Title: Reborn in Handong, Starting with an Investment in Gao Yuliang

finally.

Qi Tongwei easily crossed the finish line with a third-place finish in his group.

This result is neither good nor bad.

Among hundreds of contestants, he was unremarkable, even somewhat inconspicuous.

The competitors he had left behind looked at him with a hint of disdain in their eyes.

Zhang Long was running in front.

He glanced back at Qi Tongwei's ranking, a cruel sneer appearing on his lips.

"this one?"

A war without gunfire.

It seems that the outcome was already decided on the first day.

.......

The night the first day of the competition ended.

The major online forums in Handong Province and the BBS of Handong University were completely engulfed in a frenzy.

"Breaking news! Breaking news! A former prodigy has fallen! Qi Tongwei only managed third place in his group in the first match!"

"Hilarious! This is what they call top students from Hanjiang University? Their physical fitness is worse than ours, even less than ours, the sports students!"

"I told you long ago you were a nepotism hire. No talent is no talent; you were exposed as soon as you stepped onto the field!"

"I feel sorry for Secretary Liang. He's probably going to be really screwed over by Qi Tongwei this time."

Various sarcastic and mocking posts.

They sprang up like mushrooms after rain, almost flooding the entire internet.

Inside the male dormitory at Handong University.

Hou Liangping pointed at the overwhelming negative news on the computer screen, laughing so hard he almost cried.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Third in the group! Did you see that? This is what you call a genius!"

He slapped his thigh and shouted excitedly to his roommates.

"I told you he was all hype! What real skills could someone who got there through nepotism possibly have?"

"This is only the first day, just a physical fitness test!"

"He'll definitely show his true colors in tomorrow's skills competition and the subsequent sparring matches!"

Hou Liangping's face was filled with an almost morbid glee, and his eyes flashed with the spark of revenge.

He could almost see Qi Tongwei suffering a crushing defeat on the field and being carried off the field in disgrace.

He was secretly delighted.

"My whistleblower letter is now in order!"

"Once the competition is over and Qi Tongwei is disgraced, I'll then submit this letter to the higher-level inspection team!"

"Liang Qunfeng, just wait to be investigated!"

Hou Liangping waved his fist triumphantly, immersed in the immense joy he had imagined—that justice was about to triumph over evil.

......

at the same time.

The Zhao family.

Zhao Lichun was leisurely pruning a precious Podocarpus macrophyllus with a pair of golden scissors in a pleasant mood.

His confidant was Wang Weiguo, the director of the municipal bureau.

He stood respectfully to the side, quietly reporting on the day's martial arts competition.

"...Secretary Zhao, everything has been done as you instructed."

"Zhang Long and his group performed exceptionally well in the cross-country race today, leaving Qi Tongwei far behind."

"That Qi Tongwei doesn't look like much. After running five kilometers, his face turned pale. He probably reached his physical limit."

After listening to the report.

Zhao Lichun paused in his movements.

He examined the bonsai he had pruned with satisfaction and let out a cold snort.

"Hmph, Liang Qunfeng has really shot himself in the foot this time."

"Does he really think that some poor, bookish kid can challenge the elite of our Jingzhou police force?"

"A fool's dream!"

Zhao Lichun put down the scissors.

He wiped his hands with a hot towel, his eyes turning cold.

Tell Zhang Long not to give him any face tomorrow.

"Strike while the iron is hot and kill him!"

"In the shooting segment, give it your all, go all out!"

"I want everyone to see just what kind of good-for-nothing Liang Qunfeng personally selected!"

"Yes, Secretary Zhao!"

Wang Weiguo nodded emphatically, a knowing yet cruel smile appearing on his face.

......

Speedy Logistics Group Headquarters.

The lights in the CEO's office were still on.

Su Qingyu frowned, her fair fingers rapidly typing on the keyboard, refreshing the pages of various websites.

Every time I see a new comment that insults Qi Tongwei.

Her heart sank a little further.

The overwhelming negative public opinion was like an invisible mountain, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Liang Cheng, it's all over the internet now...it's gone viral."

She turned her head and looked at Liang Cheng, who was sitting on the sofa, leisurely flipping through a document, her voice full of worry.

"This puts a lot of psychological pressure on Qi Tongwei, and I'm worried that the judges might develop a negative preconceived notion about him after seeing this."

Upon hearing this, Liang Cheng...

He looked up from the document.

The document had the words "Internal Asset Appraisal Report of Hongxing Machinery Factory" prominently printed on its cover.

Looking at Su Qingyu's anxious expression, he not only showed no nervousness, but instead chuckled softly.

He put down the documents, stood up, walked to Su Qingyu's side, and gently pressed her shoulder.

"Qingyu, do you think this is called pressure?"

"No."

A knowing glint shone in Liang Cheng's eyes.

This is called using a technique of first criticizing to elevate the argument.

Su Qingyu was stunned.

"What do you mean?"

"It means that the louder the mockery now, the louder the slap will be tomorrow."

A confident smile curved Liang Cheng's lips.

"Public opinion is a double-edged sword. It can be used to praise someone to death, and I can use it to create a god."

"Now, everyone thinks Qi Tongwei is a complete and utterly useless piece of trash."

"Then tomorrow, when he unleashes his true strength in a way that no one could have imagined, the shock and contrast will reach their peak."

"By then, he will no longer be just an ordinary martial arts champion."

Liang Cheng walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the dazzling night view of Jingzhou, his voice becoming deep and powerful.

"He will become a legend, a myth!"

"A war god who rose from the mud, single-handedly shattering the entire old order!"

Su Qingyu stared blankly at Liang Cheng's retreating figure, her heart trembling violently.

She finally understood.

All of this was actually part of Liang Cheng's plan.

Liang Cheng never wanted an ordinary victory!

What he wants is a historic, earth-shattering comeback!

"The best is yet to come."

Liang Cheng turned around, winked at her, and his smile was full of magic that made Su Qingyu feel incredibly at ease.

What you need to do now is not to worry.

"Instead, just prepare the champagne and wait to watch the show."

.......

The next day, in the morning.

The second part of the competition was simulated case analysis.

It took place inside the police academy's teaching building.

This assessment tests the police officers' logical reasoning, case analysis, and writing skills; it is a typical "written test."

The exam question was a simulated dismemberment case that was defined as "extremely difficult" by the provincial expert group.

The scene was set up in a closed room, with various clues that were difficult to distinguish between true and false, blurry traces, and highly misleading items scattered around.

Participants are required to conduct a site survey and write a complete case analysis report within one hour.

"Damn it, what the hell are these things?"

"Is this bone real or fake? And why does this bloodstain look like dog blood?"

Zhang Long and his group of "veterans" from the municipal bureau.

Upon entering the simulated scene, I was completely bewildered.

They were used to arresting and interrogating criminals, and used to using fists and authority to make them talk.

This is an intellectually demanding task that requires calming down and meticulously unraveling complexities.

They were like bulls that had stormed into a china shop, full of energy but with nowhere to use it.