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

The first lesson of the new semester was routine: self-introduction.

The atmosphere in the lecture hall of the provincial Party School's training program for young and middle-aged cadres was somewhat subtle.

The fifty trainees were arranged in a "回" shape according to the number of strokes in their surnames. On the podium, Han Zhengyang, the class teacher and executive vice president of the provincial party school, was smiling as he looked at the group of future regional officials below the stage, his eyes like those of someone looking at a crop of thriving leeks.

Liu Ming sat in an inconspicuous corner, observing this "old friend" with great interest.

That's right, Han Zhengyang is the important figure he casually saved on the highway last time.

Judging from the other person's expression, they didn't seem to recognize him. That's right, he was covered in oil stains that day, a stark contrast to his current sharp suit.

"...My name is Sun Jianjun, I come from Donghai City, and I am currently the Deputy Director of the Customs Anti-Smuggling Bureau..."

"My name is Wu Fang, and I'm from the Provincial Women's Federation, where I serve as the Minister of Publicity..."

One after another, they were all genuine, powerful, division-level cadres.

These people, in their own territories, would be figures of absolute authority. But here, everyone put aside their usual official airs, each one as humble as a recent college graduate, speaking with impeccable discretion, demonstrating their qualifications without offending anyone.

It was Zhao Ruilong's turn.

He straightened his expensive Armani suit, stood up with an air of innate superiority on his face.

"Hello everyone, teachers. My name is Zhao Ruilong, and I come from the Provincial Development and Reform Commission. I am currently the Director of the High-Tech Industry Division."

His voice wasn't loud, but the confidence of the "Zhao family of the capital" that he spoke made many people in the room sit up straight.

"I hope to become friends with everyone during these three months of study. If you ever need my help in the province, just let me know."

These words were spoken both politely and domineeringly.

It both won over the hearts of the people and demonstrated its strength.

This drew enthusiastic applause.

Zhang Dapao muttered to Liu Ming, "Look at this act, so convincing. So what if she has a good dad?"

Liu Ming smiled but didn't say anything.

Finally, it was his turn.

"Next up is Comrade Liu Ming."

The moment Liu Ming stood up, almost everyone's eyes turned to her.

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Curiosity, scrutiny, jealousy, and even a hint of undisguised hostility.

There's nothing we can do; he's too young.

Among this group of middle-aged "elites" with an average age of nearly forty, his twenty-seven-year-old face stood out conspicuously, like a husky that had infiltrated a pack of wolves.

"Hello everyone, teachers and students."

Liu Ming walked up to the podium, and instead of standing still like the others, she walked to the center of the podium and calmly scanned the entire audience.

"My name is Liu Ming, I come from Ningzhou City, and I am currently the director of the High-tech Zone Management Committee."

His self-introduction was extremely simple.

He didn't mention his education, his previous experience, or his "great achievements" that he could boast about for half his life.

This kind of "reverse showing off" only made the seasoned veterans in the audience even more confused.

"Finished?"

Class teacher Han Zhengyang looked at him and asked with a smile, "Comrade Liu Ming, why don't you introduce yourself more? I've heard that your reputation in Ningzhou is greater than all of ours combined."

These words were met with good-natured laughter from the audience.

Zhao Ruilong sneered without any attempt to hide it, his eyes seeming to say: What kind of fame can a local bumpkin have?

Looking at Han Zhengyang's familiar face, Liu Ming knew exactly what was going on. This old fox was flattering him, but also...testing him.

"Principal Han, you flatter me." Liu Ming smiled politely. "Reputation is meaningless; what truly matters is doing practical things for the people."

"I'm not good with words, but since I've come to the Party School, I'm here to learn. I hope the teachers and seniors will give me their guidance over the next three months."

After he finished speaking, he bowed deeply to the audience.

His posture was humble, sincere, and impeccable.

He was neither timid because of his youth nor arrogant because of his achievements.

His composure and shrewdness made many of the veteran cadres in the audience, who had previously harbored resentment towards him, nod in approval.

This kid is something else.

Only Zhao Ruilong, looking at the composed figure on the stage, had an even deeper chill in his eyes.

He felt like he had encountered a fox in sheep's clothing.

Han Zhengyang pushed up his reading glasses, and a growing interest flashed in his cloudy yet piercing eyes.

interesting.

That's so interesting.

This young man was completely different from the "King of Soldiers" he had seen on the highway that day, who was covered in blood and decisive in killing.

How many faces does he actually have?

……

After the opening ceremony, there is free time.

Liu Ming instantly became the "focus" of the entire class.

"Director Liu! It's a pleasure to meet you! I'm from the Provincial Department of Transportation, and I've heard so much about you!"

"Brother Liu! How about we have dinner together tonight? It's on me!"

A group of people surrounded him, three layers deep.

There are people I genuinely want to befriend, like Zhang Dapao, a "pragmatist."

There were seasoned officials who wanted to investigate his background and find out the depth of the "Lin family" behind him.

Several attractive female section chiefs from provincial government agencies looked at Liu Ming as if she were a walking piece of Tang Monk's flesh.

Liu Ming handled the situation with ease and confidence.

He was neither overly enthusiastic nor overly indifferent.

Maintain a proper distance and respect for everyone.

His impeccable social skills secretly alarmed many who wanted to see him fail.

Zhao Ruilong, surrounded by another group of people, stood not far away, coldly watching this scene.

"Brother Long, this kid's got some skills, he knows how to build connections." A follower next to him said sourly.

"Building connections?"

Zhao Ruilong chuckled and swirled the wine glass in his hand.

"A bunch of sycophants and opportunists. Does he really think he can run rampant in the provincial capital just because of his connections with the Lin family?"

"He's too naive."

Zhao Ruilong narrowed his eyes, his gaze like that of a venomous snake about to emerge from its hole.

"This is Jiangnan Province, not the capital."

"Here, the Lin family's word doesn't count."

"Only those surnamed Luo have the final say."

He looked at the figure surrounded by admirers, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"Just wait and see."

"These three months are a long time."

"I'll show him what it means... even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake."