Life Reset: I’m the Master in the Officialdom

Wentao nodded heavily.

After living two lives, he finally has a home. Wen Tao is puzzled as to why his grandfather from his previous life didn't come to find him, otherwise he wouldn't have died tragically in prison. This question will probably remain in Wen Tao's heart forever...

Beijing, Zhongjie Hutong.

Zhongjie Hutong is located on the east side of Wangfujing and west side of Chaoyangmen in the CBD.

Chang'an Avenue is just outside the door, and it is a prime location in the core area of ​​​​the capital.

Since the Qing Dynasty, this has been the residence of dignitaries.

In 2002, the country launched a large-scale construction project and the entire country began to move towards modernization. Some old alleys had been almost demolished.

For example, the former bustling city, the Liujiu Memorial Archway, etc.

Zhongjie Hutong is one of the few remaining hutongs with relatively well-preserved old buildings. Although it has undergone several rounds of renovation, it still retains the appearance of ancient buildings. In later generations, these small courtyards in the hutong would probably be too small to be taken down.

The people who live here are all dignitaries, and I guess they would not sell their houses for a few small goals.

The small courtyards in Zhongjie Hutong all had their doors tightly closed, looking very quiet.

Occasionally, some Red Flag cars would enter and exit these courtyards. The license plates were all from government departments, and the people who opened the doors were all armed police.

People passing by here can only sigh, but they have never been inside and have no idea who lives inside.

A red Honda Civic sedan drove into the alley.

The car stopped at the door of a closed gate and a beautiful woman got out.

This beauty is Jian Mingyue. Jian Mingyue is wearing a white dress today, with a pair of green high heels underneath the dress. The clicking sound of the high heels makes her look sexy and youthful and beautiful.

"Mingyue, you're back. It's been so long since you came back. You're so beautiful!" An old lady riding a bicycle shouted to Mingyue. There was a small bag hanging on the bicycle, and it was obvious that she was going to buy vegetables.

"Hello, Auntie An, are you going to buy groceries? Have you retired from education?"

"I have been retired for nearly half a year. I should have not been the deputy minister earlier. I have been working until I was 65 years old. I haven't seen my eldest grandson for a single day. He is already in elementary school. I have to hurry to buy groceries and cook. My eldest grandson will be back from school soon for dinner." Aunt An said with a smile.

"Go quickly and come to my house when you have time."

"You should go home quickly, Mingyue. I saw a lot of people came to your house today."

Jian Mingyue rang the doorbell of the big iron gate. A young man opened the door. He had a flat head and a dark but resolute face. Although he was not wearing a military uniform, anyone with a sharp eye could tell that he was definitely a soldier.

This is an old courtyard that carries traces of time and warm memories. It is quiet and quaint, like a slowly unfolding ink painting.

As she stepped over the threshold, the first thing that caught her eye was a path paved with bluestone slabs, with carefully trimmed bushes on both sides. Jian Mingyue walked along the path into the depths of the courtyard. Along the way, Jian Mingyue met several staff members, and she greeted them enthusiastically.

They are all Mr. Jian's service staff. Today is the day of the Jian family's family dinner, which is held once a year and is very important.

Jian Mingyue walked into the main room, where her second and third uncles were talking to the old man.

Jian Mingyue shouted, "Grandpa, I'm back!"

The old man immediately smiled happily: "Xiaoyue, come to grandpa quickly."

Mr. Jian is now almost ninety years old. He is an old revolutionary and a strong pillar of the Republic. When he spoke at this moment, he was just an old man who loved his granddaughter.

Both Grandpa Jian and Grandpa Zhou were old revolutionaries who joined the National Red Army. They had dozens of wounds of varying sizes on their bodies, but they were also the Jian family's mainstay.