*SLAM—!!!*
The heavy oak door of the County Committee conference room burst open, rebounding off the wall with a thunderous concussion!
Lin Guodong practically tumbled inside, his face ashen, the collar of his expensive silk shirt saturated with oily sweat. Clutched in his white-knuckled grip was a freshly printed document, its edges crumpled by his frantic grasp, the paper still radiating residual heat from the printer.
“Ruined! Utterly ruined!!” His voice emerged as a ragged, tear-choked rasp. His entire body trembled like a burlap sack in a gale. He lunged towards the head of the conference table, abandoning all decorum, and slammed the document down with a resounding SMACK!, rattling nearby teacups. “Zhou Dahai! That decrepit bastard Zhou Dahai! He’s confessed! Confessed ever
