Wang Nantian, though only in his thirties, had assumed the top position in Jiangjing City, which had fueled remarkable enthusiasm in his political career. Since becoming the leading figure of Jiangjing City, he had managed the city with great order and caution; he dared not engage in any unseemly behaviors. For someone of his humble origins, reaching his current position was entirely a result of his own efforts. Should he do something reckless, there would be no one behind him to clean up the mess.
At this moment, Wang Nantian stood in front of the window in his office, observing the hustle and bustle outside. A smile involuntarily crossed his lips because he had heard rumors from the provincial level that he might soon be promoted to a provincial position. This news delighted him, but it also made him even more cautious. Politics is like a battlefield, one must strategize carefully; thus, these days, Wang Nantian had become even more prudent.
"Ring ring ring—ring ring ring—"