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

The countless photos, like a tragic snowfall, swirled and covered the cold, hard stone bricks of the provincial government square.

The clamor that had filled the square, enough to lift the roof off, vanished eerily at that moment.

Thousands of workers seemed to have been silenced. They bent down and, with trembling hands covered in calluses and even stained with black machine oil, picked up the scraps of paper from the ground.

The photos depict a world of extravagance they had never imagined.

Ouyang Zhen's five-acre mansion in the western suburbs had white marble pillars that dazzled people in the sunlight.

Several factory managers were toasting each other in the VIP room of "Jiangnan Club". On the table was a bottle of red wine with five zeros after the price tag. That was a huge sum of money that an ordinary converter worker would have to save up for ten years without eating or drinking.

And those pages of printed overseas account statements.

The evidence is overwhelming.

It was as hard as pieces of red-hot pig iron, directly blinding the workers and burning through their deceived and incited enthusiasm.

"Zhao Dalong...is this...is it real?"

An elderly worker with gray hair clutched the photograph of the villa tightly in his hand. His lips trembled, and his voice was hoarse as if it had been sanded, carrying an almost desperate question.

He worked at this steel factory for thirty years, developing a host of occupational diseases. His family of five lived in a cramped tenement building of less than forty square meters.

Meanwhile, the factory manager he trusted, who kept saying he would help them "get justice," lived in a palace with a heated swimming pool.

Zhao Dalong's face was ashen.

His fat face, which had been flushed red with anger, was now drained of color, looking like a whitewashed wall. He looked at Liu Ming, his eyes devoid of any arrogance, filled only with endless, unfathomable fear.

He couldn't figure it out.

He simply couldn't understand it.

Some of this evidence was unknown even to his wife. How did Liu Ming, this young man who had only been in the provincial capital for a few days, manage to dig up all his secrets in one night?

"You...you're framing me! It's a fabrication!"

Zhao Dalong was still making a final, futile struggle. He winked at his trusted men in the security department behind him, his voice hysterical, "Don't believe him! He's trying to divide us! He's playing tricks!"

However, he was no longer greeted with the same blind cheers as before.

Instead, there was a cold, even hateful, silence.

The workers aren't stupid.

The details in those photos, the signatures on those bills, and even the familiar factory bus in the background of some of the photos.

Lies are as fragile as a lump of mud baked in the sun when faced with irrefutable evidence.

"Zhao Dalong, have you forgotten where I came from?"

Liu Ming stood on high ground, looking down at him with no pity in her eyes, only a disgust that looked at rotting garbage.

"I'm a soldier."

"My greatest skill in life, besides killing enemies, is gathering intelligence."

"You think you can launder your money overseas, convert it into Bitcoin, or put it under the names of your mistresses and I'll never find it?"

Liu Ming sneered, then pulled out a neatly bound stack of files from his briefcase and slammed them heavily onto the megaphone.

"This contains a detailed breakdown of every single instance of your transfer of state-owned assets. It's accurate to the destination of every single penny. Do you still want to see it?"

Zhao Dalong's knees buckled, and with a "thud," he collapsed onto the stone bench.

Just then.

The tightly closed mahogany gate of the provincial government compound, a symbol of supreme power, slowly opened once again.

This time, it wasn't Liu Ming who came out.

Instead, it was a group of men wearing dark blue jackets with bright red party badges pinned to their chests.

Their faces were stern, and their steps were synchronized.

The First Discipline Inspection and Supervision Office of the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection was mobilized.

The section chief leading the team walked up to Zhao Dalong and directly showed him the removal order stamped with a red seal.

"Zhao Dalong, regarding your suspected serious violations of discipline and law, and large-scale embezzlement of state-owned assets, the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection is now formally taking coercive measures against you. Come with us."

"And you, you, you."

The section chief pointed his finger at the heads of three other large state-owned enterprises.

Those factory directors who had been so aggressive and leading the chanting of slogans just moments before were now shrinking back, wishing they could disappear into the ground.

"No! I'm innocent! I did it for the workers!" a factory manager screamed, trying to run away.

However, he was instantly pinned to the ground by several plainclothes special police officers who had been waiting nearby.

"Snap!"

The sound of handcuffs snapping shut was particularly jarring in the deathly silent square.

This sound was like a thunderclap, completely shattering this so-called "strike and protest".

As the workers watched the leaders who had once been so powerful in the factory now being dragged into black cars like dead dogs, the confusion in their eyes gradually disappeared.

They finally realized that the anger they had been venting these days had become a shield for these parasites.

They wanted to protect the factory, but what these people wanted to protect were the villas and gold bars they had embezzled.

"Listen up, everyone!"

Liu Ming picked up the big red megaphone again.

His voice was no longer passionate; instead, it became somewhat low and earnest.

I'll say it one last time.

"The new policies in Jiangnan are not about layoffs. On the contrary, I want to completely liberate you from these bloodsuckers!"

"The profits these parasites devour each year are enough to double your salaries! Enough to build you the best resettlement housing in the entire province!"

"Today, I, Liu Ming, am here to give you a definite answer."

He turned around and pointed to the provincial government building behind him, which was bathed in the morning sunlight.

"After the factory restructuring, management positions were filled through open competition! Whoever had the ability got the job! The workers' equity stake was written into the articles of association in black and white! Every penny of the cash flow was completely transparent!"

"Anyone who dares to embezzle even a single penny more, I, Liu Ming, will personally send them to jail!"

"Do you want to rot away with these parasites, or do you want to follow me, Liu Ming, and carve out a truly clean future for our Jiangnan Province?"

The entire room fell into a long silence once again.

A few seconds later.

The old worker who had just questioned Zhao Dalong slowly raised his hand.

He looked at Liu Ming, and a faint but determined light rekindled in his previously cloudy eyes.

"Director Liu...I believe you."

He shouted something in a hoarse voice, and then he took the lead in throwing the wooden stick in his hand to the ground.

"Clang!"

The sound was like a signal.

Followed by.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Hoes, shovels, banners... one "weapon" after another was thrown on the ground.

The workers, who had previously looked at Liu Ming with hostility, now looked at her with an unprecedented respect.

At the grassroots level, in factories, people are actually quite simple-minded.

They will recognize whoever treats them well, whoever tells them the truth, and whoever is willing to risk their lives for them.

"Director Liu! I'm so sorry about earlier!"

"Director Liu, you're a real man! We'll listen to you from now on!"

I don't know who started clapping first.

Then, the applause rose like a tide, growing from sparse to dense, from soft to deafening.

Thousands of workers in the square in front of the provincial government offered their highest tribute to the young man standing on the stone pier, his shirt still stained with blood.

That was a tribute to justice and an endorsement of new hope.

The rooftop of the building.

Chu Tiankuo and Wenren Mu stood by the window, watching the crowd receding like a tide but becoming orderly, and the piles of weapon wreckage on the ground. They exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock and amazement in each other's eyes.

"Old Chu, you're right."

Wenren Mu adjusted his glasses and gave a wry smile.

"This kid really has extraordinary abilities. He can not only cure diseases, but he can also destroy people's hearts."

"No one in the entire Jiangnan Province dares to do or succeed at this kind of risky tactic except him."

Chu Tiankuo took a deep breath, turned around, and looked at the "Jiangnan New Policy" plan on the table, which no longer needed to be discussed by the Standing Committee.

He picked up the pen and signed his name heavily on it.

"From this day forward, the economy of Jiangnan Province will belong to the Liu family."

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on the square.

As Liu Ming watched the workers gradually disperse, her tense body finally relaxed slightly.

He stepped off the stone block and felt a slight pain in his shoulder where the stick had grazed him, causing him to wince involuntarily.

"Director, are you alright?"

Xing Lie walked over, looking at the mess on the ground, his tone full of lingering fear.

"If those people had really rushed up just now, I really wouldn't have been able to protect you with just a few men."

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Liu Ming took the cigarette Xing Lie offered, lit it, and took a deep drag.

Smoke rose in wisps as dawn broke.

He turned to look at the shadows left by the factory managers who had been taken away.

"These people are nothing but paper tigers, all bark and no bite. Once you peel back the skin, you'll find nothing but pus inside."

"The first stumbling block to the implementation of the new policy has been removed."

He looked at the bustling streets in the distance, his eyes turning cold again.

"The rest."

"One at a time."

Just then, Chen Momo ran over quickly, her face filled with undisguised excitement and pride.

"Director! It's Secretary Chu on the phone! He wants you to come back immediately!"

"The Party Secretary said the plan has been approved!"

"Now all the resources in the province are at your command!"

Liu Ming smiled.

That smile, amidst the ruins and smoke, appeared exceptionally bright and wild.

He exhaled a puff of smoke and casually crushed the large red horn.

"understood."

"Tell the secretary."

"Now that the fighting has begun..."

"Then I have to give this play its best performance."

"Walk."

"Let's go...to the next one."