Life Reset: I’m the Master in the Officialdom

The eldest son, Zhou Rusheng, served as the battalion commander of the infiltration battalion during the Chaoxian War and died in a battle.

The second son, Zhou Ruqing, starved to death because Mr. Zhou was labeled a rightist during the "revolutionary period", and Mr. Zhou's legs were disabled during the "revolutionary period".

The youngest son, Zhou Ruwen, once served as deputy chief of the Narcotics Control Brigade of the Beijing Public Security Bureau. At that time, his wife had just become pregnant, and he was retaliated by drug dealers. The couple was brutally killed by drug dealers.

"Could Wentao be that child?" Long Gang thought to himself.

After Mr. Zhou was rehabilitated, he has been in charge of our country's internal security work, undertaking tasks such as the security of our country's important targets and maintaining social stability. He is extremely important.

After Mr. Zhou left, no one discussed it any further. After all, these people didn't dare to discuss Mr. Zhou's affairs, and if they did, they would just think about it secretly in their hearts.

The group returned to the Jingcheng Hotel in a car that had been prepared in advance. Wang Jian gathered everyone in a small conference room and held a brief meeting.

"Our manuscript was completed very successfully and was unanimously approved at the meeting. Secretary Long instructed that we stay in Beijing for another three days. Everyone can rest up and go shopping!"

Everyone felt a sense of relief. After so many days of hard work, their efforts were finally rewarded!

After the meeting, the group left the conference room feeling relaxed, knowing that the next three days would be a rare time for them to relax.

Some directors have even discussed where to go and what local specialties to bring back for their relatives and colleagues.

You know, in this day and age, they can get their money reimbursed for shopping and buying local specialties! Director Wang Jian of the Secretariat has already spoken, so this little thing of reimbursement is no big deal.

Wentao seems a little "unsociable".

Firstly, he was not very familiar with these masters, and secondly, after what happened in the afternoon, he felt a little tired and wanted to go back to his room to rest.

When Wentao returned to the room and was about to fall asleep, his cell phone rang.

"Is that Wentao?" The caller's voice sounded unfamiliar to Wentao.

"It's me, who are you?" Wentao responded quickly.

"Just call me Fourth Uncle. I'll pick you up on the first floor of the Capital Hotel in ten minutes. Get ready."

Without waiting for Wentao to respond, the caller hung up the phone, appearing very domineering.

A Hongqi car with license plate number JingAG0038 was parked at the gate of the Beijing Hotel.

Anyone with a keen eye knows that license plates starting with "京AG" are only issued to special units. Wen Tao came down from upstairs and saw the man getting out of the car. He greeted him and Wen Tao followed him into the car.

"I was sent by Mr. Zhou. You can call me Fourth Uncle. I am Mr. Zhou's godson. My name is Zhou Rujie," Zhou Rujie said to Wentao.

"Boy, you have a lot of questions, right? You'll understand when you meet your grandfather!" Before Wen Tao could speak, Zhou Rujie blocked Wen Feng's mouth.

Grandfather? Wen Tao had many questions in his mind, but he also felt that there might be some connection between him and this old man. However, he had lived two lives, and in his previous life, Mr. Zhou had not appeared in his life trajectory. Wen Tao searched his memories diligently, but in his previous life, he had held the rank of deputy director, and had never come into contact with Mr. Zhou on his level.

The car drove westward until it reached the western suburbs of Beijing. After turning an intersection, a two-lane road appeared. There was a guard post at the entrance of the road, and in front of the post stood two armed police officers with live ammunition.

There were two prominent red signs in front of the guardhouse. The one on the left read "Military Restricted Area, No Entry." The one on the right read "Guards are sacred and must not be violated!"

When the car arrived in front of the guard post, the guard did not stop it, but saluted the car. The further Wen Tao drove in, the more military vehicles he saw. There were also many soldiers training in the distance. The car drove to a place similar to a family compound and stopped in front of a three-story building in the center.