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

The Audi A6 with ordinary license plates sped away amidst the two glaring taillights.

The scene was one of utter chaos, and the gates of the horse farm were deathly silent.

"Brother Long...are you...are you alright?"

Li Tianhao walked forward cautiously, wanting to reach out and help Zhao Ruilong, who was still sitting on the ground. He still couldn't understand why Brother Long, who had been so arrogant just moments before, had been so frightened by a few words from that country bumpkin that he had collapsed to the ground.

"Get away! Don't touch me!"

As if electrocuted, Zhao Ruilong flung Li Tianhao's hand away and scrambled to his feet.

His well-tailored white suit was covered in dust and gravel, and there was no trace of the demeanor of a "prince of the provincial capital". His once handsome face was now twisted like a wounded beast, and his eyes were filled with fear, humiliation and overwhelming hatred.

"What are you looking at? Get the hell out of here! Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out!"

Zhao Ruilong roared hysterically at the second-generation rich kids around him who were still in a daze.

Those rich kids who usually followed him around, eating and drinking for free, scattered like birds and beasts at the sight of him, afraid of incurring the wrath of this enraged lion. But everyone knew that after tonight, Zhao Ruilong's myth of being "invincible" in the provincial capital's elite circles would be completely shattered.

"Brother Long, that kid is too arrogant! Are we just going to let him go like this?" Li Tianhao looked at his Ferrari, now a complete scrap metal, and felt his heart bleed.

"Let him go?"

Zhao Ruilong gritted his teeth, forcing out a few words, each one dripping with blood, "I'll make sure he dies a gruesome death! Let's go! Back to my uncle's house right now!"

……

The Provincial Party Committee compound, Building No. 1.

This villa, located at the deepest part of the compound and with the highest security level, is the residence of Luo Binwang, the deputy secretary of the provincial party committee.

In the study, a precious sandalwood incense burner burned with calming and tranquil sandalwood incense. Luo Binwang, dressed in loose-fitting practice clothes, was calmly copying Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy on Xuan paper with a wolf-hair brush.

"Bang!"

The study door was pushed open roughly.

Zhao Ruilong, looking both fierce and disheveled, barged in without even knocking.

"What are you doing? Acting so recklessly, what kind of behavior is this!" Luo Binwang frowned, put down his brush, and looked at his most beloved nephew with some displeasure.

"Uncle! Something terrible has happened!"

Zhao Ruilong rushed to the desk, his hands gripping the surface. His voice trembled with extreme tension and anger. "That Liu Ming…that Liu Ming, he's Liu Jianguo's son!"

"Clatter!"

Luo Binwang's hand trembled, and the wolf-hair brush that had just been placed on the brush holder fell onto the Xuan paper, instantly ruining a beautiful piece of calligraphy with a thick blot of ink.

A rare crack finally appeared on his face, which was usually calm and composed, as if he could remain unmoved even if Mount Tai collapsed before him.

"What did you say? Say it again!"

Luo Binwang suddenly raised his head, and two sharp, cold glints shot from his eyes, hidden behind his gold-rimmed glasses, as he stared intently at Zhao Ruilong.

"He told me himself! His father is Liu Jianguo!"

Zhao Ruilong swallowed hard and recounted the events that had just occurred at the entrance of the horse farm. When he mentioned Liu Ming's comments about the "No. 3 mine disaster" and the "300 million yuan resettlement fee," Luo Binwang's face darkened considerably.

"He not only knows about Liu Jianguo, he also knows the inside story of the mine disaster! Uncle, this kid isn't here for a temporary post; he's a vengeful ghost coming to claim lives!"

Zhao Ruilong became increasingly agitated as he spoke, his voice even trembling with emotion. "He's now the deputy director of the Provincial Development and Reform Commission, and he's highly regarded by Secretary Chu. If he really has some evidence, then our Zhao family, and you, Uncle... we're all finished!"

"What's the panic?"

Luo Binwang interrupted him sharply, his voice carrying the supreme authority of someone long accustomed to a high position, forcefully suppressing Zhao Ruilong's panic.

He slowly stood up, walked to the window, looked at the deep night outside, and his mind quickly connected all the recent events.

From the crackdown on organized crime in Ningzhou to the downfall of Li Jianguo.

From the Provincial Development and Reform Commission's groundbreaking "Strategic Plan" to Liu Ming's remarkable performance at the Standing Committee meeting.

These seemingly unrelated and isolated events, now connected by the identity of "Liu Jianguo's son," instantly form a clear and fatal logical chain.

"I see... I see..."

Luo Binwang muttered to himself, a chilling smile curving his lips.

"I was wondering which old friend had set me up behind my back. Turns out it was that remnant from ten years ago, coming back to collect a debt."

He turned around and looked at Zhao Ruilong. The shock from before was gone from his eyes, replaced by an indifference that regarded human life as worthless.

"Ruilong, remember this."

"In this officialdom, the dead cannot speak. But the living, as long as they still have desires and vulnerabilities, will inevitably have weaknesses."

"Since he knew his own identity, he didn't go directly to the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection with the evidence. Instead, he came to the Provincial Development and Reform Commission to play this 'boiling frog' trick with me. This shows..."

Luo Binwang tapped his fingers lightly on the table, making a soft, rhythmic sound.

"This means that the evidence he has is not enough to kill me in one blow."

"Uncle, what should we do now? Are we just going to watch him shit on our heads?" Zhao Ruilong asked through gritted teeth.

"Of course not."

Luo Binwang sneered, returned to his desk, picked up the sheet of Xuan paper stained with ink, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the wastepaper basket.

"Does he think that by climbing on Chu Tiankuo's coattails, he can turn the world upside down in Jiangnan Province?"

"Too naive."

"In Jiangnan Province, this day is not for a mere youth like him to make the decisions."

Luo Binwang opened the drawer, took out a black, encrypted phone without any markings, and dialed a number.

"Hey, Lao Xu. It's me."

His voice regained its usual calm and gentle tone, but the content of his words revealed a chilling murderous intent.

"Has the Nangong Group been making some big moves lately? I heard they're planning to move their headquarters to the provincial capital?"

"Well, the tallest tree in the forest is bound to be felled by the wind. Their methods may work in Ningzhou, but they might not be suitable for the provincial capital."

"Make arrangements for those 'local' companies in the province to unite and teach this President Nangong a good lesson. Teach her the rules of doing business in Jiangnan Province."

After hanging up the phone, Luo Binwang looked at Zhao Ruilong.

"Liu Ming's greatest reliance, besides Chu Tiankuo's appreciation, is the financial support from the Nangong Group."

"If we break his funding leg and pull out his gold tooth, all those grand plans he made at the National Development and Reform Commission will be nothing but waste paper!"

"By then, would Chu Tiankuo still protect a deputy director who has no achievements and only knows how to talk big?"

A ruthless glint flashed in Luo Binwang's eyes.

"Ruilong, you better behave yourself for a while and don't mess with him. Clean up all the filth in your hands."

"Leave the rest to me."

"I want him to know that in Jiangnan Province, anyone who dares to touch my, Luo Binwang's, cake will suffer a fate worse than his father's."

A massive trap targeting Liu Ming and his biggest backer, Nangong Yao, was quietly being set in this study filled with sandalwood incense and political intrigue.