Name: The Holy Son of the Energy Department Enters Handong

"Do you still want to improve?"

This question came to Sha Ruijin's mind.

The answer is accurate and quick.

He definitely wants to improve!

Who doesn't want to improve? The higher one's position, the more one wants to improve!

For them, every step is like a leap to heaven; who wouldn't want to improve?

But this is the problem that Sha Ruijin is facing.

Such a sudden turn of events, especially under such adverse circumstances, undoubtedly led him to choose to give up on progress.

Giving up the opportunity for progress and maintaining the status quo is the best course of action.

Sha Ruijin's eyes dimmed, thinking that his father-in-law was about to give up on him.

Keep yourself calm and peaceful, and don't have any other unnecessary thoughts.

Is the position of provincial party secretary a good one?

The answer is yes, a high-ranking official at the ministerial level.

Of course it's good.

But it's still not as good as taking it a step further!

This is such a great pity, especially since he came down with a special mission: to reorganize the situation in Handong.

If you do well, you'll make 80-90% progress.

That would extend his gaming time, and the future is truly full of possibilities.

But now it all seems like a pipe dream.

"Don't be nervous, just tell me your true thoughts!" Old Huang seemed to sense the complex expression on Sha Ruijin's face.

He spoke calmly and slowly, like a compassionate old man.

As an orphan, Sha Ruijin was all too familiar with this feeling.

Whenever I feel conflicted and nervous,

Master Huang would use this tone to guide himself onto the right path.

Just like before, he spoke his mind.

"Dad, I want to improve! I want to play in the top-tier matches!!!"

"Okay, I understand what you're thinking!"

Be nicer to my daughter from now on.

After saying these words, which sounded like his last words, Old Huang hung up the phone.

He poured himself another cup of tea and slowly drank it.

He then lit a cigarette and picked up a hammer from the table.

"Both of these things are bad for your health, but the pleasure they provide when combined far outweighs the harm caused by either of them!"

"Little Jinzi, Little Jinzi, if you want to try, then Daddy will help you one last time!"

Old Huang slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

"But you'll have to walk the rest of the road yourself!"

Old Huang sighed helplessly; he had less than a year left before retirement.

After this incident caused a stir,

My initial enthusiasm has been completely worn down, and someone needs to give an explanation for this matter.

If I don't take this step myself...

Sha Ruijin has no hope of advancement, and there's even a possibility that this matter could implicate a group of his old comrades, which is something he doesn't want to accept.

Moreover, those old comrades-in-arms had gone through many twists and turns,

Several of Zhao Xia's old comrades-in-arms worked under Zhao Xia's father.

They are a behemoth to begin with; if we were to fight them head-on, it would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot—a suicidal act.

Moreover, they were the ones who had done wrong, and a torrent of anger welled up within them.

What brought him down was not the will of any one person, but the will of the whole.

That day, Old Huang spent the entire day smoking in his office.

The guards and secretary stopped all the visitors today.

This is to give this old man his final dignity.

Because those who are visiting today are probably not just here to do work.

As dawn broke and the light pierced Old Huang's eyes, he was startled to realize that he had been smoking for a whole day and night.

He shakily pulled out a piece of paper.

It was blank, without a trace.

My fair skin is enviable, but when I was young, I could paint any shape on the canvas of life.

But he was already old, and the painting of his life had come to an end.

It can no longer be turned into a blank sheet of paper; I truly envy my former self.

He picked up the fountain pen that his late former leader had given him.

He slowly wrote down: "Application to withdraw from the organization and resign from my work!"

The content is as follows:

Dear Leader...

I am feeling unwell and wish to withdraw...

As the paintbrush fell, Huang Lao seemed to have lost all his strength.

But his pupils shone with a different light.

"Little Jinzi, this is the progress you've been looking for. This is the last time Dad will help you."

Whether it's a blessing or a curse, good or bad, depends entirely on your own abilities.

Father can no longer protect you; this is the last thing Father can do for you!

I just hope...

Don't drag our family into this abyss!

Mr. Huang carefully folded the paper and put it into the envelope.

He didn't tell his old comrade-in-arms, nor did he tell Sha Ruijin; he simply picked up the envelope.

They knocked on the old squad leader's office.

…………

At Chen Hai's home in Handong Province.

"Chen Hai, Chen Hai, you've really ruined my life!"

do you know?

Because of you, I was punished by the Supreme People's Procuratorate, simply because you didn't arrest Ding Yizhen as quickly as possible..."

Hou Liangping crossed his legs and wandered around Chen Hai's small home.

He was looking for some expensive food and drinks that he could eat.

Chen Hai was cooking in the kitchen to entertain his old classmate.

Upon hearing Hou Liangping's words, he retorted for the first time with a firm stance:

"This is not my fault. You didn't give me the proper procedures for filing a case, so how could I help you arrest people?"

Because of this, I was severely criticized by Mr. Han Gao.

Besides, Ding Yizhen is not a criminal now.

"It's because your Supreme People's Procuratorate handled the case so brutally that he's now a missing person whose whereabouts are unknown."

"You, you, you! How can you not see the credit right in front of you? We all got credit for arresting him, but now that you've released him, aren't you guilty?!" Hou Liangping was instantly indignant upon hearing this. He stood up and pointed at Chen Hai's nose.

Chen Hai was somewhat helpless.

My roommate is still the same as he was in school.

Shameless.

They had already argued on the phone, and now he still has the nerve to come to his house for a free meal.

They made it sound so nice, like they were welcoming us, but they didn't help with the cooking, and the only gift they brought was a few oranges.

"Fine, fine, I can't argue with you!" Chen Hai conceded.

But Hou Liangping, taking advantage of the situation, continued, "Look, look, you said it yourself, you admitted it, you owe me a big corrupt official."

Chen Hai chose to remain silent in response.

In his early years, the early death of his wife made Chen Hai's temper exceptionally mild.

Even now, when Hou Liangping is being unreasonable, he treats him like a child, showing little emotional fluctuation.

Hou Liangping saw that Chen Hai wasn't responding to his question.

He suddenly asked:

"By the way, I've heard some rumors that the wife of Li Dakang, a member of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee of Handong Province and Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee of Jingzhou City, is suspected of accepting bribes. Does your Anti-Corruption Bureau have any leads?"

Chen Hai was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then gave a sneer and said, "Where did you get this information? It's not from the Chaoyang masses again, is it?"