Name: My father is Zhao Dehan, and I hope he will become a dragon!

3 PM, in the small conference room of the Provincial Party Committee.

Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting neat rows of light on the floor.

Li Muhua sat opposite Gao Yuliang, his notebook open, his pen resting at an angle, his expression focused and peaceful.

"Secretary Gao," he smiled slightly, "I invited you here today to hear your opinion on Comrade Zhao Dehan. After all, you are a long-time leader of Handong and the secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission, so you know cadres best."

Gao Yuliang picked up his teacup, gently blew away the foam, and a perfectly balanced expression of satisfaction and emotion appeared on his face:

"Team Leader Li, to be honest, Comrade Zhao Dehan has done a great job in the past six months!"

First, the equity dispute between Dafeng Factory and Shanshui Group dragged on for three years, causing headaches for countless people. He arrived and clarified the ownership structure within three months, allowing workers to return to their jobs and the factory to resume production—this saved a company and stabilized over a thousand families.

He paused, his tone becoming increasingly sincere:

"Secondly, the city was in arrears with teachers' salaries for eight months, and even retired teachers were not receiving their pay. As soon as he took office, he prioritized resolving the teachers' salary arrears and put the respect for teachers and education into practice—this is something that particularly moved me as a veteran educator."

Li Muhua nodded, the pen scratching softly on the paper.

Gao Yuliang continued, his voice filled with sincere approval:

"Third, Guangming District had zero land transactions for two consecutive years, leaving the government with only a few hundred thousand yuan in its accounts. He promoted the development of Nanhu New Area, revitalizing 2800 mu of inefficient land and generating 56.2 billion yuan in land revenue—this is not just a number, but the confidence that allows Handong to stand up again!"

He sighed, his gaze sincere:

"To be honest, Comrade Zhao Dehan is one of the most pragmatic and capable cadres in Handong in recent years."

Li Muhua closed the pen cap and was about to speak when he saw Gao Yuliang's expression suddenly darken and his brows furrow slightly, as if he were in some kind of predicament.

"but……"

Gao Yuliang said slowly, his tone turning heavy: "No one is perfect, and no one is without flaws."

Comrade Zhao Dehan was new to Handong and not yet familiar with the local cadres, which may have led to some oversights in his personnel decisions.

Li Muhua's eyes narrowed: "Oh? Please elaborate."

Gao Yuliang sighed, as if reluctantly reopening a wound: "For example, Comrade Sun Liancheng. He is the head of Guangming District in Jingzhou City. Comrade Zhao Dehan, out of goodwill, arranged for him to take charge of Ding Yizhen's work, but..."

He shook his head, heartbroken: "But what has been the result? The 'kneeling window' left by Ding Yizhen—where people had to squat or kneel to get things done, their knees were all worn out—Sun Liancheng hasn't made any changes in the past six months!"

Even more seriously, he now goes around claiming to be a "close confidant of Governor Zhao," shirking responsibility for the public's demands. Some even say, "He's one of Zhao Dehan's men; we can't afford to offend him!"

Gao Yuliang lowered his voice, almost whispering, "Team Leader Li, this is no small matter. The people have seen Comrade Zhao Dehan's achievements; but if those around him use his name to oppress the people, then the people's hearts will be easily eroded little by little."

Li Muhua frowned: "Is that so? It's a window issue; we didn't notice it!"

"You are visiting the Nanhu District Civil Affairs Service Center, not the Guangming District Civil Affairs Service Center!"

Gao Yuliang smiled wryly: "But people still have to bend over and squat when they need to handle things in their daily lives. I heard that an elderly person fainted on the spot yesterday while handling social security – just because they squatted for too long."

He clasped his hands together and spoke with utmost sincerity: "I am not questioning Comrade Zhao Dehan's abilities, but I am worried that even the best achievements of a good cadre can be tarnished if he is surrounded by the wrong people."

Li Muhua remained silent for a long time before slowly nodding: "Secretary Gao, thank you for your frankness. We will investigate carefully."

That evening, at the investigation team's residence.

Li Muhua convened a meeting with three group members: Deputy Group Leader Chen Guodong (Cadre Supervision Bureau of the Organization Department of the CPC Central Committee), member Lin Xue (female, Policy Research Office), and member Zhou Zhiyuan (public opinion analysis expert).

"Gao Yuliang brought up a situation today," Li Muhua said bluntly, "about Sun Liancheng and the kneeling window."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Zhiyuan immediately looked up: "Team Leader Li, this matter has already become a trending topic this afternoon!"

He pulled up his phone and handed it to Li Muhua.

The NOVA new phone has been on Weibo for less than two months since its release.

However, it doesn't belong to Sina, but is an internet company invested in by Zhao Chongming. There is only one requirement: the company must be located in Jingzhou City.

Must be installed upon startup.

With its inherent invincibility, Han Dongjingzhou Weibo Co., Ltd. has been established in a short period of time.

Zhao Chongming acquired 70% of the shares.

Is this the new Handong under Zhao Dehan's leadership? An elderly man fainted after kneeling while applying for social security!

In the video, an elderly man with white hair is seen crouching shakily in front of a high-speed train window, which is only half a meter away. A staff member hands him a form with a blank expression, but the old man can't reach it and almost falls over.

Lin Xue frowned: "The comment section is exploding. The hashtag #KneelingWindow# has surpassed one million views, with many netizens questioning: 'Was Zhao Dehan's political achievement built on the knees of ordinary people?'"

Chen Guodong said in a deep voice, "I just checked, and Sun Liancheng has indeed been given an important position by Zhao Dehan and is currently in charge of government services. This is a typical case of 'negligence in personnel selection' risk."

Li Muhua leaned back in his chair, his gaze deep: "Gao Yuliang's praise of Zhao Dehan today was entirely true; however, this is a misjudgment in personnel selection!"

The group of people looked at each other.

It doesn't matter to me.

With such a significant achievement on the table, what does it matter if there was a misjudgment in personnel selection?

Sun Liancheng!

At 6:17 p.m., Sun Liancheng pushed open the door to his house, his legs feeling like lead.

He had lost a lot of weight; his cheekbones were prominent, his eyes were sunken, his shirt collar was worn white, and his cuffs were covered in construction dust.

For the past two weeks, he has hardly been home—he spends his days in the second phase of the Nanhu Industrial Zone, overseeing the final touches on the "seven connections and one leveling" project. The so-called "seven connections and one leveling" refers to infrastructure construction, including roads, electricity, water, drainage, communications, gas, heating, and land leveling.

The plan is to develop the Nanhu area into a large industrial zone.

This morning I accompanied Hanguang Electronics Industry to view the land. They requested that accommodation for 200 workers be arranged within three days.

Sun Liancheng was also anxious and immediately made a decision: "Make room for the workers on two floors of the management committee office building!"

At 3 a.m., they were still waiting outside the power supply bureau, trying to rush to install a 6300 kVA transformer.

"Old Sun!"

His wife, Wang Xiufen, poked her head out of the kitchen, clutching a spatula, her voice trembling, "You...you need to watch TV! You're on the news!"

Sun Liancheng was taken aback: "What news? Praising me?"

"It's not a good thing...it's an insult!"

Wang Xiufen's eyes were red as she pointed to the living room.

The television is currently broadcasting a special report from the local community channel, "People's Livelihood Focus":

"...Our undercover reporter discovered that the service windows at the Nanhu New District Government Service Hall are less than one meter high, forcing people to bend over or squat for extended periods while processing their paperwork. This morning, 78-year-old retired teacher Zhang Guilan experienced dizziness due to the uncomfortable posture while applying for pension verification; fortunately, she was helped by a passerby..."

It is understood that the hall is directly under the supervision of Comrade Sun Liancheng, Deputy Director of the Nanhu Management Committee…

The scene cuts to a secretly filmed video:

An elderly man, his back hunched, gripped the low windowsill with both hands, his knees almost touching the ground, as he trembled as he handed over materials.

Inside the window, the staff member was looking down at the documents, not even looking up.

The title is eye-catching:

Why are the new achievements of the new Handong government making the people bend over to get things done?

"Damn it!" Sun Liancheng rushed forward and grabbed the remote control, smashing it against the TV!

"Bang!" The screen went black, and shards flew everywhere.

"Which idiot is spreading rumors about me?!" Sun Liancheng's eyes were bloodshot, his voice hoarse as if tearing silk: "Whoever did this is a fucking dog!"