Special forces soldier demobilization: Starting from the county government compound, a meteoric rise

The Ouyang family's detached villa, located halfway up the mountain in the west of the city, is usually a "forbidden place" that Ningzhou's powerful and wealthy circles look up to, but tonight it is filled with the smell of gunpowder.

In the living room, the luxurious crystal chandelier cast a cold light, illuminating the scattered shards of broken porcelain on the floor.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap echoed in the empty living room, startling the nanny who had just entered. She shrank back into the kitchen, not daring to even breathe.

Ouyang Feng clutched his cheek, which had instantly swelled up halfway, and staggered back two steps, bumping into the mahogany display shelf behind him, knocking a blue-and-white porcelain vase about to fall. He stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the middle-aged man before him, whose imposing presence, even in his pajamas, made his knees tremble.

That was his father, Ouyang Zhen, vice chairman of the Ningzhou Municipal Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference.

"Dad...you hit me?"

Ouyang Feng's voice carried a hint of grievance, but even more so, an unprecedented fear. From childhood to adulthood, no matter how big a mess he made outside, his father would at most scold him a couple of times and then casually smooth things over for him.

This is the first time I've ever taken action like this.

"Hit you? I'd love to beat you to death, you idiot!"

Ouyang Zhen was trembling with rage, his finger pointing at Ouyang Feng shaking. His usual composure, cultivated through his experience in officialdom, had vanished, leaving only a ferocious expression of disappointment and frustration.

"Do you know what a stupid thing you've done? Huh?"

Ouyang Zhen grabbed a document from the coffee table and slammed it across Ouyang Feng's face. Papers flew everywhere; it was a report from the Municipal Public Security Bureau regarding the joint efforts to improve the security environment around schools.

"Hiring thugs to ambush someone? Especially in a place like Old Huai Lane, which is full of surveillance cameras? Do you think you have too much of a life ahead of you, or do you think my position is too secure?"

"I...I just wanted to teach that kid a lesson..." Ouyang Feng covered his face, still stubbornly insisting, "He's just a lowly deputy secretary of the Youth League Committee with no connections, what's there to be afraid of..."

"No connections?"

Ouyang Zhen was so angry that he laughed, a laugh so cold it sent chills down one's spine.

"You pig-brain! If he really had no connections, would someone from the General Office of the Central Committee have called the Provincial Party Committee's Inspection Office? If he were really a pushover, would Xing Lie from the Criminal Investigation Detachment have been behaving like a lapdog, obeying his every command? Would the provincial Party Secretary have personally approved his report?"

He walked up to Ouyang Feng, grabbed his son by the collar, and stared at him with a sinister look in his eyes.

"Who do you think you're fighting? Some greenhorn? Wrong! You're fighting an opponent who understands the rules, is ruthless, and has an unfathomable background!"

"Look at the methods they use! 'Protecting teenagers'! Standing on the moral high ground, wielding an imperial sword, they can cut me down with a single blow!"

"And you? Hiring thugs? Playing the gangster game? That's so low-class! Childish! Stupid!"

Ouyang Zhen shoved his son away as if he were throwing away a bag of trash.

He slumped onto the sofa, rubbing his throbbing temples, his voice weary and cold.

"This afternoon, Old Zhao from the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection called me. Although he didn't say it explicitly, the meaning was clear—the tax issues of those game arcades and internet cafes must be settled. And, forget about your 'Speed ​​Zone' business."

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Feng, ignoring the pain in his face, jumped up immediately.

"Closed? That's my cash cow! It brings in millions a year! Dad, you can't just abandon it, aren't you and Uncle Zhao old friends?"

"Old friendship? For the sake of an official's hat, even one's own father would be betrayed, let alone an old friendship!"

Ouyang Zhen gave him a cold glance.

"Secretary Fengjiang is watching this whole thing. Who would dare to defy the rules at this critical juncture? That money is gone, it's gone. Consider it tuition. For now, you better behave yourself and don't mess with that Liu Ming again!"

"Are we just going to let it go like this?"

Ouyang Feng's eyes were bloodshot, his fists were clenched so tightly they cracked, and the veins on his neck bulged like earthworms.

He is not reconciled!

He lost his money, his reputation, and most of his underlings were arrested. All the prestige he had cultivated in Ningzhou's social circles over the years had become a laughingstock overnight. Now, who wouldn't go out and point fingers behind his back?

If he swallows this insult, how will Ouyang Feng ever be able to face anyone in Ningzhou again?

"never mind?"

Ouyang Zhen picked up his teacup, blew away the foam, and a shrewd glint flashed in his eyes.

"In officialdom, there is never the word 'let it go.' There is only the timing not being right."

He took a sip of tea, his tone becoming calmer, yet even more sinister.

"You can't deal with this kind of person head-on. He's currently riding high and has the attention of higher-ups, so taking action against him personally is the worst possible strategy. If you're going to take action, you should target his foundation and his weak points."

"A weakness?" Ouyang Feng was taken aback.

"I've also had someone investigate Liu Ming. He has no connections in Ningzhou. His only reliance, besides that so-called 'background' whose strength is unknown, is..."

Ouyang Zhen put down his teacup and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

"Nangong Group".

"Nangong Yao".

Upon hearing this name, Ouyang Feng's eyes instantly turned extremely venomous.

That bitch!

I'd rather give money to a poor guy than even glance at him!

"Dad, you mean...?"

"Strike the snake at its vital point." Ouyang Zhen leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, like a tiger taking a nap. "The reason Liu Ming can act so arrogantly in Ningzhou is largely because he has the Nangong family's financial backing. If the Nangong Group runs into trouble and is too busy to take care of itself, how long do you think that gigolo can keep jumping around?"

"Besides, business matters are market-driven. Even if he has incredibly powerful connections, can he really control the stock market's ups and downs? Can he control whether banks withdraw loans?"

A word to awaken the dreamer.

Ouyang Feng's eyes lit up instantly, a frighteningly bright light.

Yup!

He can't beat Liu Ming, but surely he can outmaneuver a woman?

In the business world, although the Ouyang family is not as large as the Nangong family, the resources and connections they control, especially their influence in certain key approval departments, are something that Nangong Yao, that little girl who just took over, cannot compare to!

"Dad, I understand!"

The dejection on Ouyang Feng's face vanished, replaced by a sinister excitement.

"Since force won't work, let's try strategy. Isn't Liu Ming supposed to be a 'Doctor of Economics'? I'd like to see if his doctorate can save his benefactor when the Nangong Group is on the verge of collapse!"

Ouyang Zhen opened his eyes, frowned slightly at his son's impatient look, but ultimately did not stop him.

Young people, experiencing setbacks is a good thing, but if you lose even the will to retaliate, then you're truly ruined.

"Go do it. Do it cleanly, so you don't get burned."

Ouyang Zhen waved his hand dismissively, "I'll make the arrangements for the relationships that need coordination. But you'll have to figure out the specifics of the operation yourself."

"Don't worry, Dad! This time I'll make sure they die a horrible death!"

……

Late at night, Ouyang Feng did not sleep.

He locked himself in his study, where a pile of financial statements and recent project documents for the Nangong Group lay on the table. The ashtray was overflowing with cigarette butts, and the room was filled with smoke.

Opposite him sat a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses who looked refined but whose eyes revealed a shrewd and calculating nature.

This is Ouyang Feng's "strategist" and also his front man in the business world—Xu Wenqiang, a trader at a private equity fund.

"Brother Xu, you've seen the situation too."

Ouyang Feng stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, his voice hoarse, "Nangong Group has been expanding recently, and its cash flow is very tight. Especially that 'Qingyun County Logistics Center' project with Liu Ming; once it starts, it'll be a bottomless pit."

"This is the opportunity."

Xu Wenqiang pushed up his glasses, a professional, cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Nangong Yao is young and too eager for quick success. She wants to leverage Liu Ming's influence to double the size of the Nangong Group. But she forgot that taking too big a step can easily lead to disaster."

He picked up a red pen and drew a large red circle on the stock price chart of Nangong Group.

"Young Master Ouyang, if you want to make a move, now is the best time."

"What do we do?" Ouyang Feng asked impatiently.

"Block the point and attack the reinforcements; cut off the fuel supply."

Xu Wenqiang drew circles on the table with his fingers, his voice deep and seductive.

"The first step is to create public opinion. Find a few financial influencers to spread rumors that Nangong Group's capital chain has broken down and its projects are illegal, so as to drive down their stock price."

"The second step was to join forces with several banks to withdraw and cut off loans to the Nangong Group under the guise of 'risk management,' thus cutting off their cash flow."

"Step three..."

A ruthless glint flashed in Xu Wenqiang's eyes.

"We'll secretly acquire the outstanding shares of the Nangong Group, then join forces with those old fogies on their board who have always been dissatisfied with Nangong Yao, and launch a coup!"

"By then, with internal and external troubles, a stock price collapse, and banks pressing for repayment, not even a god could save Nangong Yao, let alone Liu Ming!"

As he listened to Xu Wenqiang's plan, Ouyang Feng's breathing became more and more rapid, and the expression on his face became more and more ferocious.

That's incredibly toxic!

This move is practically a plan to wipe out any future generations!

Not only can it bring down Nangong Yao, but it can also completely deprive Liu Ming, that gigolo, of his support and even ruin his reputation.

"Okay! Let's do it this way!"

Ouyang Feng slammed his hand on the table, his eyes flashing with the pleasure of revenge.

"Don't worry about the money. I have several hundred million in liquid funds. If it's not enough, I'll borrow more! This time, I'll make those two scoundrels kneel before me and beg for mercy!"

"Brother Xu, I'm leaving this matter to you. After it's done, I want half of the Nangong Group's assets!"

"No problem, young master." Xu Wenqiang smiled, as if he could already see the dawn of victory.

Outside the window, the night was as dark as ink.

A shocking conspiracy targeting the Nangong Group, or rather, the biggest "financial backer" behind Liu Ming, quietly took shape in this study filled with the smell of smoke and malice.

Ouyang Feng stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the dazzling lights of the Nangong Group headquarters building in the distance.

He cursed viciously in his heart.

"Liu Ming, weren't you so arrogant? Didn't you know a lot about economics?"

"I'd like to see what happens when your woman has nothing left, when your support collapses."

"Can your mouth still be so stubborn?"

"You tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead? Humph, this time I'm going to take your pot too!"