A young and beautiful woman, by chance, rose up from the grassroots level, got involved in the whirlpool of officialdom, and got in and out of positions due to various reasons. As I continue to sink and struggle in the struggle against corruption and anti-corruption, I deeply feel that corruption is like weeds and leeks: they grow again after being burned, and grow again after being cut. The fight against corruption has a long way to go. The ending is both unexpected and expected. Solemnly declare: This novel is purely fictitious. If there are any similarities, please do not comment!
