Archive Department.
"Sun Chengming, this is Brother Ding's seat. You're just a constable from the Archive Department, yet you dared to sit here. Have you forgotten the rules?"
A young man in a black official uniform glared furiously at the figure sitting in the chair ahead.
Jiang Ming was livid. He had just arrived at the duty room that day when he saw this utterly absurd scene: Sun Chengming was actually sitting in the seat that originally belonged to Brother Ding.
What was more, not only had several old hands failed to stop him, they even seemed to be taking Sun Chengming as their leader.
"Young man, don't be so hot-tempered."
Facing Jiang Ming's accusation, Sun Chengming smiled. "Ding Fu can sit in this seat, so why can't I?"
"I've worked diligently in the Archive Department for more than a decade. I've wanted to experience what it felt like to sit here for a long time."
Jiang Ming's expression darkened. "Are you insane?"
Sun Chengming shook his head and said with complacent ease, "You're the insane one."
"If I dared to sit here openly, naturally I knew Ding Fu wouldn't be able to come today."
"What do you mean?"
"Still don't understand?"
"He offended someone he shouldn't have."
Sun Chengming's eyes were deep as he said ominously, "A person must know when to advance and when to retreat, and recognize the current situation. Otherwise, the consequences will be ugly."
As he spoke, he waved his hand, signaling for Jiang Ming to leave. His manner made it seem as though he had already taken himself for the Archive Department's new supervisor.
"You..." Jiang Ming's face turned green with rage.
"Well said—knowing when to advance and when to retreat."
Suddenly, a calm voice rang out.
Jiang Ming followed the sound and instantly