In name only: The land of Handong, I shall rule its fate.

It was already 10 p.m. when I got home.

Lin Zhiyuan pushed open the door and entered. A warm yellow light was on in the living room. A young woman wearing a black lace nightgown was curled up on the sofa reading a book. Hearing the noise, she looked up.

"Senior, hug me!"

Yan Yan opened her arms, as if she wanted a hug.

Lin Zhiyuan changed his shoes, then pulled the girl into his arms and kissed her on the cheek.

"Are you hungry? I'll make you some noodles."

Yan Yan responded with a charming smile.

"I'm not hungry. Where are those two devilish children?"

Lin Zhiyuan looked around the room; it was eerily quiet today.

"It's been sent to my parents' place."

Yan Yan smiled slyly, cupped Lin Zhiyuan in her hands and gave him a sweet kiss, "Hmph! The old man knew perfectly well that the higher-ups were going to transfer you to Handong, but he didn't say anything beforehand. Let his precious granddaughter bother them."

"Did they talk to you?"

Lin Zhiyuan's mouth watered at his wife's unique outfit.

"They asked me if I wanted to go to Handong with you."

Yan Yan leaned against his broad chest, squirming restlessly. "Of course I'm going with you. Wherever you go, I'll go."

"You've worked hard all these years."

A hint of heartache flashed in Lin Zhiyuan's eyes.

Ten years into their marriage, Yan Yan followed him to Donghai, then spent two years in Hanjiang before returning two years ago. She had just established herself in the publicity department and was now heading to Handong again.

"Well, who told me to marry you, hehe."

"Moreover, I went to Handong, and according to custom, I can be promoted one rank."

"A 31-year-old woman in her prime, I wonder how many people envy her."

Yan Yan was very content.

She already has Lin Zhiyuan at home, so she doesn't have much ambition for her career and pursues a better balance between work and family.

"I'll go there first, and then I'll pick you up once things have settled down."

Lin Zhiyuan gently stroked his wife's soft, long hair.

"The handover process here will probably take at least a month."

Yan Yan suddenly paused, then leaned closer and lowered her voice: "Senior, there are many skinny girls in Jiangnan, you'd better keep them under control! Otherwise, hmph..."

What are you thinking about?

Lin Zhiyuan was taken aback, then burst into laughter.

"stop."

Looking at his persistent wife, Lin Zhiyuan raised his hands in surrender. "My dear wife, I promise you, once we get to Handong, I will keep myself pure and upright, and aside from work, my eyes will only be on you."

"That's more like it."

Yan Yan nodded in satisfaction, but quickly straightened her face again. "But I'm warning you, if you dare to flirt with other women, I'll..."

"What will you do?"

"I'll write an internal report and expose all your plans."

Lin Zhiyuan chuckled to himself.

Faced with a wife ten years his junior, who was also his junior at Peking University and the campus belle back then, he really had no interest in other women. But when it comes to wildflowers and weeds, it seems he's the one who needs to worry.

Lin Zhiyuan stood up abruptly.

"What are you doing, you bad senior?"

Yan Yan was frightened.

"Damn it!"

the next day.

The couple went to a courtyard house in the western suburbs of Beijing. There were several old osmanthus trees in the courtyard, which were fragrant with autumn.

"They're here."

Old Master Yan looked at Lin Zhiyuan, his gaze deep. "Zhiyuan, come to my study."

Inside the study, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood.

Old Master Yan sat in the armchair, and Lin Zhiyuan naturally sat down opposite him.

What are your thoughts on Handong?

Elder Yan asked directly.

"Actually, I don't really understand it."

Lin Zhiyuan started making tea.

"Oh?"

Old Master Yan smiled and asked curiously, "Is there anything you can't see through?"

"Dad, I don't understand why they're in such a hurry."

Lin Zhiyuan bluntly stated, "Zhao Lichun is now in a sinecure. Even if he has marriage ties with the south, his only son is not involved in politics and he doesn't even have a grandson. He has no direct heir. I don't understand why they would take action at this time? It's too unstable."

Zhao Lichun was promoted to deputy position four years ago, and the organization gave him a full four years to work out the situation.

"It is not easy for an organization to cultivate a cadre."

"Moreover, Zhao Lichun is capable and shrewd. The organization has given him many opportunities. When he was re-elected for the second time, the organization sent someone to ask him if he wanted to be transferred. When he left Handong, the organization did not ask him, but he took the initiative to recommend a candidate for secretary. He is still recommending candidates this time."

"What is he planning to do? Turn Handong into the Zhao family's backyard? Or does he distrust the organization's cadres?"

Old Yan's voice involuntarily grew louder, his vocal cords becoming cold.

Lin Zhiyuan understood.

The organization's attitude towards Zhao Lichun stems from Zhao himself.

"Zhiyuan, I'm not here to talk to you about work today. You're doing a better job than me in your local area."

Old Yan stood up, walked to the window, and turned his back to Lin Zhiyuan: "It's not that I'm giving you a warning, but rather this is to give you a heads-up. You're forty-one years old this year, the golden age for building your career. Handong is a huge pit of fire, but also a huge battlefield. The higher-ups transferred you there because they value your abilities and also to give you a bigger stage."

But I want you to remember three things.

Old Yan turned around and said, "Work diligently, serve the people wholeheartedly, and dedicate yourself to the Party."

"You don't need to worry about external pressure."

Old Yan's voice was deep and powerful: "If someone delays the country's cause, hinders the development of Handong, or endangers the safety of the people, the organization will cover for you."

Lin Zhiyuan felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

He knew the weight of his father-in-law's words.

Within the system, the word "safety net" signifies the greatest support and the strongest backing.

"Dad, I understand."

Old Master Yan waved his hand, "Niannian and Momo will stay in the capital to study. Your mother and I will take care of them. The waters are too deep in Handong; it's not safe for the children to go there."

"That's what I think too."

Lin Zhiyuan nodded.

Old Master Yan sat back down in his chair, picked up his teacup, and said, "Your mother's almost ready. Eat with Yan Yan before you go back."

That evening, Lin Zhiyuan made phone calls to several alumni and colleagues who worked in Handong.

State-owned enterprises, government agencies, private enterprises...

After several phone calls, Lin Zhiyuan had a general understanding of the current situation in Handong.

Gao Yuliang's Han University faction and Li Dakang's secretary faction have been fighting for over a decade, maintaining a facade of harmony while secretly rife with intrigue. Zhao Lichun has arrived in Beijing, but Zhao Ruilong continues to stir up trouble in Handong.

It overlapped with the Handong he remembered.

Lin Zhiyuan is a time traveler. He was born in 1975 into an ordinary family in Senzhou, Donghai Province. At first, when faced with completely different place names, he thought he had traveled to an unknown place. It wasn't until he saw the names Handong and Liang Qunfeng in the newspaper that he realized he had actually traveled to a TV series.

Perhaps it's because of the perks of time travelers.

Lin Zhiyuan possesses the ability to remember everything he sees and has the experience of his past life. He was already a well-known child prodigy when he was 10 years old, and he was admitted to Peking University at the age of fourteen. His career thereafter was very smooth.

"interesting."

Lin Zhiyuan put down the phone, gazed at the night outside the window, turned around, opened his laptop, created a new document, and wrote four large characters in the title:

Multiple plans!

Fingers flew across the keyboard.

Place names, data sets, and strategies gradually took shape in his mind.

Jingzhou, Lüzhou, Lincheng…

Every city can find its place in this plan.