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

Ningzhou Municipal Party Committee, top floor of Building A.

The secretary's office door was tightly closed, but the oppressive atmosphere seemed to seep out through the heavy mahogany door.

Executive Vice Mayor Li Jianguo sat on the sofa, his face ashen, the teacup in his hand trembling slightly. He had lost his usual composure, and his usually half-closed eyes were now bloodshot with anger and embarrassment.

"Playing the piano haphazardly! It's utterly nonsensical!"

Li Jianguo slammed his teacup down on the coffee table, splashing tea that soaked the expensive carpet.

"Secretary Feng, you have to do something about this! This Liu Ming, he's only been in the High-tech Zone for a few days, and he's already caused a huge mess! Arresting people, sealing off doors, beating people! Is this how state cadres behave? This is nothing short of banditry! It's warlord-style behavior!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, spittle flying everywhere.

"My spouse was wrong; he got a little emotional. But without even asking what happened, he ordered the special police to arrest him and labeled him 'picking quarrels and provoking trouble'! This isn't just a slap in my face; it's a slap in the face to the entire Ningzhou Municipal Party Committee!"

Feng Jiang remained silent behind his desk.

He held a red and blue pencil in his hand, his gaze calmly fixed on a document in front of him. It was a "statement of the situation" handed over overnight by Wang Dawei, the director of the High-tech Zone Management Committee, which implied in every line that Liu Ming had "undermined unity" and "exacerbated the conflict."

Seeing that Feng Jiang did not express his opinion, Li Jianguo assumed that the secretary was also dissatisfied with this, and became even more emboldened.

"Secretary, the High-tech Zone is a vital economic hub, and a relaxed environment is essential. If he does this, who will dare to invest here in the future? The business owners and veteran comrades are already full of complaints! I suggest that Liu Ming be immediately suspended from his post and ordered to reflect on his actions!"

"Are you done talking?"

Feng Jiang finally put down his pen.

He raised his head, his deep eyes revealing neither joy nor anger, and merely glanced at Li Jianguo indifferently.

"Congwen, show the things to Vice Mayor Li."

"Yes."

Standing to the side, Secretary-General Shen Congwen expressionlessly took out a tablet computer, opened a video, and handed it to Li Jianguo.

The video shows the farce that took place in the High-tech Zone lobby yesterday morning.

The picture quality is high-definition and the sound recording is perfect.

Wu Xiufang's arrogant and domineering face, her shrewish behavior of pointing her finger at Liu Ming and cursing in the street, and her words "My husband is the vice mayor, let's see who dares to touch me" echoed in the quiet office, sounding particularly jarring.

Li Jianguo's face turned pale instantly.

He never expected that Liu Ming, that little bastard, would actually dare to leak such a video to the municipal party secretary!

"Is this what you mean by 'emotionally agitated'?"

Feng Jiang's voice was soft, yet it sounded like a muffled thunderclap.

"Is this what you mean by 'putting the big picture first'?"

"Comrade Li Jianguo, you're a veteran Party member. Look at your family members, what kind of behavior do they have? What do they think the government offices are? A vegetable market? Or Wu Xiufang's personal fiefdom?"

"Bang!"

Feng Jiang slammed his hand on the table!

The loud noise startled Li Jianguo so much that he almost slipped off the sofa.

"In my opinion, Liu Ming did a good job! She made the right move!"

Feng Jiang stood up, pointed at Li Jianguo's nose, and roared in fury.

"If we don't arrest them, that would be utterly absurd! If we don't arrest them, what will the people think of us? They'll say we're protecting each other! They'll say we're rotten to the core!"

"You still have the nerve to come and complain? Let me tell you, the disciplinary committee has already intervened in this matter! They're not only investigating your wife, but also you! Let's see who's been fostering this arrogant and domineering atmosphere!"

Li Jianguo was completely dumbfounded.

He originally intended to use this as an excuse to get rid of Liu Ming and, incidentally, get his wife out of trouble.

Unexpectedly, the kick hit a steel plate, not only failing to injure Liu Ming in the slightest, but also getting himself caught in the crossfire!

"Secretary...I...I didn't know anything about it...I'll definitely discipline them strictly when I get back..."

"go out!"

Feng Jiang waved his hand, not even bothering to look at him again.

Li Jianguo left the office in a disheveled and humiliating manner, like a dog that has lost its home.

The door closed.

Feng Jiang's angry expression vanished instantly. He sat back down in his chair, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

"Congwen, what's that little guy doing right now?"

Shen Congwen stepped forward, poured Feng Jiang some more water, and said with a smile, "I heard he's checking the accounts at the High-tech Zone canteen. He said he wants to make sure every penny spent on groceries is accounted for, so the employees don't have to eat 'food without knowing the difference.'"

"Hmph, slippery."

Feng Jiang chuckled and cursed, but he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

"This kid is even more ruthless and shrewd than I imagined. This 'killing the chicken to scare the monkey' move was brilliant. He not only cleaned up his own ranks but also established his authority and gave that old fox Li Jianguo a good talking-to."

"Secretary, how... should we express our stance?" Shen Congwen asked tentatively.

"Make a statement?"

Feng Jiang pondered for a moment, then took a pen from the pen holder and wrote a few words on a piece of sticky paper.

"Take this to him."

……

High-tech Zone, Logistics Service Center.

Liu Ming was frowning as she looked at a pile of invoices.

This accounting is terrible, full of loopholes, it's an insult to his intelligence.

"Ring ring ring".

The phone rang; it was Shen Congwen.

Liu Ming answered the phone calmly: "Secretary Shen, am I supposed to pack my bags and get out of here?"

"Get lost?"

On the other end of the phone, Shen Congwen's voice sounded relaxed and cheerful.

"Director Liu, you're overthinking it. Secretary Feng asked me to pass on a message to you."

"What did you say?"

"Four words—Go for it."

Liu Ming held her phone, paused for a moment, then the corners of her mouth slowly widened, finally turning into a bright smile.

These four words are more effective than any commendation order.

This is the imperial sword.

It is the highest level of authorization.

This means that from this moment on, he has the privilege of acting first and reporting later in the High-tech Zone!

"Please thank the secretary for me."

Liu Ming hung up the phone and threw it on the table with a crisp "smack".

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at the bustling park below. The last trace of worry in his eyes vanished completely.

Now that we have the imperial sword in hand...

There are some accounts that need to be settled properly.

"Chen Momo!"

Liu Ming called out towards the door.

"arrive!"

Chen Momo rushed in, clutching a folder, looking at him with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

Liu Ming turned around, her gaze sharp as a knife, pointing directly at the pile of tattered tents.

"Notify the audit bureau to bring a professional accounting team and move in immediately."

"Get me a complete record of all the accounts from these past three years, down to the last single roll of toilet paper!"

"besides."

Liu Ming narrowed his eyes, his voice low and dangerous.

"Notify Wang Dawei to inform all current middle-level and above managers."

"Meeting in ten minutes."

Tell them that anyone who dares to be late doesn't need to come at all.

"This time, I'm going to show them what... a thorough cleaning really means."