One person said: The essence of Wuhou Qimen lies not in Qimen, but in Wuhou.

"Comrade Zhuge Ming," the old leader said without any pleasantries, picking up a document from the table and handing it to him. His tone was calm but weighty. "This isn't about sending you for some training. This is an official order. Take it back and read it carefully. Every item has been decided after careful consideration by the organization."

Zhuge Ming took the document with both hands, but did not open it. He simply placed it neatly on his lap, looking directly at his old leader.

The old leader picked up his enamel mug, took a sip of tea, and put the mug down with a soft sound as the porcelain bottom tapped against the table.

Then he spoke, his pace slow, but each word like a nail hammered into a table: "Since ancient times, it has always been the case that to repel external aggression, one must first pacify the internal situation. Some small groups and organizations have been operating outside the rule of law for too long, and have developed an unwarranted arrogance. These groups and organizations must, without exception, be under the leadership of the Party and the state. You must keep this in mind."

Zhuge Ming nodded, and was about to say, "Please rest assured, leader," when the old leader raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Your application last time—to return to the military base to continue participating in follow-up projects of the 'Great Wall Project'—is not approved by the organization."

The old leader's tone was calm, but his attitude was as clear as a guillotine: "Comrade Zhuge Ming, you have suffered a lot for the country over the years and made great contributions. The organization has seen and remembered all of this. We have also learned about the Wuhou Qimen, a technique passed down by the Wuhou School, which has the power to seize the heavens and earth, but can also harm one's own destiny—the image of you vomiting blood in the laboratory last time is still on the minds of all those who know about it."

The old leader leaned forward slightly, his voice rising a few degrees in temperature: "The country won't let a meritorious person, a hero, suffer in vain. We must cherish them. Just consider this a long vacation, take a good rest. We'll call you back when we encounter problems that are truly insurmountable. Until then, your next task is to complete this new assignment given to you by the organization—do you understand?"

Having said that, every possible avenue is blocked.

With orders, concern, and unquestionable justifications, Zhuge Ming could only swallow his reluctance, no matter how much he wanted to.

He took the document off his lap, held it upright in his hands, and said only six words: "Resolutely obey the organization."

……

The black limousine drove smoothly through the streets of Beijing, with office buildings and traffic outside the window slowly receding.

Zhuge Ming sat in the back row with the document stamped with a bright red official seal on his lap—he had just received it with both hands in the office without flipping through it, but now he finally had time to look at it carefully.

He turned to the first page.

Then he took a deep breath and muttered to himself: Good heavens, I didn't know until I saw it, and what I found shocked me.

The document's content is concise and well-organized, with each item like a carefully weighed weight placed on the same scale.

He quickly scanned the standard official document wording and mentally extracted the core content into three points:

The first point—which is also repeatedly emphasized in bold and placed at the very beginning of the document—is to ensure your own safety.

The document didn't mention "pay attention to safety" or "please take safety seriously." Instead, it used an almost stern tone, stating: "Safety is the top priority, and there is no room for error. Your life no longer belongs to you alone, but to the nation. The life of the nation cannot be lost."

Zhuge Ming looked at the sentence "Your life no longer belongs to you alone" and remained silent for two seconds.

He had heard this phrase before when he was in the army and at the research base, but he had never seen it written in black and white in a formal order document before.

This means that the higher authorities regarded him—Zhuge Ming—as a strategic resource of the country.

They are not talents, not cadres, but strategic resources.

Resources cannot be depleted and must be protected.

Article 2 - All comrades of the state-owned enterprise Nadutong Company will fully cooperate with this mission without question.

The key words in this sentence are "full cooperation" and "no doubt".

Full cooperation means that all of the company's resources are open to him, and no doubt means that if someone does not cooperate or is outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant, then the nature of the problem is no longer a work disagreement.

The third point—he looked at those two short lines of text, and the corner of his mouth twitched very slightly.

He holds military power.

Under certain circumstances, troops from the Jiangxi Provincial Military Region, the Armed Police, the Special Police, and local public security forces can be directly deployed.

The document's wording was precise down to every punctuation mark: "It can only be used under specific circumstances, and prior approval is required before use, but no approval is needed."

Zhuge Ming read the words "No need to wait for approval" twice.

This means he holds a powerful weapon in his hand; he only needs to give a heads-up before drawing it, without waiting for approval.

He closed the document, leaned back in his seat, and tapped his fingers lightly on the cover. Suddenly, a thought that had been ignored for many years flashed through his mind.

He almost forgot—his military rank wasn't low at all.

Senior Colonel, equivalent to a division commander.

Four beans.

I usually wear a suit to work in the government building, but when I put on a white shirt and take off my military uniform, I almost forget that I'm carrying this on my shoulder.

He sighed and looked out the car window.

The street scenes of Beijing flowed past the car window, bustling with traffic and people coming and going, and the lives of ordinary people proceeded peacefully and orderly.

An elderly woman selling jianbing (Chinese crepes) set up her stall on the roadside, two middle school students in school uniforms chased each other on bicycles, and white-collar workers hurried past the office building entrance, carrying coffee.

These people don't know what an extraordinary person is, what the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony is, or what the Eight Extraordinary Skills are.

All they knew was that they had to work overtime tonight, hadn't prepared for their child's parent-teacher meeting tomorrow, and that the price of eggs in the supermarket had gone up again.

"This is difficult."

Zhuge Ming muttered to himself, his voice so low that only he could hear it, "This is a bit troublesome. This job won't be easy."

He pulled his finger away from the street scene outside the car window and continued to calculate in his mind.

It cannot cause too much social impact, cannot disrupt the lives of ordinary people, and cannot cause chaos—this is the first rule.

We need to rectify and integrate, but we can't do it haphazardly; we need to proceed steadily.

If we're going to proceed cautiously, then we need to be reasonable.

The people of Tiantong, the Ten Elders, the company, the government, the military—all forces are on this chessboard, but the most convenient one is not necessarily the most useful.

The army should not be used unless absolutely necessary.

A senior colonel at the division level led a team of special forces soldiers to storm Longhu Mountain. The scene was so beautiful that it caused an international uproar.

It's still a society based on personal connections.

My boss is giving me a hard time.

His thoughts drifted in another direction—a direction that made him a little itchy.

It's all that fat Zhao Fangxu's fault.

Why insist on maintaining a balance? Why play the game of using minimal force to achieve maximum effect? ​​Instead, push the hot potato into his arms and sit in the chairman's office drinking tea and waiting for the outcome.

Playing this game with the government is just asking for trouble.