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Author: Gao He
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Publish Date: 2006-06-01
Features: A monitoring report of the soul in the officialdom, a panoramic display of the unrestricted power struggle—this is another humorous and witty work on officialdom by author Gao He following his bestseller The Director of Reception Office! Amidst the fierce competition in officialdom, intertwined with the police's investigation process, this book will not disappoint you! The Silver City Public Security Bureau Chief perished together with a wild boar, immediately triggering a fierce battle to fill the vacant position. At a critical moment, Deputy Chief Peng Yuan da took two detectives and traveled thousands of miles deep into the mountainous areas of Southern Fujian to pursue the. Everyone thought Peng Yuan da had no chance of getting the position of Chief, blaming only his bad luck. While humorously depicting the fierce competition in officialdom, the novel also vividly and realistically portrays the hard work of the police in solving the case. Mayor Xia was stunned: "Using the toilet? Why use the toilet?" Old Lord Zhao laughed heartily: "You've drunk so much mineral water, holding it in is bad for your bladder. When you need to use the toilet, just go. Don't force yourself to endure this with me." Mayor Xia was extremely embarrassed. In front of the guests, he used mineral water as if it were white wine, a skill he had honed over a long time with the staff of Silver Dragon Hotel, which was a top secret of Silver City. He had never lost in wine gatherings, winning battle after battle. It was said across the province that Mayor Xia of Silver City was invincible in drinking. The recent economic development of Silver City relied heavily on this "unbeatable" mayor. Today, in front of Old Lord Zhao, he was completely exposed in just one round, proving the old saying: "The older, the wiser." Mayor Xia smiled awkwardly and made a self-deprecating joke: "Heh, Old Leader has sharp eyesight. Trying to cheat in front of Old Leader is really courting death. Waiter, bring the real thing, I'll have two glasses as a token of apology to Old Leader. But Old Leader, you must also understand me. The important work of being a mayor now is to entertain guests—it's almost like being a three-dimensional companion. To put it bluntly, I'm even worse than a three-dimensional companion. At least they earn money after accompanying others, while I'm just wasting my time. Accompanying and drinking every day—if I don't take some protective measures, I'll really end up like the saying goes: 'Drunk and ruined the party's discipline, drunk and made my wife turn her back on me.' If Old Leader forgives me, if not, I'll have two more glasses and just go all out and ruin my stomach." Old Lord Zhao cut him off: "Xiao Xia, it's fine if you don't drink today, but you must give me a chance to speak. Don't forget, we've worked together for a long time. Know your enemy and know yourself, and you'll win a hundred battles. Hahaha." The subtext of Old Lord Zhao's words was: "I see right through your tricks. Don't play games with me." Mayor Xia was once again embarrassed and suddenly remembered that back when Old Lord Zhao was the Secretary of the Provincial Youth League Committee, he spoke eloquently, effortlessly reciting revolutionary theories, policies, and strategies, often speaking for hours without needing a sip of water, leaving his subordinates in awe. Unconsciously, he had taken Old Lord Zhao as his role model. Back then, Xia Bohu had once secretly practiced public speaking and oratory skills, day and night dreaming of becoming a Youth League cadre as inspiring and persuasive as Old Lord Zhao. Today, Mayor Xia had gotten carried away and made a mistake of showing off his skills in front of the master. He had to retreat in embarrassment: "Okay, okay, Old Leader said so, Old Leader said so. I will listen to Old Leader's teachings. This is a chance that can't be bought." After finding a way to save face, Mayor Xia couldn't continue to bluff and had to focus on eating the lobster in front of him while pretending to listen attentively. With just a few words, Old Lord Zhao silenced the blabbering and regained the floor, secretly laughing, then began to talk about his own matter: "Mayor Xia, after your Public Security Bureau Chief, Fan, passed away on duty, have the arrangements been completed?"