He Shen, the most powerful official in the Qianlong Dynasty, ended his life of power and became a newly promoted clerk in the Provincial Party Committee General Office.
The string of golden nanmu beads on his chest that followed him to death turned into 108 birthmarks that grew under his skin - greedy thoughts burned like a soldering iron, benefiting the people and serving public interests lit up each one one by one. Even when he bumped into Lu Zhiwei, a female cadre of the Commission for Discipline Inspection who was as cold as a knife, he felt inexplicably warm.
The skills of the Minister of Military and Aircraft for forty years have become a dimensionality reduction attack in modern officialdom: his calligraphy in the pavilion style shocked the audience, his observation of words and expressions during dinners can see through people's hearts at a glance, he has captured the backlog of letters and visits for ten years, and solved the difficulties at the grassroots level step by step.
From the confirmation of rights in the mountains and forests in remote valleys, to the undercurrent game of tens of billions of projects in the provincial capital; from local snakes making things difficult for him, to mirror opponents setting up traps step by step, money and power take turns tempting him. He returns to his official career with two hundred years of memories of maneuvering, while using ancient wisdom to solve modern dilemmas, while learning to be an upright person within the rules of the law.
Lu Zhiwei, the iron-faced Discipline Inspection Commission, went from "focusing on the focus" to walking side by side, with 108 beads lighting up one by one.
In his rebirth, what he wanted was never to regain authority.
It's something I've never understood in two lifetimes – the answer is to stand in the sunshine.
