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

It was already 5 p.m. when I left Xi Wanqing's office, close to the end of the workday.

No one knows what the two talked about in the office.

All that is known is that when Liu Ming came out, her expression remained calm. But when Xi Wanqing came out after her, there seemed to be a hint of indescribable complex emotion in her cold eyes.

When Liu Ming returned to the General Affairs Department, he was greeted by deathly silence and three pairs of completely different eyes.

Old Fan's eyes held a look of regret, as if to say, "It's over, this child is completely hopeless."

Lu Xiao Kui's eyes held a conflicted look of "admiration and worry".

As for Diao Deliang, the way he looked at Liu Ming was as if he were looking at a dead person.

If Diao Deliang's feelings towards Liu Ming were merely jealousy and exclusion before, then after Liu Ming openly "defected" to Xi Wanqing, these emotions had escalated to the level of "antagonistic contradictions."

Under Jia Zhengzhi's instructions, a "conspiracy" targeting Liu Ming officially began.

"Ahem!"

Diao Deliang cleared his throat, breaking the office's silence. He walked up to Liu Ming with a forced smile, pointed to the mountain of musty-smelling old papers in the corner, and said:

"Comrade Liu Ming, since you are so capable and so willing to share the burdens of the leadership, I will assign you a glorious yet arduous task."

He pointed to the pile of old documents taller than a person and said with a gloating tone, "See these? These are all the archived documents from our county party committee office since its establishment nearly ten years ago. Because of mismanagement before, they're now a complete mess."

"Director Jia instructed that all these documents must be reorganized, categorized, numbered, and cataloged within three days! How about it, is this task a good fit for you?"

When Fan Laogui heard this, he almost dropped the newspaper in his hand.

Ten years of records!

How many are there? More than a hundred thousand!

Let alone three days, even if you gave him three months, it would be impossible for one person to finish cleaning it!

This isn't just being given the cold shoulder; this is an impossible task!

Lu Xiao Kui's face turned red with anxiety. She wanted to say something for Liu Ming, but she didn't dare to.

Diao Deliang looked at Liu Ming, his smugness undisguised: "What? You don't dare to accept? If you were to beg me now, saying you're not capable enough, I might consider it..."

"no problem."

Liu Ming's two simple words effectively shut down Diao Deliang's next sentence.

"What did you say?" Diao Deliang wondered if he had misheard.

"I said, no problem." Liu Ming stood up, walked to the mountain of documents, and said calmly, "However, three days is too long."

"I can get it done tonight."

"What?!"

This time, not only Diao Deliang, but also Fan Laogui and Lu Xiaokui were so surprised that they stood up from their chairs.

One night?

How to sort out ten years' worth of files?

Is this kid crazy, or is he talking in his sleep?

Diao Deliang was taken aback at first, then burst into exaggerated laughter: "Hahahaha! Good! Good! Good! You've got guts! I'd like to see how you manage to get this done tonight!"

He was overjoyed.

That kid's a real hothead! He's just walking right into the line of fire!

I was originally planning to torture him slowly, but now it seems unnecessary. He's ruined himself!

"Alright! We'll wait and see!" Afraid Liu Ming would change her mind, Diao Deliang immediately said, "You can have the office key! I'll be here to check tomorrow morning at eight o'clock sharp!"

After saying that, he hummed a little tune triumphantly and was the first to leave work.

Lu Xiao Kui wanted to stay and help, but Liu Ming persuaded her to leave. Before leaving, Fan Lao Gui gave Liu Ming a deep look, sighed, and also left.

Soon, the huge office was left with only Liu Ming and the "graveyard of documents" in front of him, which looked like a small mountain.

Liu Ming did not act immediately.

He first had a simple dinner at the canteen, and then jogged five kilometers in the county committee compound to stretch his muscles.

At 7:00 sharp, he returned to his office.

Close the door and draw the curtains.

At that moment, his entire demeanor changed.

Those once calm eyes now gleamed with a precise and cool light, like that of a supercomputer.

Organizing files?

For ordinary people, this might be a tedious and tedious physical task.

But for a special forces elite who had once worked behind enemy lines, needing to memorize an entire military map in one minute and analyze hundreds of intelligence nodes in three minutes, this was just a simple information processing game.

He didn't go through each document one by one like ordinary people do.

Instead, he divided the pile of documents into ten sections based on the yellowing of the paper, the age of the ink, and the material of the folders.

— Corresponding to ten years.

Then, he took a deep breath, and the game officially began!

His hands turned into two afterimages.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

In his hands, the documents were no longer documents, but rather turned into a series of rapidly flipping playing cards.

His eyes, like a high-speed scanner, frantically scanned the titles, dates, and core content of every document at lightning speed.

Then, the brain, like the most sophisticated processor, completes the reading, analysis, classification, and memorization of information in a fraction of a second.

[In 1999, an official document concerning the restructuring of township enterprises in XX... was categorized under economic matters.]

[In 2003, a commendation notice regarding flood control and disaster relief efforts... was categorized under administrative matters.]

[In 2008, personnel transfer appointment letters... were categorized under organizational matters.]

……

The only sound in the office was the rustling of papers, so dense it was like a downpour pounding on banana leaves.

His mind had at this moment constructed a vast three-dimensional memory palace. Each document was like a puzzle piece, precisely placed in its corresponding position within the palace.

Time passed, second by second.

Two hours later.

When the last document was finally categorized, Liu Ming let out a long sigh of relief.

The once-mountainous graveyard of documents has now vanished.

Instead, hundreds of brand-new files, neatly arranged by year, category, and importance, now sit on the desk, resembling a military parade formation.

Each file box has a sticky note clearly indicating the index of its contents.

That's it.

Just as he was about to get up and leave, his gaze inadvertently fell on an expense receipt tucked inside an old newspaper.

That was a reimbursement form for entertainment expenses from 2005.

The amount wasn't large, only a little over two thousand yuan.

But the person who signed off on it was Diao Deliang.

At that time, Diao Deliang was just a greenhorn who had just joined the company.

A playful smile appeared on Liu Ming's lips.

He picked up the expense report and then precisely extracted three other seemingly unrelated documents from the files he had just organized.

One of them is the guesthouse check-in record from that year.

One document is a detailed list of fund allocations from the county finance bureau.

There's another one, which is... a penalty notice from the county family planning office back then.

When these four documents were placed together, a secret that had been hidden for nearly ten years, a secret that could ruin Diao Deliang's reputation, clearly came to Liu Ming's attention.

"I see."

Liu Ming smiled and casually slipped the crucial reimbursement form into the "Suggestions on Official Document Format Standards" that she was to submit the next day.

After doing all this, he turned off the lights, locked the door, and left.

……

The next morning, before eight o'clock.

Diao Deliang hummed a little tune and walked into the office with a beaming smile.

He couldn't wait to see Liu Ming's pathetic state after staying up all night, only to have tidied up the tip of the iceberg, and finally having to beg for mercy with a mournful face.

He had even prepared a reprimand in his mind.

However, the moment he pushed open the office door...

The smile on his face froze completely.

What did he see?

In the bright and clean office, the mountain of documents had disappeared!

Instead, there are rows and rows of file boxes on the desk, arranged more neatly than tofu blocks!

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a golden halo over the file boxes, making them appear almost unreal.

Diao Deliang rubbed his eyes, feeling as if he had seen a ghost.

He staggered forward, picked up a file box at random, opened it, and found files neatly arranged in chronological order, with even the page numbers of each file marked in pencil!

His hands trembled as he opened another one, and it was the same!

I opened another one, and it was the same!

This...this is fucking human work?

Just then, the office door opened.

Liu Ming slowly walked in, carrying a steaming cup of soy milk and with a fried dough stick in her mouth.

He looked at Diao Deliang's astonished expression and smiled faintly.

"Section Chief Diao, so early?"