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

It was still cut, sorry.

Li Huaide, who became the Party Secretary of Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill in 71, had just finished his memorial service at the mill office. He leaned back on the sofa, his head resting on the sofa beam, his eyes closed, seemingly resting.

A feeling of relaxed comfort permeated my entire being!

"Ring ring ring..."

A piercing phone ring caused Li Huaide to slowly open his eyes, glancing casually at the telephone on his desk. When he saw the red phone ringing, he abruptly stood up.

Because he moved too quickly, he staggered as he picked up the phone.

"start!"

The receiver uttered two simple words. Li Huaide's slightly overweight face was flushed with the effects of alcohol. His hand trembled slightly with excitement as he held the microphone.

"yes!"

In the courtyard, in Li Huaide's father-in-law's study. "Bang!" Li Huaide barged into the study without knocking. The once insurmountable door was now something he could simply barge into!

"Chief He said, let's take action!"

Upon hearing Li Huaide's words, the old man, who had just frowned because of his rudeness, immediately composed himself and looked at Li Huaide seriously.

"Sure?"

Li Huaide nodded vigorously, his chest heaving with steady, rapid breathing.

"Absolutely true!"

The old man was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded. "Yes... proceed as planned!"

Li Huaide came to He Ping'an's door with a lighter, and He Ping'an gave him two choices.

Meanwhile, club leaders across the country received almost identical instructions. Orders were relayed, and mobilization efforts were undertaken; massive crowds surged towards the central point.

"This is outrageous!" Feng Liu slammed his hand on the table, his face ashen. "They didn't even bother to say hello, gathering so many people here. What do they want?"

Quan Xin stood to the side, his eyes flickering as he looked at He Ping'an, and lowered his voice.

"Since you weren't notified beforehand, there's probably something fishy going on. I suggest we take some necessary precautions."

He Ping'an picked up the teacup, gently blew away the floating leaves, and didn't even lift his eyelids.

"The will of the people! Tell me, what measures should be taken, huh? We used to listen to the opinions of the masses, but now we can't. What kind of logic is this, huh?"

Their eyes met, and both men, seemingly carefree and charming, saw seriousness in each other's gazes. Having weathered a lifetime of storms, their eyelashes now thinning, the seasoned veteran immediately discerned the anomaly.

How could those people who were jumping around so much possibly have such organizational skills? They acted decisively and without mercy! It's obvious who's behind this!

Their visit this time was more of a test, a compromise, or... a trade-off for time. Giving up some power to buy time for their grand plan.

Unfortunately... He Ping'an had made up his mind.

A well-intentioned strategy is one where you know the truth but can only resort to a more powerful strategy or brute force to break it. But right now, the bigger picture is at stake! As for violence? The "Blue Jade Case" awaits them!

In another office, it was also clear that He Ping'an was using them to clean the yard. However, most self-righteous people are unwilling to admit defeat and always feel that they are special.

"It's settled then, let's play along..."

After half a month of uproar, with some offering apologies and others backing down, Fengliu, leaning on a cane and looking pale, approached He Ping'an. He feigned defeat and withdrew, whether to watch He Ping'an take the field himself or to go back and gather his strength.

In short, the ancient saying was "retire to one's hometown in old age."

He Ping'an nodded with a faint smile... "If you want to take something, you must first give something!"

As for those guys who become arrogant because of their womanizing ways and their complete avoidance of others.

The two ruthless officials under Empress Wu Zetian, Lai Junchen and Zhou Xing, used the tactic of luring the emperor into a trap. Or perhaps, it was Zhu Yuanzhang's Embroidered Uniform Guard!

They were clearly working for the emperor in power, yet they incurred the wrath of both heaven and man. Then, once everything calmed down and the court was stable, the emperor needed talented people to govern the country.

The cruel officials of the past were their tools for expressing their stance!

Of course, the emperor took the initiative... in the name of the people!

...The wind and clouds have dispersed, and the sky is clear and bright!

Of course, He Ping'an was not an honest man.

Sunrise and sunset, the sun of 77 years buried the storms of 76 years. Obsessive-compulsive disorder, a quirk from a past life. For example… a slap in the face must be symmetrical, a house must be spotless!

Habit is a neutral term; it can be good or bad.

Patience is certainly good, therefore, what is a hero to them is an enemy to me! Those who follow different paths form factions and attack those who disagree!

Even veterans are human, and humans have desires and weaknesses; otherwise, there wouldn't be so much turmoil.

It's the height of summer again, and everything has settled down. And then…

The verdict is final!

The Spring Festival of 78... was filled with laughter and joy.

He Ping'an openly celebrated the Lunar New Year with his three wives, after rushing between Hong Kong, Kowloon and Beijing, hiding in the East Suburbs, and now being completely at ease.

Twenty-nine years!