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

Seven days.

For ordinary people, this is just the daily grind of a week, the grueling workday between two uneventful weekends.

But for the officials in Ningzhou, especially those who are always watching the personnel changes, every second of the seven-day public notice period felt like an eternity.

No one reported it.

There is no negative news.

Not even a single anonymous letter, not even a prank, appeared in the disciplinary committee's mailbox.

This is incredibly clean in the history of personnel adjustments in Ningzhou. But it is precisely because of this eerie "cleanliness" that it inspires a sense of unfathomable awe—it means that an invisible hand has cleared all obstacles for this young man and paved all the steps to power.

Monday morning, 9:00 AM.

An official appointment document bearing the bright red seal of the Ningzhou Municipal Party Committee was distributed to all commissions, offices, and bureaus throughout the city via the internal confidential system.

[**Notification Regarding the Appointment and Removal of Comrade Liu Ming**]

[The Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee has decided to appoint Comrade Liu Ming as a member of the Party Working Committee and Deputy Director of the Management Committee of Ningzhou High-tech Industrial Development Zone (at the deputy division level). He is relieved of his post as Deputy Secretary of the Ningzhou Municipal Committee of the Communist Youth League.]

Official documents, written in black and white.

The dust has settled.

……

Qingyun County, County Party Committee Office.

Although Liu Ming has been gone for some time, the legends surrounding him remain a popular and enduring topic of conversation here.

Old Fan was sitting with his legs crossed in the quiet office of the trade union, holding a purple clay teapot and listening to opera on the radio.

"Bang!"

The office door was pushed open, and there stood Lu Xiao Kui, who had been promoted to deputy head of the General Affairs Section. This girl was usually quite composed, but today she was running with a flushed face and was panting heavily, clutching a printed document tightly in her hand.

"Chairman Fan... Chairman Fan! Look!"

Lu Xiao Kui slammed the paper in front of Fan Lao Gui, her voice trembling with excitement, "Director Liu...Director Liu...he's been promoted!"

"You got promoted?"

Old Fan slowly straightened up, took a sip of tea, and looked like a wise man who had seen through everything. "So what if he gets promoted? Once he gets to the city, it's only a matter of time before he's promoted to deputy director. What's the big deal... Pfft—!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, the tea he had just put in his mouth turned into a mist and sprayed all over the A4 paper.

Old Fan didn't even bother to wipe his mouth. He grabbed the wet document, and his originally cloudy old eyes widened instantly, almost popping out of their sockets.

"Gao...Deputy Director of the High-tech Zone Management Committee?"

"A substantive deputy division chief position?"

"My goodness..."

Old Fan's hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and his usual theatrical lines turned into exclamations of surprise, "This...this isn't just riding a rocket! This is practically riding a spaceship at the speed of light!"

He knew all too well the value of this.

While the deputy secretary of the Youth League Committee is also a section-level position, and with luck one might be promoted to deputy division-level, it's a nominal, largely symbolic role. But what does the deputy director of the High-tech Zone Management Committee really mean?

Those were powerful local lords who held the power of life and death over approvals, planning, and investment attraction!

Moreover, the High-tech Zone is the economic engine of Ningzhou. As long as the cadres there don't make any major mistakes and achieve some results, they will be strong contenders for the city leadership in the future!

The most crucial thing is... age.

"Twenty-seven years old...a twenty-seven-year-old deputy division-level official with real power..."

Old Fan muttered to himself, feeling his worldview completely shattered. "Even in the provincial capital, this resume would dazzle a lot of people, right? Our Qingyun County has truly produced a dragon!"

The news spread like wildfire, instantly covering the entire county government compound.

When Wen Boyan, who was in a meeting, heard his secretary's whispered report, he was stunned for a full three seconds. Then he took off his glasses, wiped them, and revealed a smile that was both gratified and sentimental.

"The younger generation is truly formidable; they are indeed formidable."

Upon learning the news at the Public Security Bureau, Lei Tie smashed the glass of his desk with a slap and excitedly ordered his men, "Extra food tonight! I'm so happy! That kid... I knew he was no ordinary person! The High-Tech Zone? Heh, that place is lucrative and murky, perfect for letting him stir things up!"

……

Ningzhou, Municipal Committee of the Communist Youth League.

Compared to the excitement in Qingyun County, the people here have much more complicated feelings.

In just one month.

From the "poor boy" who arrived with an old suitcase and was harassed at the door, to the "hothead" who threw his manuscript at the Youth League Congress and angrily denounced the status quo, to the "Director Liu" who is about to take power in the High-tech Zone.

Liu Ming's stay here was short, but it was like a shooting star that pierced the dull night sky.

In the office, everyone was quietly tidying up their things, saying they were helping Secretary Liu, but there wasn't really anything to tidy up.

Liu Ming has very few things.

A few books, an enamel mug that he had used for a long time, and several money trees that he had grown lush and green.

"Secretary Liu, you... you're leaving already?"

Office Director Sister Wang stood to the side, watching Liu Ming pack books into a box. Her tone was filled with reluctance and a hint of undisguised regret. "If I'd known this guy would get promoted so quickly, I should have been more eager to curry favor with him back then!"

"I'm gone."

Liu Ming closed the suitcase, looked around the spacious but somewhat empty office, and smiled.

"I came here to 'rest,' but now that the holiday is over, it's time to get back to work."

Just then, a few heads peeked in from outside the door—it was those young officers who usually loved to slack off. Looking at Liu Ming, their eyes no longer held the disdain they once had, but were now filled with admiration and awe.

"Secretary Liu, can we still come to visit you in the future?" a bold girl asked in a low voice.

"Play?"

Liu Ming picked up her suitcase, walked to the door, and paused.

He turned around and looked at the group of young people who were a few years younger than him. The sunlight shone on his face, outlining a strong and confident look.

"You can come to the High-tech Zone to find me, but if you want to 'play around,' then forget it."

"That place doesn't support idlers."

His voice wasn't loud, but it had a powerful, exhilarating quality.

"However, if any of you feel tired of working in the office and want a different way of life, or want to experience the real battlefield... you are welcome to come to me anytime."

After saying that, he didn't linger and strode out.

His steady, powerful footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Downstairs, a black Audi A6 had been waiting for some time. It was a special car sent by the High-tech Zone Management Committee to pick him up, and the driver was standing upright by the car door with a respectful expression.

Liu Ming put the box in the trunk, opened the car door, and got in.

The car started and slowly drove away from the municipal party committee compound, merging into the rolling traffic and speeding towards the high-tech zone in the southeast of the city, a cluster of tall buildings that represents Ningzhou's future and wealth.

Looking out the car window at the rapidly receding scenery, Liu Ming's gaze gradually became deep and sharp.

The transition period of the Youth League Committee has ended.

That ivory tower, filled with idealism, was ultimately not his final destination.

High-tech Zone.

It was an arena filled with money, desire, power, and intrigue.

There are hundreds of companies there, hundreds of billions of dollars in capital flow, countless greedy eyes fixed on profits, and opponents who are more troublesome and ruthless than Ouyang Feng.

"call……"

Liu Ming lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and let the pungent smoke linger in his lungs.

He could feel the blood in his body gradually warming up, a feeling of excitement like a hunter about to step into the jungle or a warrior about to rush to the battlefield.

"A 27-year-old deputy division chief."

He silently recited the title in his mind, a cold smile curving his lips.

This is not just an honor, but also a target.

Many people are hiding in the shadows, waiting to see him, the youngest deputy director-level cadre in the province, stumble and fall, waiting to see him drown in the muddy waters of the High-tech Zone.

"Want to see a play?"

Liu Ming flicked off his cigarette ash, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"Then keep your eyes wide open and watch carefully."

"Watch how I turn this mess into my territory."