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

When Li Dakang returned to the municipal party committee office, he felt a large bulge on his left back molar.

My gums throbbed with pain, and when I licked my mouth, it tasted salty and bloody.

His white shirt wasn't completely dry yet; it was wrinkled and stuck to his back.

The wind squeezed in through the cracks in the window, carrying a sour, sweaty smell that had been soaked by the rain.

He was so cold that a chill ran through his bones.

He slumped heavily into the leather swivel chair, staring at the computer in front of him that was used exclusively by the government's intranet.

The franchise rights have been handed over, but the municipal party committee still needs to save face.

We must place our own people in key positions.

Otherwise, he, the municipal party secretary, would truly become a commander without any real power!

He opened the personnel appointment system.

He quickly filled in the name of his old subordinate, Lao Zhao, in the column for the director of the Transportation Bureau.

Li Dakang's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and his dry esophagus scrambled painfully.

He took a deep breath of the stuffy, dusty air and extended his right index finger.

With a desperate, all-or-nothing resolve, his fingertips aimed at the keyboard.

"Snapped!"

He slammed his hand down on the "Enter" key.

The crisp sound of the keys clicking was particularly loud in the empty office.

Before the familiar green "Submission Successful" message could even appear on the webpage...

The computer screen suddenly flashed twice with a "sizzle".

The entire monitor was instantly filled with a blinding blood red.

The red light shone on Li Dakang's pale old face, giving him a sinister, deathly appearance.

A huge black box popped up in the center of the screen.

The notice simply read: "Rejected!"

"What's wrong with this crappy internal network?!"

Li Dakang's cheek twitched, and he grabbed the mouse and frantically clicked the refresh button.

The cheap plastic mouse made a clicking sound as he pressed it, and it was almost crushed.

"Ring ring—"

The red secure hotline on the table, which was usually only used to receive confidential documents from the provincial party committee, suddenly went off.

The sound was shrill, like a death knell, making Li Dakang's heart tremble.

My scalp went numb instantly.

He grabbed the receiver and held it to his ear. "Hello! This is Li Dakang!"

On the other end of the phone, there was no of the usual bureaucratic grumbling from the old acquaintances in the Organization Department.

Instead, it was an AI-generated female voice without any inflection.

It is cold, hard, and has a metallic, abrasive texture.

"Hello, Secretary Li. I am from the personnel allocation center of the Lingxiao Consortium, code name Yunxiao No. 6."

The AI's voice showed absolutely no emotional fluctuation.

"Based on the comprehensive big data scan and evaluation of the 'Yunxiao Credit System'."

"Your candidate for Director of Transportation, Zhao Dehan, does not meet the efficiency requirements for the position."

The veins on Li Dakang's forehead bulged instantly.

Like several twisted, purplish-red earthworms, throbbing and jumping.

"Bullshit! Old Zhao has been working at the traffic intersection for twenty years!"

He spat wildly into the microphone, his eyes bloodshot.

"He's a veteran! What right does your conglomerate have to interfere in government personnel appointments and dismissals!"

The AI ​​completely ignored his impotent rage and continued broadcasting on its own.

"The assessment report shows that Zhao Dehan spent an average of two hours and fourteen minutes a day in his office reading newspapers and drinking tea over the past three years."

"The renovation project of the outer ring road in the east of the city, which it led, went through a process that required 34 stamps and took 181 days to complete."

The cold, electronic sound slammed into Li Dakang's eardrums, sharper than a bloodstained knife.

"The Cloud System has determined that this candidate suffers from severe procrastination within the system."

"Government efficiency rating: poor".

"To ensure the efficiency of traffic operation in Jingzhou City, Lingxiao has forcibly matched you with the best candidate."

The voice just fell.

The red light on the computer screen faded.

An electronic resume with a dark gold cloud logo pops up.

Zhang Tao, 28 years old, Senior Technical Director of the Logistics Department of Lingxiao Consortium.

The young man in the photo has a neat buzz cut.

He was impeccably dressed in a suit, his eyes sharp as a wolf that had just tasted blood.

"Twenty-eight years old? To make him the head of the city's transportation bureau?!"

Li Dakang felt the undigested acid in his stomach rising straight to the top of his head.

The sour, foul smell made him feel nauseous.

He was so angry that he was trembling all over.

The upper and lower teeth kept clashing together uncontrollably, making a soft "clucking" sound.

"Yan Qingfeng is plotting a rebellion! This is a blatant power grab!"

Li Dakang suddenly swung his right arm and slapped the desk hard.

"Bang!"

The back of my hand brushed against the Jingdezhen porcelain cup filled with strong tea.

The cup tumbled in mid-air before crashing hard onto the floor and shattering into pieces.

The scalding hot tea splashed directly onto the cuffs of his trousers.

The heat made Li Dakang hiss and gasp for breath.

The dark brown tea soup, mixed with tea leaves, was spilled all over the wool carpet.

"Secretary Li, please be aware of your emotional fluctuations."

The AI ​​female voice remained frustratingly steady, exuding an air of superior disdain.

"Please click the 'Agree' button in the lower right corner of the screen within three minutes and affix the municipal party committee's electronic seal."

"I won't order it! I'd rather die than order it!"

Li Dakang howled in a broken voice, saliva dripping down his chin.

"It's none of your business, you capitalists, interfering in personnel matters in the city!"

The AI ​​on the other end of the phone paused for a second.

It appears to be calling up threat countermeasures from the database.

"Secretary Li, a friendly reminder."

"If you refuse to approve this appointment, the Cloud System will assume that the Municipal Transportation Department lacks effective management capabilities."

"Starting at 6:00 AM tomorrow, the consortium will cut off all gasoline quotas for the Municipal Transportation Bureau and its subordinate traffic police brigades."

Li Dakang froze.

The swear words that were about to be uttered were stuck in his dry throat.

AI gave him no chance to breathe.

"At the same time, the AI ​​control authority for traffic lights at 600 intersections throughout the city will be locked indefinitely for red lights."

"You have the right to refuse, but please bear the physical consequences of the city's traffic being paralyzed."

This is not a discussion at all.

This was Yan Qingfeng holding an invisible, cold steel knife directly to Li Dakang's carotid artery through the air.

Without gasoline, the police cars couldn't even get out of the compound's iron gate.

All the traffic lights are red, and tomorrow morning the entire Jingzhou will become a desolate, abandoned parking lot!

"You...you devils..."

Li Dakang's voice was completely hoarse, emitting a hissing sound like a broken bellows leaking air.

He slumped helplessly in the leather swivel chair like a dead dog whose spinal cord had been drained.

He was panting heavily, his lungs felt like they were being torn apart.

My eyes were fixed on the bottom right corner of the screen, on the "Agree" box that was flashing a glaring green light.

His right hand trembled as he reached for the mouse.

The knuckles of his fingers turned a horrifying pale white from excessive force.

The thumbnail dug deep into the plastic side of the mouse.

The force was too strong, and there was a "crack" sound.

The nail split open.

A trickle of viscous blood seeped out from the gap in the plastic, staining the fingertip red and carrying a rusty smell.

He closed his eyes.

Humiliated tears mingled with the oily sweat on his forehead, sliding down his cheeks and into his mouth.

It was both bitter and astringent.

"Click".

I pressed down hard on the left mouse button with my index finger, producing a dry, soft sound.

"The appointment has been approved. Thank you for your cooperation, Secretary Li."

After the AI ​​female voice finished broadcasting, it ruthlessly cut off the dedicated line.

Only the jarring "beep beep" of the dead wires echoed through the messy office.

Li Dakang covered his face, huddled in the chair, trembling.

The powerful municipal party secretary had his power to promote his subordinates physically censored by a broken computer.

Just then.

The office door was suddenly kicked open from the outside.

Secretary Xiao Jin rushed in, stumbling and scrambling.

Running too fast, I stepped on a shard of broken porcelain and almost fell to my knees with a thud.

"Secretary Li! Something...something really strange has happened!"

Xiao Jin's face was deathly pale, and he was panting heavily. His finger trembled as he pointed at the gradually darkening night sky outside the window.

"Go look out the window! These people have all gone mad!"

Li Dakang, holding onto the edge of the table, stood up unsteadily, his throat burning with rage.

"What kind of trouble have they gotten themselves into now!"

Xiao Jin swallowed hard, his voice trembling like a tattered piece of paper in the cold wind, his eyes filled with fear of that terrifying power.

"Yan Qingfeng hasn't even shown his face, and he doesn't even hold a single official position! Yet now, the entire street is filled with people spontaneously kneeling and kowtowing around the Lingxiao Building, treating him like the uncrowned king of Handong!"