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

It's the weekend, and night is just beginning to fall.

On the outskirts of the provincial capital, a top-tier private horse farm covering nearly a thousand acres is brightly lit and bustling with activity.

This is the most elite circle of second-generation rich kids in Jiangnan Province, an unwritten "base". Those who can enter this place are either extremely wealthy or powerful; if their net worth isn't at least a billion, they don't even qualify to be a stable boy.

Tonight, a private party is being held here to welcome Liu Ming back.

Of course, while it was called a "welcome party," it was actually a "testing the waters."

The initiator was Zhang Dapao, Liu Ming's "best friend" from the Party School and the vice mayor of Linjiang City. He felt that Liu Ming was new to the city and unfamiliar with the place, so it was necessary to introduce him to the "local bigwigs" in the provincial capital to prevent him from suffering losses in the future.

"Brother Liu, don't be nervous."

Zhang Dapao, dressed in an extremely flamboyant riding outfit and sporting a beer belly, leaned close to Liu Ming's ear and, in a low voice, introduced the "beautiful women" in the club like a madam.

"See that? The guy chatting with someone over there is Mr. Li, the son of the provincial transportation department director."

"That guy picking up girls at the bar is Young Master Wang, the only son of the chairman of 'Jiangnan Real Estate'."

"And that one, the most arrogant one, surrounded by a group of people..."

Zhang Dapao's gaze fell on the arrogant figure in the center of the field, who was flanking two internet celebrities.

—Zhao Ruilong.

"He is the real 'princeling' in the second-generation elite circles of our provincial capital. Although his father didn't say it explicitly, people in the circle guess that he is... the number three person in the province."

In short, one word—awesome!

"You're new here today, so keep a low profile. I'll take you to offer a toast later, so you can get acquainted with the locals. It'll be easier to get things done in the provincial capital later."

Upon hearing this, Liu Ming simply smiled.

Today, he was dressed casually in a simple white T-shirt and jeans, holding a glass of lemonade he'd somehow gotten his hands on. He leaned against the corner railing, watching the group of "second-generation rich kids" who, in his eyes, were like peacocks in heat, displaying their plumage everywhere. His gaze was as calm as if he were watching a boring circus.

"The Crown Prince?"

"A local bully?"

"hehe."

Just then.

Zhao Ruilong seemed to have noticed this "outlier" who stood out from the extravagant atmosphere around him.

He walked over, swaying slightly, with two beautiful women in his arms.

He sized Liu Ming up and down, his gaze as if he were examining a fake antique picked up from a street stall, filled with undisguised contempt and disdain.

"You're Liu Ming from Ningzhou?"

His voice carried a distinctive Beijing accent, a roguish air, and an innate sense of superiority.

"I heard you're doing quite well at the Provincial Development and Reform Commission lately?"

"They even dare to touch my uncle Luo Binwang's men?"

He was actually Luo Binwang's nephew?

Zhang Dapao's heart skipped a beat!

He knew that he probably wouldn't be able to enjoy the wine properly today!

"Young Master Zhao, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!" He quickly stepped forward with a smile to smooth things over.

Zhao Ruilong didn't even glance at him.

His gaze remained fixed on Liu Ming.

That look in his eyes was as if he were looking at an ant that he could crush with a flick of his wrist.

"Kid, I don't care who's backing you."

"I don't care how powerful you are in a small place like Ningzhou."

"I'll only tell you one thing."

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the second-generation rich kids around him who were bowing and scraping to him.

"Here, I am the rule."

"Today, I'll give you face and not hold it against you."

"But, starting tomorrow."

He leaned closer to Liu Ming, lowered his voice, and said, word by word:

"...You'd better keep your head down."

"otherwise……"

He made a throat-slitting gesture.

That means, it goes without saying.

Zhang Dapao was so scared his face turned white!

He was about to pull Liu Ming aside to apologize.

however.

Liu Ming suddenly laughed.

He looked at the self-satisfied and superior "prince" in front of him and shook his head.

He didn't speak.

He simply raised his hand slowly.

Take your glass of lemonade that you haven't finished yet.

Slowly and deliberately, the water was poured down Zhao Ruilong's slicked-back hair.

……

"hiss--!"

The entire horse farm fell into a deathly silence in an instant!

Everyone stared in disbelief at what was happening before them—a truly earth-shattering scene!

My mind is completely blank!

He... he actually dared to pour water on Zhao Ruilong's head?

Has he gone mad?

Zhao Ruilong was completely dumbfounded!

He stood there, stunned, feeling the cold, sticky liquid flow down his hair, across his cheeks, and drip onto his Armani suit, which was worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.

His brain, numbed by alcohol and power, completely shut down at this moment!

"You...you..."

After a long while, he finally realized what was happening!

His handsome face was twisted and contorted with extreme anger and humiliation!

"You fucking bastard! You're asking for it!!!"

He let out a beastly roar, waving his fist as if to smash it into Liu Ming's face!

however.

His fist hadn't even landed yet.

A hand that was faster and stronger than his had gripped his wrist like an iron clamp!

It's Liu Ming!

"What? You want to fight?"

Liu Ming looked at him, and for the first time, a cold and terrifying flame ignited in her usually calm eyes!

"You?"

He exerted a slight force on his wrist!

"ah--!"

Zhao Ruilong let out a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered!

He felt as if his wrist was about to be crushed!

"Let...let go!"

Liu Ming ignored his wails.

He simply looked at the group of "second-generation" kids around him, who were completely terrified, and a cold, mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

He released his grip and, as if throwing away trash, pushed Zhao Ruilong to the ground.

Then he picked up the bottle of 82 Lafite on the table, a very valuable bottle, and slowly poured himself half a glass.

He swirled the crimson liquid in his glass, his eyes sweeping across the room with disdain.

Finally, his gaze fell on the so-called "princeling" who was struggling to get up from the ground.

His voice, though not loud, was clear and reached everyone's ears.

"That's all we have."

"They dare to call themselves a wealthy and powerful family?"