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

Ningzhou Municipal Administrative Center, Building B, 12th Floor.

Compared to the solemn and bustling municipal government building in Block A, the floor where the Ningzhou Municipal Committee of the Communist Youth League is located appears exceptionally... quiet. Or rather, it exudes a peaceful atmosphere reminiscent of a "retirement home."

"Secretary Liu, this is your office."

The director of the municipal committee office was a woman in her forties surnamed Wang. She had a professional, impeccable yet somewhat aloof smile on her face. She pushed open a mahogany door and gestured for us to enter.

"It faces south and has good natural light. It used to be... well, it was vacant for a while, and we just cleaned it out. Please let me know if you need anything."

Liu Ming carried the simple suitcase inside.

The room was large, even bigger than his office in Qingyun County. Leather sofas, a boss's chair, and even two lush money trees in the corner—it was clearly well-arranged. But the faint musty smell in the air betrayed the fact that it had been neglected for a long time.

"That's good, thank you Director Wang." Liu Ming put down the box and nodded with a smile.

"Alright, you can rest for now. Secretary Chen went to a meeting in the provincial capital and won't be back for a couple of days. Um... it seems Deputy Secretary Ouyang also went to do some research in the field today." Director Wang adjusted his glasses, his eyes flickering slightly. "Our Youth League Committee's work isn't as demanding as that of frontline departments. You're new here, so take your time to familiarize yourself with the environment. There's no rush."

After saying that, she politely withdrew and closed the door behind her.

With a soft "click," the office fell completely silent.

Liu Ming walked to the desk, her fingers lightly tracing the gleaming surface, a playful smile curving her lips.

No rush? Let's get familiar with the environment first?

This translates to: This is a powerless government office; you're just a nobody here to gain experience. Don't cause trouble; just stay put.

This was his first impression of the officialdom in Ningzhou: a soft knife that not only cuts flesh but also tries to grind down your bones.

……

Just as Liu Ming sat in the large boss's chair, beginning to think about how to break this "exquisite birdcage".

Hundreds of kilometers away.

Meeting room of the Standing Committee of the Qingyun County Party Committee.

Although the most "troublesome" deputy county head has left, the atmosphere in the meeting room today is even more somber and solemn than when he was there.

Wen Boyan sat in the main seat, and Xi Wanqing sat to his left.

The table in front of them wasn't piled with documents and teacups as usual; instead, there was only one thing on it.

A thick, blue-bound printed book.

The large, bold characters on the cover appeared particularly somber under the light—**Qingyun County's Five-Year Industrial Plan and Implementation Details (Top Secret Version)**.

This was the last gift Liu Ming left for Qingyun County before she left.

It was also through countless days and nights that he combined the strategic thinking of special forces soldiers with top-notch economic knowledge to create a "walkthrough" tailored for this land.

The meeting room was completely silent, except for the rustling sound of papers being turned.

Comrades.

Wen Boyan closed the file, took off his glasses, and rubbed his slightly sore eyes. His voice was a little hoarse, but it conveyed an unprecedented firmness.

"Although Comrade Liu Ming has passed away, his spirit remains."

"I studied it all night. This plan is more than just a proposal; it's a blueprint, and even more so, a continuation of... a pledge."

He pointed at the document, his fingers trembling slightly.

"From the layout of the business district in the south of the city to the ecological restoration of the mines in the western suburbs; from the industrial chain support for introduced enterprises to the specialty planting of each impoverished village... he covered every detail. He even included the policy risks that might be encountered in the next three years and the corresponding countermeasures."

"What kind of work handover is this?"

"This is clearly a case of them trying to prevent us old folks from going astray, so they're chewing up the food and feeding it to us!"

When he got emotional, Wen Boyan's eyes reddened.

Sitting at the end of the table, Lu Xiao Kui was now attending the meeting as the deputy head of the General Affairs Section. She pursed her lips tightly, tears welling up in her eyes, but stubbornly refused to let them fall.

She remembered the night Liu Ming left, it was also in this office, under this same lamp.

The man smoked a cigarette while drawing circles on the map until dawn.

"Old Wen, stop reminiscing."

Xi Wanqing, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke. Her makeup was very light today, and her expression was aloof, but her beautiful eyes flashed with a compelling air of heroism.

"He has paved the way; it would be shameful if we still couldn't walk steadily on it."

She stood up, placed her hands on the table, and looked around the room.

"I propose that this 'Plan' be designated as the supreme action plan for Qingyun County for the next five years! No department or individual may arbitrarily change it; it must be implemented unconditionally!"

"Anyone who dares to mess up at this crucial juncture, even without Liu Ming returning, I, Xi Wanqing, will be the first to fire them!"

At this moment, the delicate young lady from the capital city disappeared.

Instead, a female county head who was truly capable of standing alone and decisive in her actions was appointed.

"I agree!" Lei Tie was the first to raise his hand, his loud voice booming. "With Brother Liu gone, anyone who dares to break his rules, I, Old Lei, will be the first to object!"

"agree!"

"I second that!"

Hands were raised high, as if making a vow.

Although Liu Ming's people have left Qingyun County, his legend, like tree roots deeply embedded in the soil, has not disappeared but has become more solid and sacred with the passage of time.

Here, he is no longer just a name.

It is a spirit, a belief.

……

Ningzhou City, dusk.

The afterglow of the setting sun draped this bustling provincial capital in a golden veil, concealing the filth and scheming hidden in the shadows.

Liu Ming stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the Municipal Youth League Committee office building, holding a freshly brewed cup of instant coffee.

From this vantage point, one can take in the view of half of Ningzhou City.

Bustling with traffic and towering buildings.

The prosperity here is ten or even a hundred times that of Qingyun County.

The muddy water here is thousands or even tens of thousands of feet deeper than that in Qingyun County.

But he felt no fear whatsoever.

On the contrary, his blood surged through his veins, emitting an excited low hum.

"bite."

My phone vibrated.

It was a WeChat message sent by Xi Wanqing, consisting of only a single picture.

That was the resolution document of the Standing Committee of the Qingyun County Party Committee on the "Five-Year Plan," stamped with a bright red official seal and signed by all the Standing Committee members.

Below the image, there is a line of small text:

Everything is fine at home, don't worry. We're waiting for your triumphant return.

Liu Ming looked at the screen, a gentle yet confident smile curving her lips.

He put away his phone and drank the coffee in his cup in one gulp.

Bitter, but refreshing.

He turned around and looked at the spacious but somewhat deserted office, and at the administrative map of Ningzhou City on the wall.

His finger lightly touched the small red dot on the map marked "Municipal Youth League Committee," then slowly moved across it, pointing to places further and higher—the Municipal Party Committee, the Provincial Party Committee…

"The tutorial level in the beginner village is over."

Liu Ming murmured to himself, his voice echoing in the empty room, carrying an air of domineering authority.

"Ouyang Feng? The Zhao family? And those demons and monsters hiding behind the scenes..."

"Wash your neck and wait."

He straightened his tie and strode toward the door.

As he pushed open the door, he glanced back at the myriad lights outside the window.

Ningzhou.

"I am coming."