June was approaching, and the temperature in Xiping City was already rising quite high.
Old Tang removed his jacket and held it in his hand, while passing pedestrians kept giving him curious looks.
There was no helping it—the pattern on his T-shirt was simply too eye-catching.
But Old Tang didn't mind. He walked straight into the Anchang District Court, passed through security, entered the case-filing hall, and showed not a shred of embarrassment.
Inside the case-filing hall, the staff member Ji Xueli was methodically processing cases. She was the very same staff member who had received Old Tang years ago.
If after all these years, she was still working here.
It's the same in most places—if you work well, can you rise quickly?
No, no, if you work well… you'll just have to work even more. Promotions don't really have much to do with how well you work.
