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

Later, in order to improve his overall quality, he responded to the call of the country to join the army and served in a research base of a strategic support force. He participated in a number of military science and technology projects and made significant contributions to the modernization of national defense. He was awarded a second-class merit once and a first-class collective merit once, and was awarded the honorary title of "Model Soldier for Strengthening the Army through Science and Technology".

He was injured during an experimental mission and was classified as a disabled veteran due to work-related injuries. He was later honorably demobilized.

After leaving the military, he devoted himself to local development and held relevant government positions in Zhejiang Province.

He started from the grassroots level and served successively as deputy director, director, deputy bureau chief, and so on, until his current position.

He was diligent and responsible during his work, achieved outstanding results, and was repeatedly recognized as an excellent civil servant and an excellent Communist Party member.

Personal motto: "I am a brick of the Party, I will go wherever I am needed." — Zhuge Ming

The PowerPoint presentation has been turned to its last page.

The conference room was deathly silent.

Then, as if someone had pressed a switch, everyone's expression changed.

Bi Youlong's mouth was open, unable to close, and his expression looked as if someone had stuffed an egg into his mouth.

He was just yelling about "finding faults," but now, looking at that resume on the screen, sweat beaded on his forehead again—entering Tsinghua University at age 12, postdoctoral fellow at age 17, recipient of the National Science and Technology Progress Award (Special Prize), and a model soldier in the military's science and technology development program… This isn't about finding faults; this is clearly a powerful figure, sent down from above for inspection, and they're too busy treating him with utmost respect.

Chairman Su's eyes lit up.

She was in charge of the affairs of the Ten Elders and dealt with various forces in the world of supernatural beings year-round, so she had a very sharp eye for people.

She stared at Zhuge Ming's photo on the screen, a playful smile appearing on her lips, and muttered under her breath, "Interesting."

Huang Boren's smile remained on his face, but if you looked closely, you would notice that the muscles at the corners of his mouth were slightly stiff.

His fingers tapped unconsciously twice on the table, then quickly returned to normal.

Xu Si's expression was the most interesting.

He was taken aback at first, then leaned closer to the screen, squinted and looked at it carefully, as if to make sure he hadn't misread it.

Then he slowly leaned back in his chair, took out a lighter from his pocket, lit the cigarette he'd been holding for so long, took a deep drag, and uttered two words: "Goodness."

Gao Lian from the Northeast region grinned, revealing an expression that was hard to tell whether it was admiration or bitterness, and muttered in a low voice in Northeastern dialect, "This is just...this is a god."

Liao Zhong from South China looked increasingly serious. He didn't speak, but he tightened his grip on his chest, his knuckles turning white.

Ren Fei from Huazhong narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze lingering on the photo on the screen for a long time, as if trying to memorize the face.

Hao Yi from the Southwest continued to stare at the table, but his brows furrowed even more deeply.

Dou Le's expression was the worst.

He is the head of the East China region, and Jiangxi is within his jurisdiction.

This Director Zhuge also serves as a first-level inspector in Jiangxi, so doesn't that mean he's directly in charge of his territory? He subconsciously touched his tie, feeling a tightness around his neck.

Zhao Fangxu took in everyone's reactions, then pressed his hands down to signal for silence.

"Comrades," his voice remained steady, but with an added layer of profound meaning, "you have all learned what you need to know. After the meeting, each of you should convey the spirit of the meeting effectively. Remember what I said today—do not say anything that is detrimental to unity, and do nothing that is detrimental to unity. After Director Zhuge Ming takes office, all departments must fully cooperate and there must be no negligence."

He looked around, his gaze finally settling on the young face on the screen, and his lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

"Gentlemen, meeting adjourned."

There was a sound of chairs being moved in the conference room, but no one left immediately.

Everyone's eyes turned back to the big screen, to the young man in the white shirt, thin-rimmed glasses, and with a calm expression.

The photo seemed to be looking at them as well.

The faint curve at the corner of her lips seemed to say—

I am coming.

……

The people in the meeting room gradually left.

The sounds of chairs being moved, footsteps, and hushed conversations mingled together, echoing for a moment in the round table conference room before gradually fading into silence.

The six directors left, each with their own thoughts, and the heads of the seven regions followed suit.

When Dou Le from Huadong left, he looked unwell; his tie was loosened slightly, as if something was choking his neck.

Liao Zhong from South China still looked solemn, and his pace was slower than usual.

Hao Yi from the Southwest still had that same meek and obedient demeanor, but his pace was noticeably faster than anyone else's.

Only Xu Si, the head of the North China region, did not leave.

He leaned back in his chair, stretching his long legs out in front of him, looking as if he were sprawled out on the chair. His posture was not exactly elegant, but it had a certain roguish charm.

He took a cigarette out of his pocket, twirled it between his fingers twice, then stood up and moved closer to Zhao Fangxu, who was still sitting in the main seat organizing documents.

"Chairman Zhao, would you like one?"

Xu Si handed over the cigarette, his face bearing the standard "subordinate flattering the leader" smile, his eyes narrowed into slits.

Zhao Fangxu looked up at him, waved his hand, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "No, no, my throat hasn't been feeling well lately. What's wrong, Xu Si? Is there anything work-related?"

Xu Si's hand, which was offering the cigarette, froze in mid-air. The smile on his face stiffened for a second, and then, with astonishing speed, it switched to an expression that mixed shock, concern, and heartache.

The sincerity of his expression was so palpable that anyone who didn't know better would have thought his own father was in the hospital.

"Oh dear, boss!"

Xu Si slapped his thigh, his voice rising a half-octave, "I didn't know! Your throat was sore, that's a big deal! Why didn't you say so sooner!"

He deftly put the cigarette away, as if afraid the smell would bother his superior, then pulled a palm-sized tin can from another pocket. The can was printed with the words "Tianjin Wei · Time-Honored Brand," and presented it to Zhao Fangxu with both hands.

"Look at this, isn't this a perfect coincidence? I just got some top-quality mint tea from Tianjin, a genuine old brand, hand-roasted by a master craftsman, every single leaf is made from carefully selected tender buds. Let me tell you, this stuff is absolutely amazing for soothing your throat, much better than any throat lozenges! I was originally planning to bring it to your office, but this just happened to be the perfect opportunity—Boss, take this home and brew it, two cups a day, and I guarantee your voice will be as clear as a nightingale's!"

When Xu Si said this, his expression was extremely sincere, and his tone was so sincere that it was almost dripping with honey. His "the leader is my god" attitude could almost be seen from the crack in the conference room door.

Zhao Fangxu was both amused and exasperated by his words. He gently pressed his throat and waved his hand, saying, "It's alright, it's alright, it's all for work."

Xu Si's expression instantly turned serious. He pushed the mint tea towards Zhao Fangxu again and said earnestly, "Boss, what you're saying is wrong. Health is the foundation of everything! You work so hard for the company every day, and we subordinates feel sorry for you. If you don't take care of yourself and get a headache or fever, what will we do? What will happen to the whole company?"