Gift from above

  Han Dong stood by the window, taking a deep drag on his cigarette. "Is it fate? Let me start again!"

  Outside the window, the morning sunlight shines obliquely on the window frame, and birds are leisurely chirping among the lush branches.

  Everything is so real and beautiful.

  But a gunshot brought Han Dong back from his long dream of over ten years to the present.

  If following the timeline of last time, these two days are exactly when a huge turning point happened in Han Dong's life.

  The family arranged for him to leave without consulting him first, and had him transferred to a political position. Han Dong was so angry that he didn't report to the place arranged by his family, but instead took another path, drifting aimlessly for over a decade, only to end up with a desolate outcome.

  Fortunately, heaven pitied Han Dong and gave him another chance!

  "What should I choose?"

  Han Dong fell into deep thought, and the cigarette in his hand burned down to his fingertips without him noticing.

  If everything remains the same, then in another decade or so, the Han family will no longer be prosperous, and Han Dong will also be shot down by his opponents! It's just unknown whether at that time, heaven will give him another chance to choose again?

  "Knock, knock, knock..." A series of knocks on the door rang out.

  "East East, are you getting up? I've prepared breakfast for you, hurry up and eat, there's your favorite lotus seed porridge."

  Han Dong suddenly woke up with a burning sensation on his fingertips, hastily threw away the cigarette butt and loudly said: "Mom, I'm going out right now."

  At this moment, Han Dong made up his mind that no matter what, for the sake of his family and his mother, he would also take the path of being an official seriously.

  His experiences in memory told him that no matter how he escaped, no matter what he did, he could not shake off the identity of a member of the Han family and could not leave the vortex of officialdom.

  This is the fate of being a member of the Red Family, where one misstep can lead to complete destruction. Once the family falls, all the conflicts and contradictions that were previously related to the family will erupt. Only by grasping greater power can one better protect oneself and those around them.

  Han Dong got up, dressed, and went out to wash. Seeing the breakfast laid out on the table, he felt a surge of emotion. Although there was a full-time nanny at home, as long as Han Dong was at home, his mother Yu Yuzhen would personally prepare breakfast and then smile as she watched him finish eating.

  "Thanks, Mom!" Han Dong sat down at the table and picked up his chopsticks.

  Yu Yuzhen was taken aback and smiled lightly: "Why be polite to Mom? Eat well, at 8:30 Grandpa wants to talk to you!"

  Han Dong nodded and quickly buried his head in eating.

  Han Dong was somewhat impatient, since he had already made up his mind, he must make good use of the opportunity given by heaven to fight a good fight in the official circles.

  The more than a decade of memories that emerged in his mind was a precious gift from heaven to Han Dong, which would become his trump card in the struggle for officialdom, allowing him not to lose direction in his future career.

  After finishing breakfast, there were still about ten minutes left, and Han Dong walked towards the East Courtyard.

  The East Wing is actually a small, independent quadrangle courtyard with blue-brick tile-roofed houses. The house has several pieces of land around it, which are used by the Old Master to grow crops and vegetables as well as flowers and grasses.

  As one of the few surviving old revolutionaries of the Huaxia State, except for major events, Lao Taitai has basically not participated in high-level politics in the past two years. Every day, he just tinker with farming and raising flowers and plants, seemingly idle, but still having a great influence in the high levels of the Huaxia State.

  Nurse Zhang came out of the house and said in a low voice: "Comrade Han Dong, the leader is reading the newspaper in the study!"

  Han Dong nodded and walked into the house. The old man was wearing reading glasses, sitting upright at his desk, holding a newspaper in his hand. Upon hearing Han Dong call him, he didn't lift his head and said indifferently, "Sit down."

  "Yes." Han Dong sat down on the hardwood chair in front of the table, his eyes level with Old Master's, his face gaunt and refined, his spirit sharp and bright, his eyes gleaming with wisdom.

  The old man put down the newspaper and gazed at Han Dong, "I heard you're in a bad mood and having an emotional outburst?"

  Han Dong suddenly felt a little depressed and said softly: "I don't have."

  "I know you want to stay in school." The old man picked up his teacup and took a sip slowly, "What do you think about the family arrangement? Tell Grandpa about it."

  Han Dong shook his head, "There's nothing much to say. I want to know where we're going next?"

  The old man put down his teacup and didn't speak for a moment, leaning back in his chair. His bright, wise eyes sized up Han Dong from head to toe.

  Han Dong's heart tightened and he clenched his fists involuntarily. He actually already knew what kind of answer the old man would give, but just wanted to confirm it once again.

  Nishikawa, Rongzhou.

  The old man's words were like a giant hammer, heavily striking Han Dong's heart. Nothing had changed, everything was real! Although he had been mentally prepared, Han Dong was still somewhat shocked.

  The old man noticed the slight tremble on Han Dong's body and asked: "What's wrong?"

  Han Dong composed himself and sat up straight, saying: "No problem, Western is actually a good place to get things done."

  The old man nodded in satisfaction, "You think that way is very good. A tree without roots will not grow tall, the more solid the foundation, the farther a person can go! After you leave, be down-to-earth and don't be arrogant, also don't be afraid of hardship. And also, don't rely on your family's reputation to do things, everything depends on your own efforts."

  "Don't worry, I'll do it well!"

  "Ah, as you embark on your official career, I give you eight words: 'A needle hidden in cotton, with flexibility and restraint.' I hope you won't disappoint me!"

  As he walked out of the quadrangle courtyard, Han Dong's heart was filled with boundless fighting spirit.

  Xishan Province, Rongzhou City, where he will make his first stop in the Korean boxing arena.

  Standing on the top of the mountain, overlooking all the other mountains below!

  At this moment, Han Dong was filled with boundless confidence in himself.

  Back in his room, he lit a cigarette and looked at the calendar on the wall. Today was October 27th, 1991.

  The TV is reporting on the turmoil in the northern superpower, and Han Dong clearly remembers that by the end of this year, this behemoth will completely disintegrate. And its collapse will bring a great debate to China, as well as a shockwave of political upheaval. In this process, the Han family became the representative of the conservative faction, and also laid down a huge hidden danger for the Han family's subsequent political struggles, which would erupt completely after the old man passed away. And Han Dong was also killed by a young master from another family after the Han family lost power.

  "This will never happen again!" Han Dong said firmly in his heart.

  Han Dong soon calmed down, although he knew what would happen later, but who would believe him if he spoke out? Moreover, the old man was a resolute old revolutionary, and it was unlikely that he would easily believe the words of a young whippersnapper like Han. Not to mention the old man wouldn't believe him, even if others were told, they probably wouldn't just not believe him, but also think he had mental problems.

  "It seems like I can only think of a way out slowly." He slowly inhaled his cigarette, and Han Dong silently planned.