The government was like the business world was like the battlefield. There were no eternal friends. To put it bluntly, most people were doing it for benefits and power. Being an official was sometimes an art. It was a contest of wisdom and means.
On this smoke-free battlefield, no one was your comrade. No one would always be on your side. Perhaps they had helped you before, but that help was only to make use of you and create more favorable conditions for themselves. Therefore, there was no such thing as forever helping in the officialdom. When you were of no value to someone, and your identity began to threaten someone's interests, that would be the time for that person to attack you.
When su Yicheng was called to Ling Chuanjiang's office, su Yicheng had a faint premonition. Although he wasn't sure, the feeling was very strong.
Knock, knock, knock. &Quot; Su Yicheng knocked on the door and heard a slightly stern voice from inside. &Quot; come in. &Quot;