Li Yongqiang could barely recognize Machi County.
In the two years he had lost, the world had taken a great leap forward.
Machi County, in particular, had changed even more drastically. More than half of it no longer looked the way it once had.
Li Yongqiang had been here for some time now. Every day, he mingled with the tourists and wandered around Machi County, searching for traces of what he used to know, though he had never truly belonged here.
Whenever he thought of the people who had brought him to this point, a dark hatred rose in his heart. They had been minding their own business, yet they had insisted on arresting him, fining him, sentencing him, and making him suffer in there.
He had been holding back this breath not to prove how remarkable he was, but to make those damned people pay the price.
He had been observing for a while. Recently, Wang Yan's movements had been highly predictable. Every morning, he got up and went for a run outside, then practiced martial arts in his own courtyard. After breakfast at home, he would stroll out. If there was a meeting in the county, he attended it; if not, he went to a meeting at the company. Before the morning was even over, he would stroll back home.
Occasionally, he went out to the countryside to visit herders, impoverished households, and the like. Wherever he went, people surrounded him, all wanting to talk to him about their lives.
After all, Wang Yan ran the company that held Machi County's economic lifeline in its hands. Though he was not the deputy county magistrate, he was practically more influential than the county magistrate and took on many of the corresponding responsibilities. He had to actively go down and