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The moment Liu Ming posted those two flimsy A4 sheets of paper, the sky over the High-tech Zone truly collapsed.

That long list of latecomers, along with the fifteen "ghost employees" who were directly dismissed, was like fifteen depth charges thrown into a cesspool, instantly stirring up a stench and mud that filled the air.

Liu Ming's phone had been ringing non-stop since 10:30 a.m.

"Buzz—Buzz—"

The vibrations, like the urgent beat of a drum, pounded wildly across the mahogany desk.

If it were an ordinary person, faced with this all-encompassing, relentless "bombardment of favors," they would probably have turned off their phone to ensure their safety long ago. But Liu Ming did not.

He propped his phone on a stand, leisurely sipping his tea while watching the names flashing on the screen with great interest.

Some were labeled "Director of a certain bureau", some were labeled "Director of a certain department", and many more were unfamiliar numbers.

He took the first one.

"Hello, is this Director Liu? This is Old Zhao! Oh dear, my good-for-nothing son of mine is a few minutes late. Could you please do me the favor and have the notice rescinded? I'll treat you another day..."

"Director Zhao, a country has its laws, and a family has its rules."

Liu Ming spoke calmly, directly interrupting the other party's attempt to get closer.

"The list has already been published, and it's impossible to remove it. If you feel it's unfair, you can appeal to the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection. Is there anything else? If not, I'm hanging up."

"beep--"

hang up.

next.

"Liu Ming! What do you mean? How could my niece be fired? She was on sick leave! What right do you have to terminate her contract? Do you even respect our planning bureau?"

"Are you not feeling well?"

Liu Ming looked at the screenshot of her "niece's" WeChat Moments in her hand, which was full of photos of her showing off her bikini on the beach in Sanya. The posting time was just yesterday.

"You're not feeling well, yet you can go surfing in Sanya? Looks like the sea breeze is quite nourishing."

Liu Ming gave a cold laugh.

"Absenteeism is absenteeism, it's clearly written in black and white in the contract. If you have any objections, you can have her come and talk to me, or... let the labor arbitration come and talk to me."

"beep--"

Hang up again.

For the next hour, Liu Ming acted like an emotionless telephone operator.

There were those who pleaded for mercy, those who threatened, those who tried to claim kinship, and even those who directly started cursing.

He accepted all comers without hesitation.

Then, use the hardest nails to push them back, one by one.

She won't listen to either soft or hard approaches.

No oil and salt.

The entire elite circle in the high-tech zone was infuriated by this new deputy director! They had never seen such a stubborn and clueless young man!

Isn't he afraid of being sacked in the street in the future? Isn't he afraid of being targeted and harassed in officialdom?

He's making an enemy of the vested interest groups in the entire High-tech Zone!

Just as Liu Ming hung up a call from someone claiming to be "the former secretary of a high-ranking leader," her phone vibrated again.

This time, there was no note on the caller ID.

But the last digits of the number are an extremely arrogant "9999".

Liu Ming raised an eyebrow and pressed the answer button and... record button.

"Feed?"

"Are you Liu Ming?"

On the other end of the phone came the sharp, sarcastic voice of a middle-aged woman, exuding an air of superiority.

The sound was like fingernails scratching across a blackboard, which was extremely unpleasant to listen to.

"I am."

"I am Wu Xiufang! The wife of Executive Vice Mayor Li Jianguo!"

The other party introduced himself directly, speaking with an arrogant tone as if an empress dowager were reprimanding a young eunuch.

"I heard you fired my nephew Wang Ergou? Who gave you the guts? Huh?"

"Wang Ergou?"

Liu Ming thought for a moment, "Oh, it's that hoodlum who's affiliated with the union but is rarely seen and supposedly runs an underground casino."

It turned out that the person standing behind them was "Madam Li".

"Wang Ergou's long-term absenteeism is a serious violation of discipline, and he is dismissed in accordance with regulations," Liu Ming explained calmly.

"Regulations? You're talking to me about regulations?"

Wu Xiufang's voice suddenly rose eight octaves, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, so loud that Liu Ming had to move the phone away from her.

"Let me tell you! The entire High-tech Zone was approved by Old Li! We set the rules too! Who do you think you are, a newbie like you? You dare to mess with my people?"

"You tear up that damn notice right now! And personally go to my nephew's house to apologize! Make him go back to work!"

"Otherwise, I'll make sure you don't stay in this position until tomorrow morning! Believe me, one phone call and I can skin you alive!"

This is blatant abuse and threats.

They even abandoned the most basic decorum of officialdom.

These are the so-called "official wives," who are used to acting arrogantly and domineering, and think that the whole world should revolve around them.

Looking at the recording icon flashing on her phone screen, Liu Ming's smile turned somewhat cold.

He didn't retaliate with insults.

That's something only a shrew would do.

He spoke into the microphone in an extremely calm, almost indifferent tone:

"Madam, please watch your words."

"This is a government office, not a vegetable market, and certainly not your backyard."

"I have recorded every word you just said. If you continue to unreasonably interfere with my normal work and make personal attacks, I reserve the right to submit this recording to the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection, and... post it on the Internet."

"You...you dare to record this?"

Wu Xiufang on the other end of the phone was clearly caught off guard by this move. Her arrogance momentarily faltered, followed by an even more frantic roar: "You dare threaten me? You've gone too far! You just wait! Old Li, he..."

"beep."

Liu Ming tapped her finger and hung up the phone.

The world became quiet instantly.

He casually saved and backed up the recording file, then sent it to "Ghost Hand".

"Help me investigate this Wu Xiufang, and her good nephew Wang Ergou, to see how much shit they have under their asses."

"Roger that, boss!"

After doing all this, Liu Ming took a sip of the now-cold tea and looked out the window at the bustling park.

This is more than just stirring up a hornet's nest.

This has clearly offended these parasites... their very lungs.

……

"Bang!"

On the top floor, the door to the director's office was pushed open forcefully.

Wang Dawei strode in with a livid face, forgetting to even knock.

His secretary behind him looked terrified, clearly having failed to stop him.

"Liu Ming!"

Wang Dawei walked to Liu Ming's desk, placed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and his usually smiling eyes were now filled with suppressed anger and... anxiety.

"What exactly do you want?"

"All afternoon! The entire afternoon! My phone was ringing off the hook! People from the city, the district, various bureaus... everyone was asking me if things were about to change in the High-tech Zone?"

Wang Dawei was really anxious.

Just now, even Vice Mayor Li personally called him. Although he didn't say it explicitly, the warning he received made him break out in a cold sweat.

This Liu Ming is such a troublemaker!

"Secretary Wang, calm down."

Liu Ming didn't get up, but simply pointed to the chair opposite her, "Sit down and talk. Don't get agitated; getting angry is bad for your health."

How could I not be excited?

Wang Dawei didn't sit down; instead, he pointed at Liu Ming's nose and spat as he spoke.

"Are you genuinely clueless or just pretending? Every single person on that list has connections. If you offend them all, how are you going to carry out your work in the future?"

"We are engaged in economic development, not class struggle! What we need is stability, harmony, and unity!"

He took a deep breath and tried to make his tone sound like that of a wise and respected elder.

"Xiao Liu, I understand you're young and energetic. Wanting to achieve something and establish your authority is normal. But everything should be done in moderation; too much of anything is bad!"

"Water that is too clear has no fish, and a person who is too discerning has no followers. Don't you understand this principle?"

"What you're doing is undermining team unity! You're pushing your colleagues to the opposite side! Who will dare to cooperate with you in the future?"

Wang Dawei stared intently at Liu Ming, his eyes filled with warning.

"Take my advice, withdraw that notice, and... find a reason to bring back a few of the dismissed people. Give everyone a way out, and this matter will be over. Otherwise..."

"What else can we do?"

Liu Ming finally raised her head and met Wang Dawei's gaze.

Those eyes were clear and sharp, like a freshly sharpened knife, showing no sign of compromise or retreat.

"Secretary Wang."

Liu Ming slowly stood up, his height advantage giving him a commanding presence that completely overwhelmed the short, stout middle-aged man in front of him.

"When you say 'unity,' do you mean unity with this group of long-term absentees, ghost employees, and undisciplined parasites?"

"When you say 'stability,' do you mean protecting the interests of those with connections even if it means paralyzing operations?"

"If that's the case..."

Liu Ming smiled, a smile that carried a chilling resolve.

"Then we don't need this 'unity'."

"As for how to carry out the work..."

He picked up the thick personnel roster from the table and patted it gently.

"Clearing up this garbage frees up space, making it a good opportunity for people who really want to get things done and are capable of doing it to step up."

"Secretary Wang, the High-tech Zone belongs to the country and the people, not to anyone's private property."

"Since I'm sitting in this position and receiving this salary, I have to live up to this uniform and the Party emblem."

"I've already started this fire."

"Before it's completely burned..."

Liu Ming looked at Wang Dawei, whose face had turned deathly pale, and said, word by word:

"No one can destroy it."