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

The roar of the Gulfstream private jet had long since dissipated above the clouds.

Master Yan's private jet took away the last vestiges of the old era, and Jingzhou ushered in a brand new day.

The temperature plummeted the next morning.

The cold wind swirled with gray, withered leaves, scraping against people's faces like knives tearing at flesh.

Liang Lu hunched her shoulders and walked along the deserted street.

She was wrapped in a bulky, worn-out cotton coat, and a scarf covered most of her face.

He was carrying a thin red plastic bag that he had bought for two cents.

The bag contained only a few wilted greens and two unappealing scallions.

She now looks exactly like a lost old woman.

The once high-ranking daughter of the Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission died long ago on the day Qi Tongwei committed suicide.

Gao Yuliang resigned, and Wu Huifen completely lost face.

With the collapse of the Han Da gang, her widowed status in Jingzhou meant she couldn't even find a single acquaintance to come over for a cup of hot tea.

Wandering aimlessly, she passed by Lingxiao Commercial Plaza, the most bustling commercial plaza in the city center.

Just as she reached the street corner, a deafening sound wave nearly knocked her over.

The square was packed with people, a sea of ​​heads.

The huge circular LED screen was blindingly bright, broadcasting a grand press conference live.

"Look! Look! The first batch of recipients for the 10 billion yuan youth entrepreneurship fund has been announced!"

"That's real money! Master Yan's generosity has really slapped those stingy old folks in the face!"

A few young white-collar workers in suits next to me were talking animatedly, pointing at the screen.

Liang Lu didn't want to join in the fun, but she was forced to stay in the crowd and couldn't move.

"That guy who led the speech, right? Lin Feng? A top student from the Economics and Management Department of Hanjiang University!"

"He's really something. He rejected the top scorer in the national civil service exam and went straight to work for Master Yan with the project!"

Upon hearing the words "Han University," Liang Lu's cloudy eyes paused slightly.

That was the place where she had been a professor and spent half her life.

She subconsciously raised her head, her gaze passing over the throng of people to the dazzling giant screen.

On the screen, Lin Feng, dressed in a suit and tie, looked dashing and full of vigor.

He gripped the microphone tightly in his hand, while below the stage, a sea of ​​flashing cameras and microphones illuminated the media.

"I don't believe in fate! Nor do I believe in those hypocritical 'iron rice bowls'!"

Lin Feng's voice, amplified by the external speakers, reverberated heavily across every corner of the square.

"I only trust Master Yan! I believe that capital and technology can completely shatter the broken rules of the old world!"

A thunderous roar of cheers erupted from the audience, and the frenzied atmosphere ignited the cold wind.

Lin Feng's eyes were red, and his chest was heaving violently.

"Many people ask me why I gave up a promising career in politics. The answer is actually quite simple."

"Because I was an orphan who never even had enough to eat growing up!"

Liang Lu was slightly taken aback.

The young man's eyes revealed a fierce and resentful spirit, like that of a lone wolf.

Like that anti-drug hero who knelt on the playground of Wuhan University and bowed to fate back then.

"When I was a junior in high school, I couldn't afford the tuition, and the principal wanted to send me back to the countryside to farm."

Lin Feng's voice lowered, revealing a suppressed sob.

"I thought my life was over, and I would just rot away at the bottom like a peasant."

"Until one day, the school gatekeeper gave me a money order."

The screen flickered.

I cut out an enlarged photo of a post office money order with severely yellowed edges.

"It was a kind person who didn't leave their real name who sponsored me for three whole years."

Lin Feng tilted his head back, forcing himself not to let the tears fall.

"He would send money to me every month without fail until I was admitted to the School of Economics and Management at Han University, at which point the money stopped."

On the big screen, the close-up of the remittance slip was crystal clear.

In the remitter's name section, two bold, black characters were written: Shengtian.

In the occupation section, I simply wrote two words: police officer.

Liang Lu's gaze swept over the remittance slip.

"Clatter".

The red plastic bag slipped from his hand and crashed heavily onto the concrete ground.

The plastic bag had a large tear in it.

A few green vegetables rolled out, covered in mud and dust from the ground.

She stared intently at the two words on the screen, her pupils contracting sharply.

She knew the handwriting all too well.

The first stroke of the brush carries a fierce energy, while the final stroke reveals a hint of helplessness.

She had observed this unique cursive writing style for decades.

That's Qi Tongwei's handwriting!

Victory over Heaven? Victory over Heaven by half a move!

Throughout the entire Handong Province, apart from her husband who refused to bow to fate and ultimately committed suicide by shooting himself.

Who else would choose such an arrogant yet tragic pseudonym!

Who else could be a fugitive with the job title of "police officer"?

Liang Lu's whole body trembled violently, as if the bones in her legs had been drained in an instant.

Unable to stand, she collapsed onto the cold stone steps.

She covered her mouth tightly with both hands, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam, washing over the deep wrinkles.

I tried not to let out that heart-wrenching scream.

"Tongwei...you lied to me...you lied to me so badly..."

She choked back sobs as she murmured, her nails digging deep into the flesh of her cheeks.

She always thought that Qi Tongwei was a complete bastard.

He's a demon who would sell his soul to power in order to climb the social ladder.

She used her father's power to forcefully bend the spine of that anti-drug hero.

It turned him into a cold-blooded opportunist who schemed and changed his course in officialdom.

She hated him, resented him, and felt he deserved to die.

But she never dreamed of this.

That devil, struggling in the dark mire, covered in sin.

Behind the scenes, they were desperately trying to uphold a pure and innocent soul.

Qi Tongwei reserved the last glimmer of untainted light in his heart for this poor student named Lin Feng.

He wanted to outmaneuver fate, but he lost.

So he quietly placed his bets on the next generation.

"Oh dear, ma'am, why are you sitting on the floor?"

A kind-hearted man in a jacket quickly came over and bent down to help her.

"These floor tiles are so cold, don't let them get cold and hurt yourself."

Liang Lu, like a frightened madwoman, suddenly shook off her older brother's hand.

She pounded her chest and wept hysterically in the cold wind.

"I was wrong... I ruined him! I destroyed him with my own hands!"

She was sobbing uncontrollably, pointing at the screen, but couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

The older brother was startled and quickly took two steps back.

"Is this old lady crazy? Is she trying to scam me?" he muttered, clapping his hands.

At this moment, the speech on the screen was reaching its climax.

"I, Lin Feng, will walk the path that Officer Shengtian didn't finish!"

Lin Feng raised his fist on the screen, his eyes fierce like a tiger unleashed from its cage.

"The old system cannibalize people, so we'll use the teeth of capital to crush them all!"

The man in the jacket ignored Liang Lu.

A skinny man leaned over next to him and familiarly handed him a cheap cigarette.

"Dude, this kid's fucking arrogant."

The skinny man lit a cigarette, pointed at Lin Feng on the screen, and lowered his voice.

"Having taken over Master Yan's 10 billion yuan investment scheme, where do you think he plans to set off his first fire?"

The man in the jacket took a drag of his cigarette, exhaled a thick smoke ring, and his eyes gleamed.

"You don't know yet, do you? My brother-in-law works as a security guard at the Lingxiao Building. His information is very accurate."

The older brother sneered and dropped a bombshell in a low voice.

"This kid just made a pledge; this afternoon he's going to lead a group to raid those old state-owned enterprises."

"They say even the municipal party committee officials didn't dare go to the scene to stop it. Just you wait, who knows how much blood will be shed with that first strike!"