Customs building, the director's office.
An Zijie was seated behind the desk, flipping through the documents that his subordinates had brought up to him.
He had just taken over the post of customs director. After Zeng Yicong's incident, he thought his political career would end; unexpectedly, events took a dramatic turn, and he found himself in this position.
An Zijie was well aware that all of this was probably thanks to the support from Long Chengyu.
He did not doubt his own abilities but, after all, holding office is a technical affair. It is not enough to have skills and passion; achieving one's desires in this realm involves navigating deep waters...
An Zijie came from a background with neither advantages nor strong support. The hardships and effort he had put in to get to where he was today—probably he himself knew them best.
It wasn't so much a craving for power, but rather a belief in and pursuit of his life's ambition.
