He was no genius and had no connections. All he had was his grandfather’s notebook and a heart devoted to the people.
The day he was transferred to Qingshan Town, his colleagues saw him off with pity in their eyes, as if watching someone plunge into an abyss. They didn’t know that the first page of the notebook held his grandfather’s final words: “The true abyss is sitting in an office and being unable to see the people’s faces.”
See how an ordinary civil servant carves out a place for himself on the front lines.
