Official Career from the Grassroots to the Top

Lin Yuan picked up the old suitcase that had been with him for four years. The wheels made a "clack-clack" sound on the gravel road, which was particularly harsh in this silent mountain evening. "Young man, where are you going?" The man squatting outside stood up and showed his yellow teeth. He is in his forties and has a scar on his left cheek that stretches from the corner of his eye to his chin. "Report to the town government." Lin Yuan tried to keep his voice steady. Several men looked at each other and suddenly laughed. "Registration? College student?" Scarface looked him up and down, "Is it your first day to wear such clean clothes?" Lin Yuan nodded. "Let's take a walk. Go ahead to the government compound. Do you see the old locust tree? Turn right." Scarface squatted down again and lit another cigarette. "But I advise you, it's getting dark, find a place to stay first. The shabby building of the town government will be deserted at five o'clock." "Thank you." Lin Yuan dragged the box and continued walking. A muffled laugh came from behind. "Another fool." "If you bet for half a month, you won't be able to stay long." "I bet on ten days." He didn't look back, just tightened his grip on the suitcase's lever. The box contained the graduation certificate of Peking University's Master of Public Administration, the transcript of the first place in the province's student selection examination, and the two thousand yuan that the mother - the adoptive mother - secretly stuffed in before leaving. "Xiaoyuan, don't show off when you get there, bow your head when you should."