Special forces soldier demobilization: Starting from the county government compound, a meteoric rise

In September, the lingering summer heat still raged in Ningzhou.

The midday sun was like a fireball, baking the asphalt road until it was practically oozing oil, while cicadas sang their hearts out in the trees, making everyone feel irritated.

A Coaster minibus slowly drove into the gate of Changling Town Middle School, a remote suburb under the jurisdiction of Ningzhou City.

As soon as the car came to a stop, before the door even opened, the school leadership team, who had been waiting for a long time, swarmed around it. Leading the group was a balding, middle-aged vice principal with a wide smile on his face, a smile that looked like a dried-up chrysanthemum.

"Welcome, welcome! A warm welcome to the leaders of the Municipal Youth League Committee for their guidance!"

The vice principal bowed and scraped while giving a wink to someone behind him.

Two Young Pioneers immediately ran over with flowers in their hands. Their little faces were flushed and their foreheads were covered in sweat, clearly from being out in the sun for half a day.

The car door opened, and Liu Ming got out.

He was dressed simply today, in a white shirt and black trousers, without a tie, his sleeves casually rolled up to his elbows, exuding a capable air.

Looking at the two students who were so sunburnt they were almost dehydrated, Liu Ming frowned slightly.

He didn't accept the flowers, but instead took two packs of wet wipes from his pocket, handed them to the two children, and patted their heads.

"With such a bright sun, who told you to stand here? Go back and drink some water, or you'll get heatstroke."

The two children paused for a moment, then looked timidly at the vice principal, hesitant to accept the offer.

The vice principal's smile froze for a moment, then he immediately put on a pained expression: "Oh dear, this...this is all the children's heartfelt gift! Quick, take it, thank you for your concern, Secretary Liu!"

Liu Ming ignored his performance and walked straight inside.

"We're not going to do any of that nonsense today. I'm here to see the school's team-building activities and also to check on the students' living conditions."

"Yes, yes, Secretary Liu is very pragmatic! Our school's Youth League work has always been a benchmark for the whole town..." The vice principal led the way while introducing the school incessantly, "This is our multimedia classroom, and over there is the newly renovated library..."

The routes were all carefully planned.

They go wherever things look glamorous and attractive.

Stay far away from places that are dirty and messy.

Liu Ming was already tired of this routine in Qingyun County.

While listening to the vice principal's boasting, he discreetly observed his surroundings.

When students passing by saw them, they all stopped and saluted, their eyes revealing a trained, mechanical respect, but lacking the liveliness that should be present at their age.

"What place is that?"

Liu Ming suddenly stopped and pointed to a red brick house in the corner of the playground, with smoke rising from its chimney and some peeling paint on its walls, and asked.

The vice principal's eyes flickered, and he quickly stepped in front of Liu Ming: "Oh, that's...that's the old cafeteria, slated for demolition and reconstruction. The new cafeteria is currently being planned. That one's too smelly and dirty. Secretary Liu, let's go to the administration building; the tea is already prepared..."

"canteen?"

Liu Ming's eyes sharpened.

"Perfect timing, it's lunchtime. Since we're here, let's go see what the children are having for lunch."

"Hey! Secretary Liu! There's really nothing to see over there..." The vice principal panicked, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, and reached out to stop him.

"What? I can't stand to see it?"

Liu Ming stopped and gave him a cold glance.

That glance carried the oppressive aura of a superior, as well as the murderous aura of someone crawling out of a pile of corpses.

The vice principal felt a chill run down his spine, and his outstretched hand froze in mid-air, not daring to extend it even half an inch further.

"No...no...please go ahead, please go ahead..."

……

Upon entering the cafeteria, a strange smell, a mixture of stale grease, damp mold, and cheap disinfectant, hits you.

Liu Ming frowned.

The cafeteria was dimly lit, and the floor was slippery, even sticky underfoot. Hundreds of students were lining up to get their meals, each holding a stainless steel bowl.

"Is this your model cafeteria?"

Liu Ming glanced back at the subservient vice principal following behind, her tone already tinged with anger.

"The conditions are a bit tough, but we are very strict about hygiene!" the vice principal explained, forcing a smile.

Liu Ming didn't say anything and went straight to the food serving window.

Inside the window, several middle-aged women, without masks or gloves, were distributing meals to students using large iron ladles.

The dishes were very simple.

A pot of stewed cabbage, yellowish in color, with a few pieces of fatty pork floating on top; a pot of dark, unrecognizable potato chunks; and a bucket of... rice.

Liu Ming's gaze was fixed intently on the bucket of rice.

The rice looked oddly colored, with a strange grayish-yellow hue, and even before you got close, you could smell a faint stale odor.

"Why is this food this color?"

Liu Ming pointed to the bucket of rice and asked the old lady who was serving the rice.

The woman's hand trembled, spilling half of the cabbage from her spoon. She glanced at the vice-principal in a flustered manner and stammered, "This...this is brown rice! Yes, brown rice! It's nutritious!"

"brown rice?"

Liu Ming gave a cold laugh.

Although he was the secretary of the Youth League Committee, he was also a special forces soldier!

In wilderness survival training, being able to identify whether food has spoiled is a fundamental skill.

He walked straight past the window and into the kitchen.

"Hey! Leader! That's the operating room! No unauthorized personnel allowed!" The vice principal shouted anxiously, trying to rush in to stop them, but was blocked outside by the accompanying staff from the Municipal Youth League Committee.

Liu Ming strode to the entrance of the grain warehouse.

The door was ajar.

Pushing open the door, a strong musty smell hit Liu Ming's nose like a heavy punch.

In a corner of the warehouse, dozens of bags of rice were piled up.

The packaging bags were covered in stains, and some even had holes chewed out by rats.

Liu Ming walked over and casually grabbed a handful of rice.

It feels damp and sticky.

He opened his palm and looked.

The rice in my hand was not brown rice at all.

Most of the rice grains had turned black or green, covered with fine fuzz, and there were even a few small black insects crawling around inside.

Mold!

And it was severely moldy!

This rice contains aflatoxin, a highly toxic and carcinogenic substance! It's not even fit for human consumption; even feeding it to pigs would cause them diarrhea!

"Is this the 'brown rice' you're feeding your students?"

Liu Ming suddenly turned around and threw the handful of moldy rice in her hand hard at the vice principal's face!

"Snapped!"

Rice grains are flying everywhere!

The vice principal's face was smashed all over, but he didn't even dare to wipe it off. His legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the ground.

"Secretary Liu... please let me explain... this... this is old rice that we haven't had time to deal with yet... we..."

"Haven't you had time to deal with it yet?"

Liu Ming pushed him away and walked to the vegetable shelf next to her.

Reach out and lift the tarpaulin covering it.

Below was a pile of withered, yellowed vegetables, some even oozing slime, and a basket of potatoes with black spots and a sour smell.

Rotten vegetable leaves!

Stinky potatoes!

Moldy rice!

This is the lunch that this so-called "key middle school in the town" serves to children who are in the growth stage?

"Bang!"

Liu Ming kicked over the basket of rotten potatoes.

Potatoes were scattered all over the ground, emitting a nauseating stench.

His chest heaved violently, and the rage in his eyes was about to burst forth!

He fought against organized crime and arrested corrupt officials in Qingyun County, witnessing many dark aspects of society.

But he never expected that in Ningzhou, a provincial capital, there would be someone who would dare to snatch food from a child's mouth.

This is a crime!

This is murder for money!

"An explanation? Save that for the disciplinary committee!"

Liu Ming took out her phone and started snapping photos of the scene.

"Now! Immediately! Right now! Seal off the cafeteria!"

"Seale up all the ingredients, all the account books!"

"Notify the Market Supervision Bureau! Notify the Health Commission! Notify the Discipline Inspection Commission!"

"Have their bureau chief personally lead the team over!"

Liu Ming's voice boomed like thunder in the narrow kitchen, making everyone's hearts pound.

"Also, tell the students to stop eating! Order boxed lunches from outside immediately! The Municipal Youth League Committee will cover all costs!"

"Secretary Liu... can this matter be resolved privately? If it gets blown up, it will be bad for the school's reputation..." The vice principal was still making a last-ditch effort to downplay the matter.

"Reputation? Did you think about your reputation when you fed your students pig swill?"

Liu Ming pointed at his nose, her eyes as cold as if she were looking at a dead man.

"Let me tell you, this isn't over yet!"

"Anyone who dares to plead for these parasites, I'll deal with them too!"

Just then.

"Who's causing trouble? Have they got some nerve?"

A loud, angry roar came from the entrance of the cafeteria.

The crowd automatically separated.

A man with a fleshy face, a fat body like Maitreya Buddha, and a large gold chain around his neck, stormed in with several security guards.

He was wearing a tight-fitting suit with the buttons almost popping off, and he reeked of alcohol, clearly having just come from a drinking party.

This man was the principal of Changling Town Middle School, and also the notorious "local tyrant" of the area—**Wang Dafa**.

As soon as Wang Dafa entered the room, he saw the mess on the floor and the trembling vice principal, and he immediately flew into a rage.

"Damn it! Who did this?"

His small eyes, squeezed into slits by fat, glared fiercely at Liu Ming, who was standing in the center of the kitchen.

"Is that you, kid?"

"Do you know whose territory this is? How dare you cause trouble at my school?"

"Security! Throw him out! I'll take responsibility if he gets crippled!"