Counterattack of the times + officialdom politics + suspense reasoning + real society + passionate and refreshing writing
In 1984, the whole village raised 538 yuan and 7 jiao to send me to Peking University. I knelt down and swore: "If the whole village supports me, I will repay the whole village ten thousand taels of gold!"
Ten years later, I am in charge of one party, fulfilling my promise and benefiting the whole village.
They call me "Lin Qingtian", but they don't know that I step on a tightrope every step of the way -
Why was my father's martyr file classified as top secret?
My mentor Su Wenkang led me into the game. Who is the pawn?
What kind of network is connected to the three thousand yuan that flows into grandpa's account every month?
When I sat on the high seat, I was shocked to see this Qingyun Road.
It's a trap paved with gold.
