Handong: Sha Li wants political achievements? I'll shut down the entire province.

The thunderous applause still seemed to echo in his ears as Lin Feng sprinted back to his dormitory.

Before he could even catch his breath, he ripped open the backpack on the desk.

He emptied out a thick stack of "Administrative Aptitude Test", "Essay Writing" and past exam questions.

He swept the stack of review materials, which was more than two feet high, into the plastic trash can like he was tearing up leaves.

"Brother Feng! Are you crazy?"

The fat man burst through the dormitory door, panting, and immediately saw the books in the trash can.

"These are notes you've painstakingly compiled over the past six months! The national civil service exam is tomorrow!"

The fat man was so anxious that he slapped his thigh and quickly bent down to pick it up.

Lin Feng kicked the trash can away, his eyes burning with a fanatical fire.

"Exam my ass! I'm not taking that beggar's job!"

He pulled out a chair, sat down, and began typing rapidly on the keyboard, bringing up his personal electronic resume.

"After listening to Master Yan's speech, I've finally woken up."

Lin Feng stared intently at the screen, gritting his teeth.

"Work your way up in a government agency for eight or ten years and earn a fixed salary of a few thousand yuan a month."

"Why should we have to serve tea and water to those pot-bellied section chiefs?"

He turned to look at the fat man, his eyes flashing with an eerie light.

"In Handong now, working for the government is a last resort for losers!"

"Serving Master Yan, managing billions of dollars—that's what a real man does!"

The fat man was deeply moved and his blood was pumping.

"Brother Feng is right! Even a single hair on Master Yan's leg is thicker than the waists of those guys from the Provincial Party Committee!"

He quickly pulled out his laptop. "I'll vote too! I'll go clean the toilets at the Sky Tower too!"

Meanwhile, the National Civil Service Examination site at Jingzhou No. 1 Middle School.

The cold autumn wind swept across the playground, swirling up a few scraps of paper.

Li, the deputy director of the Organization Department of the Provincial Party Committee, walked down the corridor with his hands behind his back.

Two young officers followed behind him, each carrying an examination record book.

Why is this exam hall so deserted this year?

Old Li frowned and pushed open the door to the third examination room.

In the spacious classroom, with thirty seats, only two people sat alone.

One of them was even snoring by the window, drooling over half of his answer sheet.

Old Li's vision went black, and his blood pressure instantly spiked to the top of his head.

He stepped back, clutching his chest, and pointed at the examination room, his fingers trembling.

"What...what happened? Where did everyone go?!"

The academic affairs director, who was supervising the exam, ran over, wiping the cold sweat from his brow.

"Minister Li, it's not just this one exam venue; all the exam centers in the city are empty!"

"It's empty?" Old Li's eyes widened.

"Weren't there over 100,000 people registering? How high could the dropout rate be?"

The academic affairs director swallowed hard, his voice filled with a helpless expression, as if he wanted to cry but couldn't.

"The dropout rate is over 90%! That's unprecedented!"

He took out his phone from his pocket, opened a video, and handed it over.

"Take a look for yourself. This morning, the Lingxiao Consortium released its autumn recruitment plan."

"Starting annual salary of 300,000 yuan, plus the right to live in a free studio apartment within the Second Ring Road of Jingzhou."

"All the college students who registered for the national civil service exam tore up their admission tickets!"

In the video, the plaza outside the Lingxiao Building was packed with people.

The crowds were enormous, and the queue stretched for three blocks.

They were all young people with highly educated resumes, their eyes filled with fervor as if they were on a pilgrimage.

Old Li stared intently at the screen, then his hand loosened, and the phone fell to the ground.

The screen developed a glaring crack.

"It's over...it's all over."

Old Li leaned against the wall, like a deflated balloon.

"No one's got a secure job anymore; our provincial party committee is being humiliated!"

The two officers exchanged a glance, but neither of them said a word.

In fact, they were also secretly carrying job-hopping resumes prepared for the Lingxiao Consortium.

This kind of powerless government office, where you can see the end from the beginning, let whoever wants to stay stay there.

Let's switch our focus back to the male dormitory at Handong University.

"Bang!"

The fat man slammed his fist on the table, his chubby face trembling with anger.

"Damn! Brother Feng, Lingxiao's recruitment website has crashed!"

The fat man pointed at the spinning error code on the screen, sweating profusely with anxiety.

"Millions of people were submitting their resumes at the same time, completely crashing Yunxiao's servers!"

The fat man opened a job-seeking group, but the messages on the screen were so numerous that he couldn't even see them clearly.

"Look how lazy these bastards are!"

"Master's graduates from Tsinghua and Peking Universities, and returnees from Ivy League universities, are all vying for the assistant position next to Master Yan in the group chat!"

The fat man said with a long face, "Even the vegetable cutters in their building's cafeteria now need a bachelor's degree!"

Lin Feng didn't say anything, staring intently at the progress bar on his computer.

He got stuck on that webpage half an hour ago and clicked the "submit" button.

But the interface just keeps freezing.

"We cannot retreat! We must not retreat, even if it means death!"

Lin Feng clasped his hands together and muttered something under his breath.

"This is a special talent incubation department personally set up by Master Yan. If you can squeeze in, your destiny will be rewritten!"

The dormitory was so quiet that only the sound of their heartbeats could be heard.

The wind whistled through the window.

"bite--"

A crisp system notification suddenly rang out in the quiet dormitory.

Lin Feng's computer screen suddenly flashed.

The frozen page finally jumped over.

An electronic admission notice with a dark gold Lingxiao logo popped up!

"Congratulations, Mr. Lin Feng. You have passed the preliminary selection of the Lingxiao Foundation's Special Talent Incubation Department."

"Please report to Lingxiao Building at 9:00 AM tomorrow."

Lin Feng stared intently at those few lines of text.

He rubbed his eyes, and after confirming that it wasn't a hallucination, his eyes instantly reddened.

"They're inside..."

Lin Feng suddenly stood up, and because the movement was so sudden, he knocked over the chair.

"I'm going in!!!"

He clenched his fists and screamed hysterically out the window.

This roar released all the fear he had felt for mediocrity over the past twenty years.

The fat man rushed over excitedly and hugged Lin Feng tightly.

"Brother Feng is awesome! From now on, you're one of Master Yan's men! Don't forget to lend your brother a hand!"

At the same time, at Gyeongju International Airport, on the VIP tarmac.

The night was deep, and the cold wind was like a knife.

A Gulfstream G650ER private jet, entirely black with a dark gold logo.

It lay quietly on the runway, emitting a deafening roar of its engines.

The cabin interior is as luxurious as a European royal palace.

The hand-stitched calfskin seats exude a faint, pleasant fragrance.

Yan Qingfeng sat with his long legs crossed in the spacious main seat by the window.

He held a crystal glass in his hand, the amber-colored whiskey gently swirling at the bottom.

The ice cubes collided with the glass, making a crisp sound.

Zhou Yuan, dressed in a sharp black suit, strode over from the cockpit.

He bowed respectfully.

"Master Yan, news from Handong University indicates that the recruitment process has ended."

Zhou Yuan's face was filled with barely suppressed fervor.

"We've brought all the province's top young people under our wing."

"The national civil service examination organized by the provincial party committee has become a complete joke that nobody wants to watch."

Yan Qingfeng took a sip of strong liquor, the spicy liquid sliding down his throat.

He turned his head and looked down at the land through the porthole.

The city of Jingzhou was brightly lit, like a golden sea of ​​stars.

And now, Yan Qingfeng controls the switch on and off of every single lamp in this sea of ​​stars.

Sha Ruijin has withered, and Li Dakang is crippled.

He has won the grand game of Handong completely.

"Handong is getting boring."

Yan Qingfeng put down his wine cup and rubbed the rim of the cup with his fingertips.

"These old bones who only know how to spout bureaucratic nonsense are not even worthy of my attention."

A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.

That's the predator's greed in searching for new prey.

Zhou Yuan understood immediately and handed over a tablet computer.

The final approval documents for the flight route are displayed on the screen.

"Those powerful officials in the capital are probably jumping up and down over the situation in Handong right now."

Zhou Yuan sneered, "They really think they can lock us up with a few official documents?"

Yan Qingfeng didn't look at the document.

He leaned back in his chair and slowly closed his eyes.

The roar of the aircraft engines grew louder and louder, and the entire cabin trembled slightly.

The flight attendants respectfully stepped aside, awaiting final instructions.

"Notify the captain."

Yan Qingfeng parted his thin lips slightly, his voice as cold as a blade chilled by ice.

"Takeoff, destination: Beijing."