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A 30-year-old deputy minister, a 32-year-old minister.

The youngest head of a municipality in history.

When these labels were simultaneously attached to Liu Ming, the entire official and business circles of Haishi were instantly thrown into an uproar, as if a depth charge had been dropped on them.

"The baby secretary."

This was the nickname given to Liu Ming in the private circles of Shanghai's officialdom. In the eyes of those gray-haired veterans who had spent most of their lives struggling within the system, a 32-year-old young man, no matter how powerful his background or how ruthless his methods, was nothing more than a greenhorn who hadn't even grown his hair yet.

How deep is the water in Haishi? It's a place where even high-ranking officials from the city have to go through a lot. How can a young man like him possibly hold his own?

This disdain and xenophobia were on full display on Liu Ming's very first day in office.

Municipal Party Committee Building, Conference Room No. 1.

The expanded meeting of the Standing Committee was scheduled to begin at 9:00 a.m. However, when the clock on the wall pointed to 9:10 a.m., there were still three empty seats in the meeting room.

Liu Ming sat at the head of the long table, flipping through a document in her hand, her face expressionless.

The municipal party committee secretary-general, who was in charge of meeting discipline, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and cautiously leaned close to Liu Ming's ear: "Secretary Liu, Mayor Zhao and his team went to inspect the Nansha Port project. There might be some traffic on the way. How about... we wait a bit longer?"

"wait?"

Liu Ming closed the file, looked up, and a cold sneer flashed in her deep eyes.

"When I, Liu Ming, hold meetings, I never wait for others."

He glanced at his watch, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable authority: "9:15. If these three comrades haven't arrived by then, they don't need to come. Have the disciplinary committee members invite them for tea and ask them whether inspecting the project is more important, or the municipal party committee's standing committee meeting."

The moment those words were spoken, the air in the conference room froze.

Everyone looked at each other, not daring to even breathe loudly.

That's way too arrogant!

Those are the mayor and two powerful standing committee members! He actually wants to directly use the disciplinary committee to investigate them?

The secretary-general was so frightened his legs went weak. He quickly pulled out his phone and frantically dialed a number. Before he could even get through, the conference room door was pushed open.

Zhao Dehan, accompanied by two other standing committee members, walked in, both covered in sweat.

"Oh dear, Secretary Liu, I'm so sorry. There was a sudden situation at Nansha Port that caused the delay." Zhao Dehan said as he walked to his seat. Although his face was apologetic, his eyes revealed a calm and composed demeanor.

He wanted to use this method to tell Liu Ming that in Haishi, without Zhao Dehan's approval, her Standing Committee meeting simply couldn't be held.

"Please sit down."

Liu Ming didn't delve into it, simply uttering two words.

After sitting down, Zhao Dehan picked up his teacup and looked at Liu Ming with a leisurely air. He wanted to see what tricks this legendary "God of Slaughter" could use against the arrogant and fierce soldiers of Haishi.

"The purpose of this expanded meeting of the Standing Committee today is only one thing."

Liu Ming crossed her arms and placed them on the table, her gaze sweeping across the room.

"The future of the city."

He didn't produce any scripts; he simply gestured to the tank behind him to turn on the projector.

On the screen appeared a PowerPoint presentation that was over a hundred pages long. The cover prominently displayed eight characters: "[Shanghai's Ten-Year Development Plan Outline]".

"This is a preliminary plan I've made over the past two days, based on Haishi's economic data from the past five years and the central government's strategic positioning of Haishi."

Liu Ming stood up, took the laser pointer, and pointed at the shocking data on the screen, his voice deep and powerful.

"Shanghai's GDP is indeed very high, but we can't just look at the overall picture. Look at these figures: real estate and financial derivatives account for more than 60% of the city's total economy! Meanwhile, the real manufacturing industry and high-tech industries are shrinking. Capital is circulating aimlessly in the financial system, and the growth of ordinary people's income is far behind the soaring housing prices."

"Is this what you call prosperity? This is a bubble!"

Liu Ming's voice suddenly rose in pitch, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, making everyone present's eardrums buzz.

Therefore, the core of this ten-year plan can be summed up in just four words: shift from virtual to real economy, and transform and upgrade industries!

"My plan is to tighten real estate credit in Shanghai over the next three years and crack down on speculation in school district housing. At the same time, I will allocate three prime plots of land in the suburbs to develop three national-level high-tech industrial parks."

All policies, funding, and talent subsidies will be tilted towards cutting-edge fields such as semiconductors, artificial intelligence, and biomedicine!

"Any enterprise that attempts to use its monopolistic position to interfere with the market and hinder innovation, no matter how powerful its background or how large its size, will be thoroughly investigated and dealt with without leniency!"

The meeting room was deathly silent.

Everyone was stunned by Liu Ming's "ten-year plan".

This isn't a plan; it's clearly a declaration of war against the vested interests of Shanghai!

Tightening regulations on the real estate market? Cracking down on speculation? This would be tantamount to cutting off the financial lifeline of those local conglomerates in Shanghai! The interests involved amount to trillions of yuan, and the networks of connections involved are incredibly complex. How could Liu Ming, acting alone, dare to do this?

Zhao Dehan's expression finally changed.

He put down his teacup and stared at Liu Ming with a cold look in his eyes.

"Secretary Liu, isn't your plan a bit too radical?" Zhao Dehan's voice trembled slightly. "Hai City's economic structure is a product of history; changing one part can have far-reaching consequences. If we follow your plan, Hai City's real estate market could collapse. Who will be responsible for the resulting financial crisis?"

"I'll take responsibility."

Liu Ming looked at Zhao Dehan and uttered three words decisively.

"Shanghai is the economic heart of China. If a tumor grows in that heart, are we just going to let it spread throughout the body without removing it?"

He walked to the conference table, placed his hands on it, and the terrifying aura forged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood instantly enveloped the entire conference room.

"I don't care about the old rules of Haishi, nor who's involved. From today onwards, this plan is Haishi's highest directive!"

"Who's in favor? Who's opposed?"

Liu Ming's gaze was like a knife, fiercely scraping across the faces of everyone present.

No one speaks.

Under this suffocating pressure, even Zhao Dehan subconsciously avoided Liu Ming's gaze.

They finally realized that the person sitting in front of them was not a "childish secretary" who could be easily manipulated.

It is not a tiger, but a tiger that has truly bared its fangs and is ready to wreak havoc!

The officials in Haishi knew.

The wolf is coming.