Zhang Jianfeng's smile froze slightly. He felt that he still hadn't explained clearly enough. After all, the other party was young—only eighteen—and didn't know what this meant.
"You may not know this, but the Third Affairs Investigation Bureau is a department at the provincial level. Its director holds a position equivalent to a department-level official and belongs to the national civil servant system."
At this point, his heart soured a little. He had worked for thirty years, his hair had already turned white, and even now, he was only at the department level.
The other party was much younger than his son, yet in terms of rank, he was already his equal.
In fact, in the past, no matter how powerful a civilian martial artist was—even if he was a Martial Master—it would have been impossible for him to take up such an important position in an organization of a violent nature. Usually, these positions were filled by military martial artists transferred from the armed forces or police.
For one thing, compared with civilian martial artists, military martial artists were politically more reliable and had stricter discipline.
For another, most civilian martial artists had no relevant work experience. If they suddenly obtained a high position, they would not be accustomed to leadership work.
But times had changed.
In the past, it had been peacetime, and the nation's control had been powerful. There had been no need to care about the thoughts of civilian martial artists. But after the mutations, national power had rapidly declined, while other worlds had begun invading frequently. The situation had grown increasingly severe.
Especially the Evil God possession a few days ago. While it had greatly shaken the higher-ups, Chen Shouyi's performance had also shocked everyone.
In theory, the threat and destruction that Xiao Changming, possessed