Uncle Shazhu, a simple-minded man in a courtyard house, persuades people with reason.

This is all that's left after all the editing and cuts. Sorry everyone, please bear with it.

Time does not follow anyone's will; the sun rises and sets, never pausing for anyone even for a moment. The summer of '76 was stifling and sweltering... stifling enough to suffocate one.

In the office, He Ping'an, usually decisive and efficient, moved with unusually heavy steps, laboriously making his way to the door. "Creak!" The slightly old door slowly closed.

From the spark in Jinggangshan to the experiment in Ruijin, from the 25,000-mile trek to the lights in the cave dwellings, from the decisive battle in Xibaipo to stepping into this ancient city and embracing the new China!

Along the way, his parents, brothers, wife and children all fell to the enemy's guns.

At sunset, amidst torrential rain and a riot of ghosts, a world of painted skin unfolds!

Uncontrollable tears fell, one after another, onto the back of his already cold hands. He Ping'an glanced at the demons and monsters, concealing the coldness in his eyes, and murmured to himself in a voice only he could hear.

Unfortunately, He Ping'an was not an honest man. In terms of warfare, the Northeast and Korea were the most intense, and He Ping'an had also survived those bloody battles. In terms of governance, no one could surpass him.

He Ping'an, already seated at his desk, paid no heed to Feng Liu's performance, his head bowed as he flipped through the documents page by page, offering no response and making no unnecessary movements.

"Whoosh!" A piece of white paper with a few lines of writing was extended to He Ping'an's side, along with the fountain pen on his desk.

He Ping'an leaned back slightly, pointed at the pen, and looked expressionlessly at the heartbroken Feng Liu. He spoke slowly and deliberately.

"This pen is mine!"

There was a time when people were afraid to even approach this desk. Now, they dare to touch even a pen!

"Hmm?" The flirtatious man's feigned anger paused for a moment as he glanced at the pen in his hand. He nodded with an awkward smile, offering a perfunctory apology devoid of sincerity.

"Feel sorry,……"

He Ping'an raised his hand to interrupt Feng Liu, pointing again at what Feng Liu was holding. His eyes held undisguised indifference, and he spoke each word with deliberate emphasis.

"I said... the pen is... mine!"

The performance of his flirtatious act came to an abrupt halt. Seeing He Ping'an's indifferent expression, he had no choice but to put down his pen.

He Ping'an raised a mocking smile, sizing up the shrewd man whose expression had changed. He picked up a pen, pressed it onto the white paper, and casually pushed it to the side.

"If you're in a hurry, sign it yourself. Don't bother me, I'm not in a rush!"

Fengliu was momentarily speechless, "You..."

"Snap!" He Ping'an pointed to the door with the neatly closed document in his hand.

"Go do whatever you want, I have other work to do."

"Bang!"

He Pingan glanced at the heavily closed door and casually picked up the red phone.

"Let them in!"

A moment later, Zhao Dezhu, the former captain of the Hong Kong and Kowloon Security Force, opened the office door and gestured for him to enter.

Li, representing industry and economy; Liao and Zhen, representing agriculture; Minister Luo leading the way; He Ping'an's rogue father-in-law; and He Ping'an's in-law, Zhou's father.

Finally, there's Luo Chengjun, who's always shameless...

Not long ago, He Ping'an arranged for me to work as an internal security guard. The meaning of life lies in realizing one's self-worth. But first, one must survive! Luo Chengjun is trustworthy!

Times have changed. Even the closest people, like the rogue Bai's father and the industrialist Li, no longer have the same casualness with He Ping'an as before. A harsh reality!

He Ping'an pointed somewhat gloomily to the door, "The order that Fengliu just wrote down."

"He... Chief!" Industrial Li blurted out, then almost bit his tongue as he changed his mind halfway through.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

He Ping'an pointed at Li from the Industrial Department first and laughed out loud without giving him any face. The others followed suit and burst into laughter. Their reserved attitude eased slightly!

"Go away..." Li Chao waved to the group of people beside him and turned to look at He Ping'an.

"I don't see much to say. I've seen through them all these days, one by one, humph!" Industrial Li sneered. "Even Quan Xin, who's been sick for years, is better now, and he's been causing quite a stir these past few days!"

"After all that talk, you haven't gotten anything down!" Economics Li pointed at Industry Li, then looked at He Ping'an with a resolute expression.

"You're the commander, we'll listen to you!"

He Ping'an looked around at the group and nodded in satisfaction. Absolute loyalty was forged through a bond of shared interests.

Li paused for a moment, then shook his head.

He Ping'an leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed and comfortable.

"In the 60s, another old father-in-law of mine, nicknamed Lou Bancheng, donated a large sum of money before heading south to Hong Kong and Kowloon. I used this money to set up a club for veterans and families of martyrs."

Twenty-six years have passed in the blink of an eye. As you all know, the families of martyrs are a group that needs care; they receive priority in the distribution of supplies and in job placements! Therefore, things have been quite good over the years!

Apart from that shameless Luo Chengjun, everyone else was an old fox that even a fox would kowtow to. A few seemingly irrelevant words, however, made everyone's eyes light up.

He Ping'an's schemes were as open and honest as ever...

…………

Fengliu and Quanxin naturally wouldn't sit idly by and wait for their doom; He Ping'an's path was blocked. Without the support of a righteous cause, they could only mobilize forces in their personal capacity.

Therefore, any mobilization without orders is a conspiracy to abuse public power for private gain and must be overthrown!