บท 112: Chapter 109 Su Zhenhua's Dilemma

The S City government building is situated slightly to the east of the city center. It is a majestic high-rise structure with delicate Hanbaiyu railings, clean marble steps, and a sprawling, tidy garden lawn—all of which showcase the building's dignified identity and grandeur.

In a south-facing office on the tenth floor, there is a room of about thirty square meters, furnished with a very ordinary sofa and desk. On the desk, aside from the high-stacked files, there is probably only that potted pothos adding a touch of vitality.

On the wall behind the desk hangs a scroll written in cursive script with eight bold characters: "Integrity and Self-discipline, Just Governance."

A middle-aged man with a square face wearing a grey suit, approaching his fifties, is sitting in the office chair. His lips are tightly closed, his thick brows slightly furrowed, as he uses his right index finger to rub his temples, seemingly troubled by some vexing issue.