His name is Chen Mo.
The man lives up to his name - he dared not speak when he was a child and never raised his hand in class; after entering the system, he talked the least at the wine table and did not take sides in the office; during the five years when he was in debt of two million, he carried it alone without speaking to anyone.
Others think he is a dull gourd, but only he knows: It's not that he doesn't want to say it, but it's useless if he does.
From township to municipal government, from clerk to top leader, he walked for thirty years. In the past thirty years, he has seen the support of noble people and the downfall of his backers; he has had the fantasy of getting rich overnight, and there have been nights when he stood on the balcony and wanted to jump off.
He was greedy, afraid, and hated himself.
But there is one thing he never did: if the bottom line is broken, the person is finished.
This is half the life of an ordinary person.
No cheating, no cheats.
I just stumble forward, fall down, get up, and keep walking.
If you're on the road too – why not come in and sit down.
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I would like to dedicate this book to all those who are silent and shouldering the burden.
