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

The National Development and Reform Commission building is located on the West Second Ring Road in the city.

Office of the Deputy Director, Department of High-Tech Industries.

Zhao Ruihu stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the endless stream of cars below. His face, which bore a seven-tenths resemblance to Zhao Ruilong but was more gloomy, was covered with a coldness like frost.

On the table was a newly printed internal notice.

—Liu Ming is about to take office.

"Brother, you have to avenge me!"

On the other end of the phone came Zhao Ruilong's cries filled with resentment and bitterness. Although he had been rescued, due to the disastrous defeat in that financial war, he had been completely marginalized by his family and had become a useless person whom anyone could trample on.

"That bastard surnamed Liu! He not only ruined my future, but also destroyed the Zhao family's decades-long foundation in Jiangnan Province! You can't just let him get away with this!"

"Shut up!"

Zhao Ruihu coldly interrupted his brother's roar, his voice carrying a chilling coldness.

"What kind of behavior is this, crying and sobbing like that? It's embarrassing!"

"Don't worry, I'll remember your grudge. No one has ever dared to steal anything that belongs to Zhao Ruihu."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Ruihu's eyes became even more fierce.

He is different from Zhao Ruilong.

Zhao Ruilong is a good-for-nothing who only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun, and who bullies others by relying on his power.

But he, Zhao Ruihu, was the true... hero of the Zhao family in this generation.

Unlike other privileged sons of officials who simply coasted along, he climbed his way up step by step from the bottom, using his skills and cunning to rise to the position of deputy director within the treacherous National Development and Reform Commission.

What he's better at isn't fighting and killing.

Instead, they use "rules" to kill.

"Liu Ming..."

As Zhao Ruihu uttered the name, a cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips.

He turned on the office internal phone.

"Feed? Is that Xiao Li?"

"it's me."

"Tomorrow, the new Director Liu will be reporting for duty."

"Is the office setup complete?"

A similarly cold voice came from the other end of the phone: "Don't worry, Brother Tiger. It's all arranged. The top floor, the one with the best south-facing view. The cleaning lady has already cleaned it three times."

"Hmm." Zhao Ruihu nodded, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table.

"Then...where are they?"

"Who is it?"

"When a director takes office, there always needs to be a few people to serve tea and water and run errands, right?" Zhao Ruihu's tone was very calm.

"The High-Tech Division has five sections and over fifty people. We can't just let him, a lone commander, give orders to nothing, can we?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

A long silence.

After a long silence, the man named Xiao Li finally answered in a voice filled with awe and...excitement:

"Brother Tiger, I understand."

"I guarantee that when Director Liu comes tomorrow..."

"He can't even find a ghost to pour him water."

"very good."

Zhao Ruihu hung up the phone.

He walked back to the window and looked at the red walls and green tiles in the distance, which looked particularly solemn in the setting sun.

A smile, like that of a hunter determined to succeed, appeared on his face.

Liu Ming, aren't you supposed to be awesome?

Don't you have powerful connections?

Ok.

I'd like to see.

You're just a nobody, a "newcomer from out of town".

In front of me, a "local tyrant" who has been operating for over a decade.

In my National Development and Reform Commission, which I have already built into an impregnable fortress.

How dare you use your fists and feet?

How did you manage to sit so comfortably on your director's throne?

Don't you like to flip tables?

I won't even leave you a table!

Zhao Ruihu sneered, picked up a cigar from the table, cut it open, and lit it.

Thick smoke rose into the room, obscuring his狰狞 face, which was full of conspiracy and scheming.

"Liu Ming..."

"Welcome to..."

"...My world."

"We've entered this building."

"I'll make sure you can't even touch an official seal."