Yes, something must be done, something absolutely must be done to prevent this serious consequence from happening again.

Henry Foster's eyes became bright and shining.

Usually, at times like this, it means that Henry Foster has made up his mind.

Henry Foster held the manuscript, leaned back slightly in his seat, eyes half-closed, and fell into deep thought.

As a reborn person, there was one thing Henry Foster understood very well: the downfall of Ethan Ray, Mason Parker, and others was not due to this article. The key was that the attitude of the higher-ups had changed. As the most loyal follower of a certain high-ranking leader, Ethan Ray had long been deeply branded as part of a “faction.” Even without this article, Ethan Ray would still have been transferred from his current position.

This was inevitable.

At the level of a provincial governor, his political orientation and governing philosophy often determined his political future.

And within a province, the main regional leaders faced the same issue. What’s more, Mason Parker had always been seen as Ethan Ray’s trusted right-hand man, his “pen,” so once Ethan Ray got into trouble, Mason Parker had almost no room to maneuver or avoid it.

Not to mention Secretary Grant of the Yanhua Prefectural Committee, who had always been wary of Mason Parker.

Mason Parker was highly capable and held great prestige among the cadres and masses in the Yanhua region. With Governor Ethan Ray backing him, Mason Parker had long posed a significant “threat” to Secretary Grant’s position.

With Ethan Ray’s fall from power, how could Secretary Grant tolerate having such a “time bomb” by his side?

However, what could he do to reverse this outcome?

For a moment, Henry Foster felt lost and helpless.

Before time rewound, Henry Foster was just an ordinary criminal police officer, an expert at solving cases and catching criminals. But when it came to these overarching political trends, he was out of his depth.

The key point!

Where was the key point in all this?

To change the outcome of the whole matter, he had to find the key point and change it for it to have any effect.

Henry Foster put the same energy he used to solve cases into thinking hard, absentmindedly tapping the manuscript in his hand, his eyes unintentionally sweeping over the pages...

Suddenly, Henry Foster’s eyes lit up again.

He had found the key point.

This manuscript was the key point!

The overall situation at the top was something Henry Foster had no power to change—he couldn’t even get close, so how could he change it?

But he could change Mason Parker’s attitude!

Or rather, he could help Mason Parker change his attitude!

Just now, Director Miller wasn’t wrong about one thing: Director Warren from the editorial department of Qingshan Daily was indeed Mason Parker’s classmate, and a very close friend at that—they’d known each other for over twenty years. Regarding the publication of this article in the provincial newspaper, Mason Parker had already discussed it with Director Warren over the phone. Originally, he could have just mailed it directly to the provincial paper by registered mail, but since Director Miller was going to the provincial capital on business and had a ride, Mason Parker simply sent Henry Foster along, so he could meet Director Warren in person, and Director Warren could look out for Henry Foster in the future.

In other words, before this article was published, Henry Foster still had a chance to change history.

Yes, that’s what he would do!

Henry Foster’s eyes grew brighter and brighter. He immediately took out a stack of blank paper from his briefcase, pulled a fountain pen from his jacket pocket, and began to write quickly on the pages.

Convincing Mason Parker to change his mind was clearly impossible.

Henry Foster couldn’t just tell Mason Parker outright that soon there would be a dramatic shift at the top, and both he and Ethan Ray would be in trouble. Making such a “prophecy” like some kind of mystic in front of Mason Parker would only bring trouble upon himself.

Henry Foster decided to revise the manuscript directly.

After all, he was the one who copied it out in the first place.

Having loved reading extracurricular books since childhood, Henry Foster had always had a solid writing foundation. Even though, in the other world, he’d spent over a decade taking criminal confessions, which were hardly literary, theoretical articles didn’t require literary flair in the first place.

What mattered was the ideas and content.

Back in 1986, the provincial road from Yanhua to the provincial capital was in terrible shape, full of potholes, and the jeep jolted violently, but it didn’t affect Henry Foster’s writing.

After all, he was just drafting for now, so messy handwriting didn’t matter.

He definitely couldn’t meet Director Warren today. He’d stay in Hongzhou for the night, finish the draft properly, and hand it to Director Warren tomorrow.

Seeing Henry Foster suddenly start working in the car, Director Miller’s eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, but he didn’t say anything. In his eyes, Henry Foster was always a bit eccentric, a bit of a weirdo.

If it weren’t for Mason Parker’s support, someone with Henry Foster’s personality would have been driven out ten times over.

At least, Director Miller certainly didn’t like him.

The road distance from Yanhua City, the capital of Yanhua Prefecture, to Hongzhou City was more than 230 kilometers. In later years, taking the expressway would only take a little over two hours, and with time in the city, about three hours would be enough. But now, it took nearly six or seven hours. Setting out at nine in the morning, stopping for lunch along the way, it wasn’t until after four in the afternoon that the jeep, covered in dust, finally drove into Hongzhou City.