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

Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection, First Interview Room.

The room was small, with sound-absorbing padded walls and no windows. There was only a cold incandescent light overhead that stayed on 24 hours a day, making it impossible to distinguish between day and night.

Luo Binwang was sitting in this room.

He was dressed in a crisp, dark-colored Zhongshan suit, his back ramrod straight, and his face even carried a hint of the composure typical of someone in a position of power.

Although his personal freedom has been restricted, and although his most trusted confidants are either dead or imprisoned.

But he continued to put up a stubborn resistance.

"Secretary Wang, let me reiterate."

Luo Binwang looked at Wang Qingshan, the deputy secretary of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection, whose face was ashen, and his voice was hoarse, yet still carried an unquestionable official air.

"Zhang Mingyuan's death was a tragedy, a collapse of his personal beliefs. Zhao Ruilong's outrageous behavior was a failure of family education. These things have nothing to do with me, Luo Binwang."

"I admit I was negligent in my oversight and made poor personnel decisions. But you want to pin those fabricated charges on me? Based on a few recordings whose authenticity is questionable? Based on the one-sided testimony of that inexperienced kid?"

He sneered, his laughter filled with disdain.

"Where's the evidence?"

"Without direct evidence, you can't touch me. I've shed blood and exerted myself for this province. I've worked for the Party for forty years! You can't, and dare not, slander an old comrade who has made great contributions to the Party and the country!"

He's still gambling.

He was gambling with the political capital he had accumulated over the years.

He was betting that his protégés and friends, whom he had personally promoted and who were spread throughout the province, would protect him.

He was even more gambled that those powerful figures in the capital, with whom he had intricate connections and interests, would make a move.

Wang Qingshan trembled with anger at his arrogant and dismissive attitude.

He knew that Luo Binwang was telling the truth.

Without the most direct and irrefutable evidence linking him directly to that illicit money, they really can't touch this cunning old fox who has become a master strategist.

……

"Boss, this old bastard is tough enough."

In the monitoring room next door, Ghost Hand looked at the hypocritical face on the screen and couldn't help but curse.

"They're about to die, and they're still pretending to be saints and gentlemen?"

Liu Ming remained silent.

He simply stared at the screen, his eyes as cold as a block of ice that had never melted.

He knew that dealing with someone like Luo Binwang would be ineffective using only the disciplinary committee's conventional interrogation methods.

We must win their hearts and minds.

We must find his most vulnerable spot.

Then, one fatal blow!

"Ghost hands."

"exist!"

"Did Luo Binwang have another illegitimate child overseas, one that was never publicly revealed?"

"Holy crap! Boss, you even know that?" Ghost Hand exclaimed in surprise. "That's right! There is one! She just turned eighteen this year and is studying at a prestigious school in Switzerland! She's one of Luo Binwang's mistresses from twenty years ago, a minor celebrity! Her name is Lin Meina!"

"This Lin Meina is the actual manager of all of Luo Binwang's overseas illicit funds accounts! She is also his only lifeline!"

"very good."

A cruel smile curled at the corners of Liu Ming's lips.

He picked up his phone and dialed Nangong Yao's number.

"Hey? My great hero, what instructions do you have now?" Nangong Yao's pleasant voice, tinged with a hint of laziness and teasing, came from the other end of the phone.

"Yaoyao, do me a favor."

Liu Ming's voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.

"I want to be alone."

"A woman named Lin Meina."

"I want her to fly back to China from Switzerland within 24 hours."

"And he voluntarily surrendered himself to the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

A long silence.

Nangong Yao, what an intelligent person she is.

She instantly understood what Liu Ming was trying to do.

"This woman is Luo Binwang's last trump card, and also his greatest weakness. He has staked everything on her. If you try to harm her, Luo Binwang will go mad."

"He's gone mad, that's why he's revealing more flaws." Liu Ming's voice was devoid of any emotion.

"But... she's in Switzerland, protected by local laws. And the money in her account is illicit; freezing it would trigger international financial disputes. We don't have the authority..."

"Who said we were going to follow the normal procedures?"

Liu Ming smiled, a smile like that of a demon about to unleash its fury.

"Yaoyao, have you forgotten what my major is?"

"Is it... business economics and development strategy?"

"No."

Looking at the screen, where Luo Binwang was still speaking eloquently, Liu Ming said, word by word:

"It's...war."

"A financial war without gunfire."

"You just need to cooperate with me."

"I'm going to turn that woman into a billionaire billionaire within 24 hours, a penniless, hunted-down... stray dog!"

"At that point, do you think she'll have any other option but to return to China and turn herself in to me?"

……

That afternoon.

An unprecedented financial strangulation war targeting the overseas assets of the "Luo family" has been launched silently yet with tremendous force in major global financial markets simultaneously!

Liu Ming, commanding the central army!

Ghost Hand, in charge of intelligence!

Nangong Group's top-notch trading team has come out in full force!

And then there's that mysterious "Morning Star Fund" from Liu Ming's mother, a fund powerful enough to make any country tremble—like an ancient beast awakening, baring its ferocious fangs!

Short sell!

Sniper!

Hostile takeover!

……

In just twelve hours!

All the listed companies and stocks under Lin Meina's name that were related to Luo Binwang's black gold have plummeted to worthless value!

All my investments in funds and futures have been wiped out!

All the trust accounts hidden in offshore islands were breached and frozen by Ghost Hand using the most illegal means!

When the morning sun shone into Linmina's luxurious estate at the foot of the Alps the next morning.

She has gone from a pampered socialite to a penniless woman burdened with debt!

What made her even more desperate was...

Countless "debt collection calls" from international gangs and underground banks affected by this financial storm bombarded all her cell phones like death warrants!

—Or, pay me back!

—Either pay with your life!

Lin Meina completely broke down!

She finally dialed that mysterious number from China, the one she had always been reluctant to confront.

"Feed?"

"Is...is this Mr. Liu?"

"I am Lin Meina."

"I...I turn myself in."

……

When the Gulfstream G650 that flew from Zurich landed at Beijing Capital International Airport.

When the woman, dressed in Chanel but with a deathly pale face, walked through the gates of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection, accompanied by two members of the "Dragon Shield" team.

It is located far away in Jiangnan Province.

That was Luo Binwang, still stubbornly resisting in the conversation room.

His psychological defenses finally crumbled when he saw his mistress, weeping uncontrollably, and the irrefutable evidence of overseas money laundering that she had personally handed over.

With a loud "boom".

It completely collapsed.