Jiang Zhenbang, a grassroots cadre, passed away unjustly after 40 years of ups and downs in the officialdom. He was reborn and returned to the county office in the 1980s. He was holding the enamel jar, and writing began to appear on the back of the leaves of the pothos on the window sill - warnings and guidance left by his dead self in the future.
In this life, he has seen everyone's tricks, stepped on all the traps, and endured all the knives. He is no longer a chess piece at the mercy of others, but the one who knows in advance where every move will be. From the grassroots level of counties and townships to the core of power in provincial departments, during his thirty-year career, he used a notebook full of details and an enamel jar with layers of tea stains to move step by step towards a position that no one can shake.
Rebirth is not about cheating, it is about exchanging the price of a lifetime for sobriety in this life.
