From a clerk who was called around by others to sitting at the core of a county's power; from the frost-covered shabby dormitory in Baiyang Town to the lonely light in the provincial office late at night. Twenty-three years of career ups and downs, some people handed me ladders, and some people dug traps. Those anonymous bank cards, those envelopes of different thicknesses, some people took them and walked up, others took them and dropped them inside.
It took him a long time to understand: it is easy to get into the hall, but difficult to stand firm. There was someone sitting behind every door, and nails driven under every chair.
This is not a cool article, but a story about an ordinary person who kowtowed step by step in the system and used blood, tears, forbearance and wisdom to pull himself out of the mud.
When you open this book, you are already standing outside the door. "Entering the Official Office" - The chair has been reserved for you, it depends on whether you can sit still or not.
