Chen Zeping was reborn.
In his previous life, he lived forty-two years. I have done some things and offended some people. Finally, a runaway truck sent him to the west.
When he opened his eyes again, he was twenty-three years old and became an ordinary community worker in Yunzhou City.
There were still three days until the "7·18" incident that changed everything.
The old wharf by the boundary river, rainy night. Chen Zeping and Zhao Dayong were lying in the grass, opposite a group of outsiders who were moving goods at night. In a previous life, when that batch of goods left the country, many people's lives were lost. In this life, Chen Zeping intercepted it.
A transfer letter brought him into the case handling department.
For most of his life, he went from being a community clerk to the room where rules and regulations were determined. On the day he signed the last document, he wrote two sentences in the notebook he had carried with him for more than thirty years:
"The rules have been established and people can leave."
"Young people in the future won't have to suffer the same sins that I suffered."
A story about setting rules and holding those responsible accountable.
