Ladder of Power

That rainy night, he carried the old man and ran down the mountain. Twenty-two years later, my daughter personally took over the order to investigate him. In 1995, Li Xiangdong came to Qingshi Township, the poorest town in the province, carrying a bedroll on his back. There was a pot of withered yellow clivia on the windowsill, and he filled it half with water. He rode his bicycle through seven villages and chatted with farmers on the field ridges. Everyone said that this young man was good. Later he left Qingshi Township. From the county to the city, from the city to the province, the reforms he implemented were promoted throughout the province, and everyone praised him for his ability and integrity. There are always two pots of Clivia in his office. He said that a gentleman is like an orchid, pure and innocent. Until my daughter dug out a stack of old notebooks in the iron cabinet of the old house. Later, she was admitted to the civil service and received an order to join the task force. The person the task force wanted to investigate was the person she had called "Dad" for more than 20 years. Starting from the water canal in Qingshi Township, the account books were piled one on top of the other. The young man who carried the old man down the mountain on a rainy night took twenty-two years to reach the top of the mountain. The journey down the mountain took only nine months. Some accounts will never be settled in a lifetime. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.