Before he was reborn, Lin Weimin was framed and driven to jump from a building, his backbone crushed without mercy by the political arena.
When he opened his eyes, he had returned to the age of twenty-five, back in his deputy-section-chief post. The forged accusation letter lay right in front of him.
The former head of the disciplinary inspection team walked in with a faint smile. “Xiao Lin, there’s something we need your cooperation with…”
Lin Weimin calmly put away the fabricated evidence, then turned and held up a voice recorder. “Chief, I’d also like to ask you a few questions about that plot of land in the Economic Development Zone.”
He wore a gentle smile, while the other man’s expression began to crumble, inch by inch…
