[Tags: Political Maneuvering | Rising from Adversity | No System | Not Reborn]
For four years, he wrote countless well-received official documents, but his name never once appeared in the book of achievements.
The promotion he had been in line for was snatched away by someone who climbed right over him.
His girlfriend of two years left with a single sentence: “I can't see a future with you.”
That very night, the only person who had ever recognized his talent suffered a brain hemorrhage and was rushed to the ICU.
That night, Chen Yue sat in his rented apartment without even turning on the lights.
He thought he had reached the end of the road.
At 2:17 a.m., his phone rang.
An unfamiliar number.
“Comrade Chen Yue? Please come to Room 315, 123 Xinhua Road, at nine tomorrow morning.”
From a low-level clerk held down at every turn to the inner circle.
Along the way, some will demand that he bow his head, some will tell him to keep quiet, and some will want him gone.
But Chen Yue remembers just one thing:
“When the time comes to be ruthless, be ruthless. Before you are ruthless to others, be ruthless to yourself.”
[In a nutshell]: They stamped him into the mud, but he rose back up and crushed everyone's prejudice beneath his feet.
