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

At six in the morning, while the entire provincial capital was still shrouded in a thin mist, the sound of hurried footsteps shattered the tranquility of the streets. These people had been operating in the provincial capital for many years, with disciples and old friends all over the world. At this moment, they were hiding behind the workers, holding walkie-talkies, and directing everything with sinister eyes.

Zhao Dalong, the plant manager of Tiezhou Steel, roared into the loudspeaker, veins bulging on his forehead.

"Liu Ming, get out here!"

Inside the compound, the atmosphere had already dropped to freezing point.

On the top floor of the office building, a deputy secretary-general rushed into Chu Tiankuo's office, his face pale.

Chu Tiankuo stood by the window, his back view appearing particularly desolate. He turned to look at Liu Ming, who was sitting on the sofa, head down wiping the enamel mug.

"Xiao Liu, you started this fire."

Chu Tiankuo turned around, his eyes revealing an unprecedented pressure.

Liu Ming put down his teacup and slowly stood up. He wasn't wearing a suit today, but a minimalist dark jacket with the collar pulled up high, covering half of his chin. His angular face showed no fear, but rather an unsettling calmness.

"Secretary, the police can't stop a belly full of anger, but they can block out the truth."

Liu Ming's voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable power.

"They're not here to kill me; they're here to find hope. Since someone wants to use them as pawns, then I'll break this pawn."

After saying that, he picked up a large red megaphone from the table and strode towards the door.

"Tear me apart, and the disease in Jiangnan Province won't be cured."

Liu Ming didn't stop. He pushed aside the person blocking his way and said calmly, "Old Lei is bringing men outside to meet me. Senior brother, watch out, the sky won't fall down."

……

The atmosphere had reached its limit.

"Open the door."

Liu Ming's voice rang out in the commander's earpiece.

"Director Liu? Are you crazy? If we open the door now, they'll rush in!" the commander exclaimed.

"I told you to open the door!"

Liu Ming repeated it, her tone as cold as the polar wind.

"Creak—"

The small door on the side slowly opened a crack.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the police and workers, Liu Ming walked out of the provincial government compound alone, holding only a plastic megaphone, with a calm expression.

He was not wearing a bulletproof vest, nor did he have any attendants with him.

"It's Liu Ming! That guy surnamed Liu has come out!"

"Kill him! He's the one who wanted to shut down our factory!"

"Go, everyone!"

The crowd surged forward like boiling water from a pot that had exploded.

Liu Ming did not move, nor did she even blink.

"Sizzle—"

Liu Ming pressed the horn switch, and the piercing electrical sound instantly drowned out the noise in the room.

He jumped onto a marble pier by the door, looking down at the raging sea.

"Shut up, all of you!"

With a roar, Liu Ming pointed at the deputy factory director at the front, who was still desperately trying to incite the workers, and sneered, "Where's Zhao Dalong? Tell him to get out here! What kind of skill is it to hide behind the workers?"

The crowd quieted down for a moment.

Zhao Dalong, the factory director of Tiezhou Steel, seeing he couldn't avoid it, had no choice but to grit his teeth and walk to the front. With a feigned expression of grief and indignation, he roared at Liu Ming, "Liu Ming! Stop throwing your weight around! You've betrayed the state-owned enterprise, you're ruining the livelihoods of tens of thousands of families! Today you must give us an explanation!"

"statement?"

Liu Ming looked at Zhao Dalong with disgust in her eyes.

"You want an explanation? Fine, I'll give you one!"

Liu Ming turned around, facing the thousands of bewildered yet angry eyes, her voice becoming unusually deep and powerful.

"Fellow workers! You've come here today because you think I, Liu Ming, am going to take away your jobs, right?"

"I'm telling you! You're wrong! Utterly wrong!"

He pointed to the magnificent office building behind him, his voice suddenly rising.

"It wasn't me who took away your jobs! It was those people who brought you here! It was your factory manager, Director Zhao, who kept saying he wanted to protect the factory!"

"Where did the 300 million yuan in subsidies allocated annually by the provincial finance department go, given that Tiezhou Steel has suffered losses for five consecutive years?"

"Did you go and fix your dorms? Did you go and raise your wages?"

"No!"

Liu Ming pulled a stack of printed photos from his pocket and suddenly threw them into the air!

"This is Zhao Dalong's villa in the western suburbs of the provincial capital! It covers five acres! It even has a private swimming pool! It's worth 100 million!"

"This is a ten million US dollar education fund he set aside overseas for his son!"

"This is the bill for a meal you and the other factory managers had at the 'Jiangnan Club' before this strike! Thirty-eight thousand yuan! That's enough for each of you to live on for a year!"

The photos fell like snowflakes among the workers.

The angry shouts gradually subsided, replaced by gasps of astonishment.

The workers picked up the photos from the ground, looked at the luxurious villa, at the exorbitant bills, and then at the calloused tools in their hands. The fire in their eyes slowly began to shift.

Liu Ming pointed at Zhao Dalong, whose face had turned deathly pale, her voice booming like thunder.

"He told you that if the factory closed, you would have no food. But he didn't tell you that if the factory wasn't restructured, this money would continue to flow into his pocket until the factory was completely drained! At that point, not only would you have no food, but no one would even pay your social security!"

"I, Liu Ming, am not standing here today to shut down the factory; I'm here to save you!"

"The new policy promises that the province will fund skills training for every laid-off worker! The new policy also promises that workers will own 10% of the shares in all restructured enterprises!"

"Who's afraid? Who's panicking?"

Liu Ming took another step forward, exuding an aura of power, and pointed the megaphone in her hand at the row of pale-faced factory directors.

"It's these parasites who are afraid of being audited, afraid of being investigated, and afraid of losing their wealth and status!"

"They want to use your bodies to shield them from the disciplinary committee's guns! They want to use your tears to buy them more opportunities to continue their corruption!"

As Liu Ming watched the workers gradually lay down their weapons and their eyes begin to clear, he let out a final roar.

"You've been used as pawns! Look at the villas under your factory manager's name!"

"And look at the hoes in your own hands!"

"Whose behalf are you speaking up for?"

The entire room fell silent.

The only sound was the wind rustling through the paper.

Zhao Dalong's body went limp, and the megaphone in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

he knows.

Someone in the crowd was the first to let out an angry roar.

Followed by.

"Down with Zhao Dalong!"

"Give us back our hard-earned money!"

The tidal wave of anger instantly backfired, completely engulfing those once high-ranking factory managers.

Liu Ming stood on the stone pier, watching the scene before him, and slowly lowered the loudspeaker.

His eyes were cold and lonely.

He knew this was only the first step.

This bloody reform has only just begun.