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While speaking, Ernst cautiously observed Zhou Qingfeng's reaction, worried that his idea might be too far-fetched.

But before he could finish, Zhou Qingfeng suddenly interrupted by slapping the table. "Great! This idea is excellent! I approve your proposal!

However, your proposal is currently too vague, lacking detailed specifics and operational processes.

This requires some assistance from clerical staff to refine it, and support from the financial department to address the funding issues."

Hearing Mr. Harden's quick approval of his 'proposal', Ernst was not happy but rather confused and said, "Sir, I haven't fully explained my idea yet."

Zhou Qingfeng chuckled inwardly: "Although I'm a mediocre vice-chairman of the 'Ministry of Health' and clueless about management, Ernst, you truly are a 'door guard'.

Having ideas without a decent written plan and daring to report to me—what are you reporting?!

However, lacking capability isn't a problem; loyalty is the most important at critical moments."

Zhou Qingfeng stood up, walked to Ernst, and kindly patted his shoulder, "Ernst, I completely understand your thinking.

You're simply feeling that the lockdown measures implemented by the National Guard aren't professional and are inefficient.

Aside from making the lives of those locked down quite troubled, it's had almost no positive impact.

So, you think it's better for our 'Ministry of Health' to take the lead and organize the residents in the community to participate in pandemic prevention efforts, right?" Thе lаtеst сhаptеrs аrе uplоаdеd first оn М|V|LЕ3МРYR.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Ernst nodded excitedly, as if he had found a confidant, his voice rising several decibels,

"Mr. Harden, you truly understand me! I… that's exactly what I mean! You simply have insight into people's hearts!"

Zhou Qingfeng led Ernst out of the office, found his temporarily appointed director of the 'Ministry of Health' office,

and gathered seven or eight seemingly competent clerical staff to discuss Ernst's 'idea'.

Half an hour later, the office director began contacting the people at the 'White House' to discuss how to improve current lockdown measures in Washington D.C.

Their goal was to change the model dominated entirely by the National Guard to a joint management model led by the 'Ministry of Health', or at least with deep involvement.

As for personnel issues, these would be addressed through recruiting 'medical volunteers'.

Regarding the specific implementation details and execution work, Zhou Qingfeng planned to assign them to Ernst, the 'idea-rich but method-poor' head of security.

"Mr. Harden, should... should those medical volunteers be equipped with firearms?" Ernst suddenly thought of a very important question and blurted it out.

Zhou Qingfeng was stunned and asked back, "Guns? Is there a need for guns? Do our 'Ministry of Health' recruited volunteers need armed forces?"

Ernst also questioned, "Don't they need them?!"

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By the time the White House's chief medical adviser, Fauci, arrived at the 'Ministry of Health', Zhou Qingfeng had already approved over ten 'emergency' proposals in just a few hours.

All these proposals focused on two things—spending money and recruiting people!

Fauci settled at the executive deputy minister's office desk and spent a few hours arranging his confidants, understanding the current situation of the 'Ministry of Health', and planning to show Zhou Qingfeng some serious consequences.

Then he saw the detailed proposals submitted by various departments, and just looking at those funding numbers made his fingers tremble and his head spin.

"Oliver Harden, you bastard, are you trying to push me into the fire pit?!"