2025, Beijing.
In a cramped examination room, the air was as stagnant as a solid. The energy-saving lamp above his head cast a pale, temperatureless light, which shone on Chen Jing's bloodshot eyes, revealing the profound fatigue and unwillingness on his face.
At the age of forty-eight, he reached the official position. For a grassroots man who had no background and climbed up step by step from the ravine, this should have been the most glorious chapter in his life.
However, at this moment, he became a prisoner.
The charge was "financial problems."
A joke. Chen Jing smiled miserably in his heart. In his whole life, he was as clean as his name. He had never been greedy or taken away a penny. But in this game called Game of Thrones, being clean is the original sin. Your political opponents don't need you to be actually guilty, they just need a reason to take you off the board.
"Chen Jing, I'll give you one last chance."
Across the table, the young man in his early thirties tapped his knuckles on the table, making a monotonous and suppressed sound. His tone was cold, but there was a trace of unconcealable joy in his eyes.
"Explain your relationship with the 'old leader', explain your profit transmission chain, and strive for leniency."
This novel is purely fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental.
It's so messed up that I can't understand it.