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

Monday morning.

The internal office system of the Jiangnan Provincial Party Committee and Provincial Government was updated precisely at 8:00 AM.

That vibrant red color danced across countless computer screens. It represented the "red-headed document," a document imbued with power and will.

In just a few minutes, the entire office building was like a deep pool where a giant rock had been thrown in, creating ripples that were visible to the naked eye and suffocating.

Everyone froze in their tracks.

A secretary holding a cup of coffee, a clerk carrying documents, and a department head adjusting his tie.

Their eyes were all fixed on that line of bold, black characters.

—Notice regarding the appointment and removal of Comrade Liu Ming.

[With the approval of the Central Committee, Comrade Liu Ming has been appointed Director-General of the High-Tech Industries Department of the National Development and Reform Commission, and relieved of his post as Deputy Director of the Jiangnan Provincial Development and Reform Commission.]

Dead silence.

A deathly silence.

Immediately following was a tidal wave of suppressed gasps.

"Director..."

An elderly section chief pushed up his reading glasses, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"A director-general at the National Development and Reform Commission... that's a full-fledged department-level position."

"How old is he? I remember the file says... thirty years old?"

"Not even thirty! To be precise, he's twenty-nine years and eight months old!" A deputy director next to him swallowed hard, feeling his throat parched.

A 30-year-old official in the provincial government.

He still holds an important position as a director at the National Development and Reform Commission, which is known as the "mini-State Council."

This news was like a heavy hammer blow, shattering everyone's preconceived notions about "promotion in officialdom".

In the official hierarchy of China, the rank of director-general is a huge hurdle.

Countless people strive their entire lives, and if they can manage to become a deputy inspector (with the待遇 of a deputy director-general) by the time they retire, they are considered extremely lucky.

But Liu Ming, at the age of thirty, had already reached the finish line that most people dream of.

No.

That's not the end.

That was the starting point for him to formally enter the core power circle of the Republic.

……

"He's gone mad, completely mad."

In his office at the Provincial Department of Finance, Old Sun looked at the screen, shook his head with a wry smile.

He recalled that three months ago, he had tried to take advantage of his age in front of this young man.

I remember thinking back then that "turning things around in March" was a huge joke.

In retrospect, he himself was the laughingstock.

"This isn't like riding a rocket," Old Sun muttered to himself, his eyes filled with dejection. "This is clearly a direct orbital docking in space."

Meanwhile, at the Provincial Party Committee Organization Department.

Vice Minister Han Wenzheng stood by the window, looking down at the cadres below who were walking hurriedly and had strange expressions.

He was holding a newly printed resume of Liu Ming in his hand.

It started with the position of deputy county head in Qingyun County.

The top official of Ningzhou High-tech Zone.

Head of the Economic Reform Leading Group of Jiangnan Province.

Deputy Director of the Provincial Development and Reform Commission.

Now... he's going to Beijing to take charge of the nation's scientific and technological lifeline.

Every step of this series of footprints has been in step with the pulse of the times. Every step has carried a thunderous force worthy of being recorded in history.

"Record broken."

Han Wenzheng murmured softly, a look of unprecedented solemnity flashing in his eyes.

"In the past few decades in Jiangnan Province, no, in the past few decades since the founding of the People's Republic of China, such a speed of promotion is unparalleled except for the founding generation of martyrs."

This is more than just an honor.

This is a signal.

This is the highest level's final affirmation of Jiangnan Province's "surgical" anti-corruption campaign and "self-destructive" reforms.

It also serves as a public announcement to the world that the man named Liu Ming has officially taken over the baton of being a national hero.

……

At this time, in Office 418 of the National Development and Reform Commission.

The clamor outside and the almost roof-lifting discussions seemed to be shut out by the heavy mahogany door.

Liu Ming was sitting behind her desk.

In front of him was a black tactical backpack.

There were no piles of congratulatory gifts, nor any groups coming to curry favor. This was because Chen Momo and Longya's men had already secured the entire corridor; without Liu Ming's approval, even the vice governor couldn't get in.

Liu Ming's fingers lightly traced the surface of the table, touching the enamel mug whose paint had chipped off.

He smiled and stuffed it into the side pocket of his backpack.

"Director... no, Director Liu."

Chen Momo pushed open the door and came in, her eyes red-rimmed. She was carrying a stack of neatly arranged personal belongings, and every step she took seemed particularly heavy.

She looked at the man.

Watching him transform from an "archives clerk" ridiculed by everyone into the focus of the world today.

"Have you packed everything up?" Liu Ming looked up at her.

"It's all safe." Chen sniffed, fighting back tears. "Your books, Father's photo, and... and that knife. They're all in that tactical case."

"Why are you crying?"

Liu Ming walked over and gently patted her shoulder.

"I've already settled things in Ningzhou. You're coming with me to the capital this time, to the ministries. The environment there is much more complicated than here. You're my chief steward, so if you start crying first, I'll be thrown into a panic."

"I...I didn't cry." Chen Momo stubbornly wiped away her tears, her eyes regaining their resolve. "I just feel that time has passed too quickly."

It was indeed very fast.

Before Liu Ming could even properly appreciate the red walls and green tiles of the provincial capital, she was about to head north again and step into that real battlefield.

"Boss, the car is downstairs."

Lone Wolf walked in, still dressed in his smart casual clothes, but the slight bulge at his waist indicated that he was on high alert.

"The perimeter has been cleared, and Elder Lin's guard company has taken over the route to the airport."

Liu Ming nodded and picked up the not-so-heavy backpack.

He looked around the office.

This place witnessed his final blow in killing Luo Binwang.

It also bears witness to the grand blueprint he drew up for this province.

Now, it's time to let go.

"Let's go."

Liu Ming uttered two words calmly and strode towards the door.

……

Outside the gate of the Provincial Development and Reform Commission.

There was no farewell ceremony as expected.

but.

The long street was lined with people.

There were officials from the Provincial Development and Reform Commission, business owners who rushed over after hearing the news, and even some ordinary people who traveled overnight from Ningzhou.

They didn't shout slogans.

There were no banners displayed.

They just stood there quietly.

As the black Hongqi sedan slowly drove out of the compound gate.

"Slap, slap, slap..."

A burst of crisp, rhythmic applause rang out from the crowd.

Then.

The applause was like thunder, spreading rapidly and finally coalescing into a force powerful enough to shake the heavens!

This is a tribute from Jiangnan Province.

This is the deepest farewell to the hero who saved the province's economy and spoke up for the people.

Liu Ming lowered the car window.

He looked out the window at the familiar and unfamiliar faces, all equally filled with gratitude.

He didn't wave.

He simply straightened his back and nodded slightly to the land where he had struggled and risked his life.

"I'm gone."

He said something to himself.

The wheels roll and accelerate.

The ancient and somber provincial capital gradually blurred in the rearview mirror.

In the north, clouds churned, that was the direction of the capital.

There, the fog deepens.

There are stronger competitors.

And so it was his ultimate fate.

Thirty years old, a senior official.

This was only the first step in his consolidation of power.

Liu Ming leaned back in her chair and took out an old photograph of her father from her pocket. In the photo, her father was still smiling gently in front of that red-walled building.

"dad."

"We're going back to the capital."

"Those old scores."

"I will do it one stroke at a time."

"Take it back myself."