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Enforcer Manual

In the dystopian world of 2166, District Seventeen, my current abode, earned the dubious honor of being labeled the Federation's most decrepit sector. The specter of unemployment looms large... The count of missing individuals steadily climbs... A relentless tide of fugitives... As many people say, Enforcer is the most dangerous career on this planet. And I, unfortunately, have become one. (Cyberpunk + Post-apocalyptic, four completed novels over millions of words. Feel free to read in any way you wish.)

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Chapter 308: Art Originates from Life_1

"Director, I, I don't think this is right,"

Song Lan found himself taking on more and more roles: head of both the Psychological Counseling and Publicity departments, Human Resources manager, and now, to top it off, an agent for Lu Xiang.

But even as his responsibilities multiplied, his salary didn't see a corresponding rise; he was still only getting the standard department head pay of just over ten thousand watts a month, with the best perk being emergency treatment packs from the trauma team.

To him, that benefit was as good as none.

Because he was usually the one sending others to the trauma team for emergency care.

"I'm doing the work of four people but only get paid for one – you think I'm at a loss, I think I'm at a loss too."

"Hmm, you do have a point,"

After some thought, Lu Xiang took a familiar card out of the drawer, "Here, take my salary card, buy yourself some stuff to keep healthy."

"That's not the issue! It's that I have absolutely no experience as an agent!"