In name only: In the name of Zhao Mengsheng's son!

(This is my first time writing a novel in this style, so please be gentle with your criticism. However, I still hope for positive reviews and five-star ratings! It's all handwritten, no AI, you'll see when you read it!!)

(This is fan fiction; please do not take it as reality. It's just a place to store your thoughts! You'll return them when the story is finished!)

(The check-in area for Party Secretary and Minister!)

(To all leaders: First respect the clothes, then the person; first respect the appearance, then the soul; every cup should be offered to those in power! To all future leaders: Success comes from secrecy, and slackness from words!)

"You're twenty-three, and you've passed the exam for the Political and Legal Affairs Commission! You're destined to be an official; you don't even need to study! Respectfully yours..."

A man began chanting at Handong University. His name was Zhao Zhongxin. He had traveled through time. Originally, he was a rideshare driver in the 21st century!

He wasn't in a hurry; he was fine with either the highway or the national road. But the three people who picked him up insisted that he take the highway and wouldn't pay the toll.

After Zhao Zhongxin's arguments with them failed, he continued on the national highway. The woman in the front seat got angry and grabbed the steering wheel! And then...

"On November 18th, in Wuhan, a ride-sharing car plunged into the Yangtze River after the passenger in the front seat grabbed the steering wheel; all four occupants perished!"

Then Zhao Zhongxin discovered that he had traveled back to 87.

Zhao Zhongxin!

男！

Han Chinese!

18 years old!

The same name, the same age—Zhao Zhongxin was incredibly excited. Why was he so excited? Because the father he had transmigrated into was none other than Zhao Mengsheng, the protagonist of "The Garland on the High Mountain"!

Through his memories, he discovered that this person's life had been smooth sailing. Born in 69, even during the Cultural Revolution when many people were starving and cold, his family never let him go hungry!

Then, when Zhao Zhongxin was in school, he noticed that the teachers treated him very well! Even when their own children had conflicts with him, they would side with him.

At first, he didn't understand. Later, in junior high school, he got into a fight with a troublemaker from his school. His father was on the front lines at the time, and it was only his grandfather's bodyguard who handled the situation. The principal and secretary greeted him with smiles, and that's when he understood everything!

It's all thanks to my grandfather, the commander!

Grandpa passed away last year, but his father's heroic spirit returned, and he bravely distinguished himself on the battlefield. In addition, his grandfather's subordinates were still around. When Zhao Zhongxin took the college entrance examination, Zhao Mengsheng had already become the political commissar of the army!

My father was a military and political commissar!

Zhao Zhongxin also went to study at Handong University. Why isn't he in Beijing? His father is now the political commissar of a military region in Handong!

Moreover, Zhao Mengsheng wanted his child to be closer to him, so he came to Handong! Over the years, he has only seen his child a few times a year.

Why would Zhao Zhongxin, who traveled through time, recite this line?

"You passed the Political and Legal Affairs Commission exam at twenty-three; you were destined to be an official!"

The reason is simple: before he transmigrated, Zhao Zhongxin came from a single-parent family. His father died in the mine years ago, and his mother raised him. He did very well in the college entrance examination, but someone else took his place. He was a college student in the 1990s, not like college students today. When his mother found out, she also died. His life was ruined. The people he loved most and the people who loved him most were gone. Because he kept seeking justice, he looked for work everywhere, earned money to petition, and appealed every year. This also led to him wasting his life and never getting married.

He's got a winning hand right from the start: both parents are alive and well, his father is a general, his grandmother is a noblewoman, and although his grandfather is gone, his grandfather's subordinates are still around. His network of connections is incredibly strong. With his status, there's no way he could be replaced! Only someone with the guts to do that would dare!

Moreover, Zhao Zhongxin had watched this TV series before he transmigrated to Handong. This TV series is simply amazing! It's full of deceit and treachery!

I've transmigrated here to realize my ambitions!

Hey, classmate! Need any help?

A dark-skinned, thin man grinned and asked Zhao Zhongxin a question, which pulled Zhao Zhongxin out of his mind! Upon closer inspection, he exclaimed, "Holy crap, isn't that Director Qi?"

"Oh, hello, classmate, thank you, but I don't have much! No need..."

Before Zhao Zhongxin could finish speaking, Qi Tongwei picked up his suitcase and said with a smile.

"Don't mention it, I'm a freshman too, I arrived a day earlier than you! We're classmates! Helping each other is only right!"

"Well, haha, thank you so much, classmate!"

Zhao Zhongxin smiled, and when Qi Tongwei saw that Zhao Zhongxin had assigned him a dormitory room next to his, he was pleasantly surprised.

"What a coincidence! We're in the same dorm! Come on, come on, I'll take you to the dorm! It's not full yet, there's still one lower bunk available!"

As Qi Tongwei led Zhao Zhongxin along, Zhao Zhongxin felt that the plot was starting so quickly.

"Thanks, classmate! I'll treat you to dinner later!"

"Don't mention it, we're classmates!"

Zhao Zhongxin and Qi Tongwei chatted all the way and felt they got along very well. Zhao Zhongxin felt that Qi Tongwei was indeed full of personal charm, generous and unpretentious, which made people feel very comfortable.

At this time, Qi Tongwei was not yet the "Prince of Grave Crying" he would become; he hadn't yet learned the art of flattery! Now, he only exuded sincerity! Indeed, those who can climb to the top are all charismatic.

It wasn't until Zhao Zhongxin treated Qi Tongwei to dinner and they returned to their dormitory to prepare for sleep that Qi Tongwei seemed to suddenly remember something.

"Um, brother, I don't think I know your name yet. My name is Qi Tongwei! And you? Are you from Yantai, Handong?"

"Haha, it seems we hit it off immediately! I even forgot to ask your name! My name is Zhao Zhongxin! I'm from Hunan!"

Zhao Zhongxin said with a smile, while Qi Tongwei asked with some puzzlement.

"Wait a minute, your accent sounds like a Beijing dialect, how come you're from Hunan!"

"Oh, I'm not too sure either. My hometown is in Hunan, my dad was born in Yimeng Mountain, and I was born in Beijing. My dad says my family is from Hunan!"

Zhao Zhongxin said with a smile, "Qi Tongwei is indeed a shrewd person. There's a hidden meaning in his words! He read so much into them!"

His ancestral home is Hunan, his father is from Shandong, and he speaks with a strong Beijing accent! And Zhao Zhongxin's entire demeanor is so much like that of a high-ranking official's son!

However, Qi Tongwei didn't bring it up. Why should he if others didn't want to talk about it? But he felt he should cherish this friendship. What if it came in handy later?

(Please feel free to comment. I'll write whatever you want to see. I currently have over 10,000 words in my drafts! I can revise them!)