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

At 2:30 p.m., it is the busiest time for government agencies.

But inside the office building of the Ningzhou High-tech Zone Management Committee, an eerie, almost languid tranquility permeated the space. Only the humming of the central air conditioning vents echoed in the empty corridors.

Liu Ming, carrying her ever-present enamel mug, strolled leisurely to the fourth floor like a casual cleaner, without her secretary or notifying anyone.

This floor houses the logistics service center and the union office, which is the "small plot of land" that Wang Dawei "kindly" allocated to him.

As soon as I reached the entrance of the logistics service center, a burst of intense keyboard typing and excited shouts came out unabashedly through the half-open door.

"Go! Go! Go! Jungler, do you even know how to play? Go for the backline!"

"Healer! Healer, heal me! Oh crap, another one died!"

Liu Ming raised an eyebrow and pushed the door open to enter.

The large office had over a dozen workstations, but only four or five people were scattered around. The most conspicuous was a blond young man by the window, his feet propped high on the desk, wearing professional gaming headphones, frantically typing on the dual-screen computer in front of him. The screens displayed the latest and most popular MOBA game.

Opposite him, a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup was browsing Taobao on her computer screen, with a pile of snacks next to her and sunflower seed shells scattered all over the floor.

As for the others, they were either scrolling through short videos or sleeping.

In the entire office, not a single person was working.

Liu Ming stood at the door for a full minute, and not a single person noticed him coming in. Or rather, even if they did see him, no one paid him any attention.

"Cough cough."

Liu Ming had to clear her throat and tap on the door with her knuckles.

"Who is it? Can't you see I'm busy? The package is on the shelf by the door!"

The blond guy playing the game didn't even turn his head. He yelled impatiently, but his fingers continued to fly across the keyboard, his movements incredibly smooth.

"I'm not a deliveryman." Liu Ming walked in, stood behind the blond-haired man, and asked calmly, "I'm the new deputy director of the management committee, my name is Liu Ming. I'd like to ask, it's working hours now, what are you doing?"

"Deputy Director?"

The blond-haired man finally took off his headphones, turned his chair around, and looked Liu Ming up and down. His eyes held no respect whatsoever, but rather were filled with mockery and disdain.

"Oh, I remember now, it's that guy who was transferred from the Youth League Committee... right?"

He chuckled, put his headphones back on, and said casually, "Director Liu, we're in logistics here, and the nature of our work is special, so we need to balance work and rest. There aren't many repair requests right now, so everyone can relax. Isn't that normal? If you have nothing else to do, go back to your top-floor office and have some tea. Don't waste our 'work' here."

After saying that, he turned back to stare at the screen, muttering under his breath, "Damn it, if we lose this team fight, I'm going to go down the internet cable and kill that marksman."

The Taobao woman also looked up, glanced at Liu Ming, and added sarcastically, "Exactly, Director Liu, we understand a new broom sweeps clean, but don't let that fire spread to our logistics department. We all see each other all the time, why make things so tense?"

Looking at the scene before her, Liu Ming was not angry at all; instead, she laughed in anger.

He didn't waste any more words with these people, but turned and walked to a corner. There was a desk piled high with various expense reports and documents, and a thin young girl wearing thick-rimmed glasses was buried in the pile of documents, her fingers flying across the paper, her forehead covered in sweat.

He was the only person in the entire office who was actually working.

"What's your name?" Liu Ming asked gently.

The girl was startled and quickly stood up, awkwardly adjusting her glasses: "Hello, Director Liu... I... my name is Chen Momo, I'm... I'm a new contract worker."

"Contract worker?" Liu Ming glanced at the pile of forms on her desk that clearly didn't belong to one person's workload. "Is all of this your work?"

"No...no..." Chen lowered her head silently, her voice barely audible, "Some are for Brother Zhang, some are for Sister Li...they...they said they weren't feeling well and asked me to help them..."

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Liu Ming glanced back at "Brother Zhang," who was energetically directing the team battle, and "Sister Li," who was enthusiastically snapping up flash sale items. The smile on her lips grew even colder.

"Mo Mo, bring me the staff roster and attendance records for our department."

Chen Momo paused for a moment, glanced hesitantly at the group of people over there, but ultimately, intimidated by Liu Ming's aura, she trembled as she took out a thick folder from the drawer.

Liu Ming took the roster and casually flipped through a few pages.

Wow, this is truly eye-opening.

The Logistics Service Center has 28 staff members, with 5 actually present.

The union office has 15 staff members, but none are actually present.

He carefully examined the notes on the roster, and combined them with the information that "Ghost Hand" had given him earlier. Instantly, a complex "network of relationships" clearly emerged in his mind.

The blond guy playing games is named Zhang Xiaolong, and he is the nephew of Wang Dawei, the director of the High-tech Zone Management Committee.

That Taobao seller, named Li Cuihua, is the wife of the district finance bureau chief.

The vice chairman of the labor union who didn't come was the former secretary of a certain vice mayor.

Even the driver team leader who was always on sick leave was Wang Dawei's brother-in-law!

No wonder.

No wonder Wang Dawei was so "kind" as to entrust him with logistics and the labor union. This isn't some peripheral department; it's clearly the entire High-tech Zone's "hospitality for royalty and cronies"! It's the "headquarters" where various factions place their cronies!

These people are useless at their jobs; they're good at causing trouble.

They receive high salaries and enjoy generous benefits, yet they dump all the dirty and tiring work on temporary workers like Chen Momo. And when problems arise, the temporary workers are made to take the blame.

Wang Dawei has dug a huge pit for him.

If he were to be too strict, he would offend the powerful elites of the entire High-tech Zone, making it difficult for him to move an inch in the future; if he were to be too lenient, he would be sidelined by these people and eventually become a puppet to be manipulated, even having to pay the price for their illegal actions.

"Director Liu, what do you think..." Chen Momo asked cautiously, looking at Liu Ming's gloomy face.

Liu Ming closed the roster with a crisp "snap".

The sound was particularly jarring in the quiet corner, even making the blond guy playing games on the other side instinctively flinch.

"Mo Mo, pass the message down."

Liu Ming's voice was very soft, yet it carried a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.

"A meeting of all logistics and union staff will be held in ten minutes. All on-staff personnel must attend. Those who do not attend will be considered to have resigned automatically."

"Huh?" Chen Momo's eyes widened. "But...but many people aren't at work. They definitely won't be back in ten minutes..."

"That's their problem."

Liu Ming took the roster and turned to walk towards the door.

As he passed the blond-haired man, he stopped, reached out, and unplugged the computer's power cord.

The screen went black instantly.

"Holy crap! What are you doing?!" Zhang Xiaolong roared, jumping up to shove Liu Ming. "This is my promotion match!"

Liu Ming remained motionless, simply staring at him coldly, her eyes like knives.

"Zhang Xiaolong, right?"

"Wang Dawei's nephew?"

Zhang Xiaolong was startled by his gaze, but relying on his connections, he still stubbornly shouted, "So what if I did? My uncle entrusted this area to you, but don't take it all for granted! Believe me, one phone call and I'll..."

"You can hit him."

Liu Ming interrupted him, a cruel smile curving her lips.

"Perfect timing, let your uncle come over and hear how I deal with his good nephew."

After saying that, he ignored the group of parasites and strode out of the office.

His steady footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Wang Dawei, do you think that by stuffing a bunch of people with connections into my hands, you can make me restrain myself?

Unfortunately, you've miscalculated.

This group of people is seen as a "landmine" that cannot be touched by others.

But in my eyes...

They're the perfect "sacrificial lambs"—they've delivered themselves right to our doorstep!

Since you've given me leverage over yourselves, I won't hold back.

Perfect, let's start by taking the first hit on you bunch of people with connections!