Life Reset: I’m the Master in the Officialdom

In fact, Sun Hai had already heard about this result before the meeting.

After all, he had been working diligently in the county party committee for so long. With the personal connections he had accumulated over the years and his familiarity with the internal operating mechanisms, it was not difficult for him to get this information from the party and government office.

However, although he was mentally prepared, Sun Hai was still unwilling to accept his fate.

With a glimmer of hope, before the meeting started, he once again mustered up his courage and sneaked into the office of Zeng Hong, the county party secretary.

Back then, as the director of the research laboratory, he was a big shot in Zeng Hong's eyes. Not only was he highly respected, but he also gave Zeng Hong advice and made many contributions.

It’s a pity that times have changed. In Zeng Hong’s eyes, he has long lost his former glory and is even worse than shit.

Faced with Zeng Hong's cold and resolute attitude, Sun Hai almost knelt down on the spot, begging the other party to show leniency so that he could keep his position as a section chief and wait for retirement in peace.

After a long period of soft and hard persuasion and persistent persuasion, perhaps because Sun Hai could no longer bear it, Zeng Hong finally and reluctantly revealed a little bit of so-called "gossip" to him...

"You've offended the wrong person. Zhao Yunpeng's brother is a high-ranking official in Beijing. This is a light punishment for you. If you don't know what's best for you, I'll send you to jail and make you work on a sewing machine!"

Sun Hai was in tears!

He thought that everything in the laboratory was under his control. He knew exactly who had relatives with the leaders and who had money, but he had missed only one person, Zhao Yunpeng!

After hearing this, Sun Hai no longer wanted to pester her and walked out of Zeng Hong's office in dejection.

At the same time, after research by the Standing Committee, Zhao Yunpeng was officially appointed as the director of the Linxian County Party Committee Research Office (deputy section level).

With Zhao Yunpeng's qualifications, he should have been promoted to deputy section level long ago, but he just had never been in line.

Zeng Hong wanted to arrange a section chief rank for Zhao Yunpeng right away, but the organization had regulations, so she could only take it step by step!

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After the meeting, Zhao Yunpeng learned the news and called Wentao directly.

If Wentao had not been involved in this matter, Zhao Yunpeng would never believe it.

Why?

Why was Governor Zhao making such a big fuss when he came back to see him in person?

Although I do have some literary talent, it is not at the level that would catch the governor's eye at first sight.

As soon as the call was connected, Zhao Yunpeng hadn't said anything when he heard Wen Tao on the other end of the line say, "Brother Peng, roll up your sleeves and work hard. We brothers will see each other in Beijing in the future!"

After hearing Wentao's words, Zhao Yunpeng couldn't help but shed tears.

From childhood to adulthood, these orphans have never experienced the feeling of having someone to support them.

Today, he finally felt the moment when he stood up straight!

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Beijing, Chang'an Avenue, National People's Congress Hall.

Today, the magnificent National People’s Congress Auditorium is about to usher in an important moment to witness the glorious history of the Chinese nation!

The core topic of this meeting was a heated debate on high-speed rail construction, and ultimately a vote to decide the direction of this major project.

This solemn and grand NPC auditorium is of astonishing scale and extremely spacious interior, with thousands of seats, enough to accommodate the large number of participants to participate in this extremely meaningful discussion.

At the front of the auditorium is the podium, which symbolizes authority and core status.

Although the meeting had not officially begun, the entire auditorium was already immersed in a tense, orderly and busy atmosphere.

Hundreds of female comrades in neat black suits and white shirts were seen shuttling back and forth in every corner of the venue like a group of hardworking bees.