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

Monday morning at 9:00 AM, in the multi-functional auditorium of the High-tech Zone Management Committee.

This was the highest-level meeting of all cadres in the High-tech Zone. The stage was filled with members of the leadership team of the Party Working Committee and the Management Committee, while hundreds of middle-level cadres and staff members sat below. The air was filled with a mixture of the smell of air conditioning and cheap air freshener, as well as the drowsy, oppressive atmosphere typical of government offices.

Wang Dawei sat in the center of the stage, holding a microphone, spitting as he spoke.

He had dyed his hair today, looking radiant, as if the arrogance he had been suppressed by Liu Ming a few days ago had resurfaced. This was because Vice Mayor Li had reassured him last night, saying that as long as that "accident" happened, the High-tech Zone would still belong to them.

"Comrades! Recently, some worrying trends have emerged in our district!"

Wang Dawei tapped the table, glancing meaningfully at Liu Ming, who was sitting next to him, looking down at her notebook.

"Some people, relying on their youth and some small achievements, start to become arrogant and engage in individual heroism! This trend must be resolutely stopped! We are an organization that emphasizes collective leadership and unity, not any individual's independent kingdom!"

The people in the audience looked at each other, and everyone could tell who was being targeted.

Some people gloated, thinking that Liu Ming, the deputy director, was too arrogant and would finally be dealt with; others were secretly worried, such as Chen Momo, who was sitting in the corner with her palms sweating.

Liu Ming acted as if she hadn't heard him.

He simply watched the teacup in front of him quietly, the tea leaves inside unfurling and floating in the hot water.

He is waiting.

Waiting for a rain, a downpour enough to wash away the filth of the entire Ningzhou officialdom.

"Regarding the work discipline for the next step, I would like to emphasize three points again..." Wang Dawei continued to talk incessantly, immersed in the illusion of having great power.

Just then.

"Bang--!!!"

A dull, loud bang abruptly interrupted Wang Dawei's speech.

The heavy double doors of the auditorium were suddenly pushed open from the outside, and the echo of them hitting the wall lingered in the empty hall for a long time.

Everyone was startled and turned to look.

A group of people stood backlit at the entrance.

They were all wearing dark jackets, with Party badges pinned to their chests, their faces stern, their eyes piercing. The leader was a burly man, carrying a black briefcase, exuding a suffocating, chilling aura that only those who had long worked on the front lines of discipline possessed.

Zhao Tiejun, Director of the First Discipline Inspection and Supervision Office of the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection.

Wang Dawei was stunned. His hand holding the microphone froze in mid-air, and his mind went blank.

Before he could react, Zhao Tiejun had already led his men, walking steadily and powerfully onto the stage. The sound of their footsteps, "tap, tap, tap," was like each step on Wang Dawei's heartbeat.

"Wang Dawei".

Zhao Tiejun walked to the head of the table, not even glancing at the security guard who tried to get up to stop him, and directly pulled out an A4 sheet of paper with a bright red seal from his briefcase.

"I am Zhao Tiejun from the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection."

"With the approval of the Provincial Party Committee, the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection has decided to initiate an investigation into your suspected serious violations of discipline and law."

"Come with us."

The sound wasn't loud, and there was no amplifier, but it was like a thunderclap, instantly exploding throughout the entire auditorium!

At that moment, the hundreds of people in the audience felt as if they had been collectively choked, and even their breathing stopped.

The Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection?!

An investigation has been initiated?!

And the top leader was taken away right there at a district-wide cadre meeting, in front of hundreds of eyes?!

This is unprecedented in the history of Ningzhou High-tech Zone!

"You...you all..."

The microphone in Wang Dawei's hand fell to the table with a clatter, emitting a piercing whistling sound. He seemed to have his spine ripped out, slumping into the large leather chair, his face instantly turning ashen, his lips trembling, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"I...I need to call Mayor Li...I need to..."

"Li Jianguo?"

Zhao Tiejun looked at him coldly, a mocking smile curving his lips.

"No need to fight anymore."

"His current situation is no better than yours."

……

Meanwhile, in Ningzhou city, at Building No. 1 of the Municipal Party Committee Family Compound.

Executive Vice Mayor Li Jianguo was sitting on the sofa in the living room, leisurely reading the newspaper, when the housekeeper brought him a bowl of steaming bird's nest porridge.

He was in a good mood today. According to the plan, that annoying Liu Ming from the High-tech Zone should encounter an "accident" today. Once that thorn in his side was removed, his position in Ningzhou would be as secure as Mount Tai.

"Ding-dong."

Doorbell rang.

"Go open the door, it's probably Old Zhang delivering some documents," Li Jianguo ordered without looking up.

The nanny wiped her hands, went over and opened the door.

However, the person standing outside the door was not Secretary Zhang.

Instead, it was a group of fully armed people with serious expressions.

"You..." The nanny was about to ask when she was gently pushed away.

Is Li Jianguo home?

The leader showed his identification—the Discipline Inspection Commission of the Jiangnan Provincial Committee of the Communist Party of China.

Hearing the commotion, Li Jianguo put down his newspaper with some displeasure and looked over with a frown: "What's all the noise about? No manners at all..."

His words caught in his throat before he could finish speaking.

He saw the ID card, and he also saw those cold, stern faces.

The newspaper in my hand fluttered to the ground.

"Comrade Li Jianguo."

The person walked up to him, speaking calmly yet with an irresistible air of authority.

"Regarding the unfinished 'Jinxiu Tiandi' building project, and your alleged possession of a huge amount of unexplained wealth, abuse of power, and other issues, please cooperate with our investigation."

"Please."

Li Jianguo opened his mouth, looking at the bowl of bird's nest porridge he hadn't had a chance to drink yet, and suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of absurdity and coldness.

It’s over.

That kid he thought was already crushed in the mud actually... reached the heavens.

He slowly stood up, his once straight back instantly hunching over, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

"Let me... change my clothes."

"No need."

The person coldly refused him, saying, "The car is already downstairs."

……

High-tech Zone, Auditorium.

Wang Dawei was dragged out by two discipline inspection officials, one on each side.

His legs went weak and he could not walk at all. His eyes, which had once been so arrogant in the High-tech Zone, were now filled with endless fear and despair.

Until his figure disappeared through the doorway, until the black sedan with the words "Disciplinary Committee" printed on it sped away.

The auditorium remained deathly silent.

Everyone remained in the same position, their minds blank.

Shocked!

It’s too shocking!

One second the top leader was on stage, pointing out the country and reprimanding his subordinates, and the next second he was a prisoner. This huge contrast made everyone in the system feel a chill that went deep into their bones.

Heaven has changed.

The sky over Ningzhou has truly changed.

After a long while, people slowly came to their senses and their eyes unconsciously turned to the podium.

There was another person sitting there.

—Liu Ming.

From the moment Zhao Tiejun entered the room, to the reading of the decision, and then to Wang Dawei being taken away.

Liu Ming remained seated, neither getting up nor speaking, and her expression remained completely unchanged.

He simply watched it all unfold quietly, as if he were watching a movie whose ending he had already anticipated.

He reached out, picked up the teacup in front of him, and gently blew on the tea leaves floating on the surface of the water.

Then, he took a slow, deliberate sip.

"Gulp."

The sound of swallowing was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent auditorium.

The soft sound was like a heavy hammer blow, striking everyone's heart hard.

Everyone stared at the young figure, their eyes filled with awe, fear, and deep respect.

This is Liu Ming.

This is the legendary "Liu Qingtian".

Immovable as a mountain, but when it moves, it is like thunder.

In the midst of laughter and conversation, the enemy's ships and towers were reduced to ashes.

Liu Ming put down his teacup and calmly surveyed the entire room. The hundreds of pairs of eyes that had been observing, even somewhat disdainful, now all lowered their heads, and no one dared to meet his gaze.

"Let's adjourn the meeting."

Liu Ming said three words calmly, then stood up, picked up her notebook, and walked off the stage with composure.

His back was as straight as a pine tree, and his steps were steady and powerful.

Behind him lay the entire Ningzhou High-tech Zone, a relic of an old era…

End.