of auditions and send all the photographs to Mr. Wu Qingchen."
"The casting pool should prioritize the types represented by the complimentary gifts," noted another team member. "For every approved gift, we must have two or even three personnel of the same type."
"Here is a problem: what about these specialized gift categories?" Another team member pointed at the Japanese company's proposal still displayed on the screen.
"That is indeed a problem." Many team members fell into deep thought.
"How about," suggested a team member, "we launch a specialized crackdown? Gather personnel from this sector."
"Splendid!" someone immediately agreed. "Starting from clubs, bathhouses, and similar venues—the professional standards in those places are relatively high."
"Tsk, that introduces another headache," another team member objected. "Those places usually keep a low profile. Now, with a sudden demand, addresses, quantities, and intelligence reports will all be problematic."
"No need to worry about that," said the assistant director, who had been deep in thought on the left side of the presiding seat. "I have faith in the comrades' political wisdom."
"Note this," the director spoke after a long pause. "When writing your reports, for this casting scope and the specialized crackdown operations, do not restrict yourselves to gender. After all—"
Operating the console, the director pointed at the images of a robust German man and a Japanese crossdresser on the big screen: "What the higher-ups are really thinking, and how these supplementary gifts will ultimately be handled—our opinions may not necessarily be the final decision."
"You don't say?" "Which department would ever pass that?" "Who knows?"
The team members exchanged glances once more, several of them shaking their heads heavily at the same time.
Regardless, an initial preliminary solution for the gifts had finally been reached.
With this hurdle cleared, the speed of reviewing the payroll accelerated significantly.
Foreign nations had clearly pinpointed China's soft underbelly, dispatching various targeted companies by exploiting the underdevelopment of China's luxury market and indulgent entertainment industries.
Wu Qingchen's payroll turned to the next page.
Delivering fine cuisine naturally came with a female chef as standard, while some companies directly gifted five-star hotels.
Gifting sports cars also came bundled with a female co-driver. However, everyone on Earth knew that something as dangerous as a sports car could not simply be handed to Wu Qingchen to drive at will.
Consequently, that particular company promptly acquired a vast expanse of land, planning to completely level the terrain and construct a super racetrack one kilometer wide and fifty kilometers long.
Other companies offered yachts, offering to shoulder astronomical contracting fees to clear out an entire tourist region and create a private lake exclusively for Wu Qingchen's use, provided China gave its consent.
Further companies gifted artworks—oil paintings, pianos, sculptures, and so on—complete with a large-scale museum.
Some even gifted animals: beautiful cats, dogs, wolves, peacocks, sharks, whales, and dugongs.
"Now I understand why the Establishment Office needed time."
Having reviewed item after item, the bespectacled team member rubbed his eyes. "This isn't a Wu Qingchen Payroll Division at all; it's a conglomerate combining an imperial harem, a property management firm, a luxury car 4S dealership, a yacht club, a museum, a zoo, and an aquarium."
While the members of the Wu Qingchen Special Office exerted every ounce of their strength to finally flip through about a tenth of Wu Qingchen's payroll—
Half an hour of reading.
Half an hour of browsing internet forums.
An hour of gaming.
Wu Qingchen had already concluded the two-hour rest period following his latest return.
And was about to undergo yet another training session.