As soon as Zhang Qingshan became a college student village official, he encountered the old party secretary who wanted to demolish dilapidated houses of villagers.
He stopped the bulldozer out of anger, but was scolded by the old branch secretary: "It's no use! If the house collapses and people die, will you carry it?"
Ten years later, Zhang Qingshan became the county party committee secretary.
The ancestral home of his mentor, the old branch secretary, was to be demolished to build a highway. The old man tremblingly handed over his cigarette: "Secretary Zhang, are you accommodating?"
Zhang Qingshan took the cigarette and signed the demolition agreement: "Teacher Zhao, the road needs to be repaired, and the rules must not be broken."
When the bulldozers roared, the handwriting of the self-reflection written by the old branch secretary in his pocket was blurred by sweat.
