The key point is that, right below this title, it was neatly written: Author, Ethan Young Deputy Secretary of the Prefectural Committee Mason Parker.

In other words, this article was “written” by him, Mason Parker.

Even with all of Mason Parker’s composure and self-restraint, for a moment he was utterly dumbfounded.

What kind of joke is this?

Chapter 4: How Daring You Are!

“Bang!”

Mason Parker forced himself to finish reading the article, but could no longer hold back. He slammed his palm heavily on the desk, sending the water cup and pen rattling and clattering to the floor, the cup shattering into pieces.

“Outrageous!”

Mason Parker roared in anger, his face suddenly turning ashen, his eyes blazing with fury.

The secretary was so frightened he took two steps back, his mouth agape.

While Deputy Secretary Parker was raging in his office, Henry Foster, a staff member of the Second Section of the Prefectural Committee Office, was leaning back in a hard wooden chair, leisurely lifting his teacup and taking a gentle sip of scalding strong tea.

The deed was done; as for the outcome, he could only wait.

But Secretary Foster also understood that the days ahead would likely be tough for him.

If Mason Parker and his old man William Foster let him off, that would be a miracle!

Fortunately, Officer Foster was an old hand, a sparrow of the big lake, who had seen many storms—so he wasn’t all that afraid.

He’d already died once—what was there left to fear?

Over the past few days, Henry Foster had gradually adapted to this bizarre “rebirth.” Calming his mind, he had sorted through all the memories in his head from beginning to end, and finally reached a conclusion: in the other world, Officer Foster must have died in the line of duty!

Otherwise, none of this would make sense.

If Heaven wanted to play such a joke on him, Officer Foster—no matter how frustrated—could only accept it.

Fine, things have come to this, so face reality!

Getting a second chance might not be a bad thing after all.

Lost in these thoughts, Henry Foster was about to take a second sip of tea when the door banged open and Mason Parker’s secretary, Andrew Clark, burst in like a cannonball.

Andrew Clark was the head of the Second Section of the secretariat, the direct superior of everyone in the room. Andrew Clark admired Mason Parker to the point of worship, and had openly declared that his idol was Secretary Parker. In daily life, he modeled himself after Mason Parker in every way, becoming steady and reliable, walking with measured steps, exuding an air of authority.

But now, Section Chief Clark looked like a bull with its tail on fire.

In an instant, everyone stared wide-eyed at the panting Section Chief Clark.

“Foster... Henry Foster!”

Andrew Clark’s gaze shot straight to Secretary Foster, who sat by the door. He took a breath, then suddenly shouted in anger, his eyebrows bristling.

Here it comes!

Henry Foster was perfectly clear about what was happening, but his face remained calm. He gently set down his teacup and stood up with a smile.

“Chief, are you calling me?”

“You, you... hey!”

Seeing Henry Foster’s nonchalant attitude, Andrew Clark was so angry he could barely contain himself, wanting nothing more than to give him a thorough scolding.

What the hell did you do?

He’d seen bold people before, but never anyone this outrageously bold.

He actually dared to tamper with Secretary Parker’s article without permission!

Although it couldn’t be said with absolute certainty that Henry Foster was the culprit, all evidence pointed to him as the prime suspect.

This reckless kid probably didn’t even realize the trouble he was in.

And he still looked so pleased with himself!

“You, come with me!”

Andrew Clark suppressed his urge to curse out Henry Foster, stomped his foot, and shouted.

“Alright.”

Henry Foster didn’t ask why, still smiling, cheerfully agreed, left his seat, and followed along with light steps.

The colleagues in the office all stared at each other in confusion.

But judging from Section Chief Clark’s furious look, it was definitely nothing good. Could it be that young Foster got himself into trouble?

“Look at what you’ve done!”

As soon as they turned the corner, Andrew Clark stopped, turned his head, glared fiercely at Henry Foster, and spat out each word through gritted teeth, his eyes practically shooting flames.

Henry Foster chuckled and said, “Chief, don’t get mad here. Let’s hurry to Secretary Parker’s office. If we keep him waiting, he might scold you too, and that wouldn’t be worth it.”

Andrew Clark was nearly driven mad with anger, barely managing to compose himself. He gritted his teeth and asked, “You! Tell me honestly, did you change that article?”

“Yes, I changed it.”

Henry Foster admitted it directly.

There was no way to deny it anyway.

Besides, Henry Foster had no intention of denying it.

If he tried to, the effect of this whole thing would be greatly diminished. Henry Foster was still thinking about how to persuade Mason Parker to “accept” this article, to accept his “new ideas.” If there could be some follow-up action, that would be even better, maximizing the benefits.

“Good, good, you finally admit it!”

Andrew Clark was so angry he kept nodding, pointing his finger at Henry Foster’s nose, his whole body trembling.