In my previous life, I served as an official for twenty years and also knelt for twenty years.
Kneel down to get to the position, kneel down to do things, kneel down to stuff your conscience into the bottom of the file bag.
In exchange, I have been promoted all the way, and in exchange I have been supported by everyone.
But in the end, everyone was betrayed and separated, and a thunder outside the iron window illuminated only the emptiness and regret in the room.
I thought this was the end of my life.
Until that car heading towards the abyss took me back to that rainy night in 2002.
I was still the poor boy with nothing, still the same leaky rental house, and the same face that turned away in front of me.
All humiliations have not had time to happen, and all mistakes can be made over again.
This time, I don't want to kneel again.
I want to pick up everything I threw away in my previous life.
It's not the power, it's the self who dares to beat the people's tables;
It's not wealth, it's the conscience that got wet on that rainy night but hasn't cooled down yet.
My name is Chen Mo.
The official path is like an abyss, and I will walk this journey without regrets.
