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

Ninety days.

To ordinary people, this was just a busy quarter, but in the official and financial circles of Jiangnan Province, these ninety days felt like centuries being boiled in boiling water.

When Liu Ming slapped down that undated resignation letter in that tense meeting room, the seasoned veterans throughout the province were secretly counting down the days. They were waiting to see how this 28-year-old "greenhorn director" would mess things up, and how the so-called "Jiangnan New Policy" would turn into a gamble that would bury the entire province's economy.

Today is the deadline.

The corridors of the provincial government office building were so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Although the doors to all the offices were closed, everyone was refreshing the internal reference pages of the Provincial Bureau of Statistics.

The air was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.

……

10:00 AM, Provincial Party Committee Meeting Room No. 1.

Chu Tiankuo and Wenren Mu sat side by side, each with a freshly printed, still-warm red-headed briefing in front of them.

Those are the core economic data for the entire province in the first quarter.

The conference room was filled with the heads of various departments and bureaus. Just three months ago, these people were fighting over the unequal distribution of spoils, and just two weeks ago, they were complaining bitterly about the growing pains of the new policies. But at this moment, every single one of them had an expression that screamed... existential doubt.

"Have you finished watching?"

Chu Tiankuo spoke, his voice deep yet carrying an uncontrollable tremor, like the tremor before a volcanic eruption.

No one dared to speak.

Old Sun from the Finance Department stared intently at the page on "tax revenue growth," his old eyes behind his glasses almost bleeding from their glare.

"Has Director Liu arrived yet?" Chu Tiankuo turned to ask his secretary.

As soon as he finished speaking, the conference room door was gently pushed open.

Liu Ming walked in.

He wore an extremely ordinary dark blue jacket, and still carried that old teacup with a layer of peeling paint. His face showed no trace of the elation of a great achievement; it was as calm as a bottomless, icy pool.

He walked to his original seat, sat down, casually unscrewed the lid of his teacup, and took a sip of hot tea.

"Director Liu, you slept really soundly." Wenren Mu adjusted his glasses, gave a wry smile, and pointed to the briefing on the table. "Do you know that those young people at the statistics bureau almost smashed their computers with shaking hands while submitting the data just now?"

"Oh?" Liu Ming put down her teacup, slightly raising her eyelids. "The data doesn't match?"

"That's absolutely right!"

Chu Tiankuo suddenly stood up; he couldn't wait for those tedious opening remarks. He grabbed the briefing and slammed it heavily on the table.

"The province's GDP growth rate in the first quarter was 14.8%!"

"Not only did they stop the downward trend at the end of last year, they fucking jumped into the top three nationwide!"

"Liu Ming! Tell me honestly, did you smuggle some kind of 'miracle drug' into the data?"

A collective gasp of surprise erupted from the audience.

14.8%!

Against the backdrop of a major reshuffle of the province's pillar industries, the restructuring of dozens of long-established state-owned enterprises, and the withdrawal of foreign capital, this is no longer growth.

This is fucking a medical miracle!

"Secretary, the data doesn't lie."

Liu Ming leaned back in her chair and pointed out the window.

"The semiconductor base in Ningzhou High-tech Zone was officially lit up last month, and the first batch of orders reached 4 billion yuan. The cross-border e-commerce free trade zone in Linjiang Port has seen its turnover exceed 50 billion yuan in three months. And the rare earth laboratory in southern Anhui has just received 2 billion yuan in special R&D funding from national ministries."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the department heads present, whose expressions were complex.

"Once the old mess is cleaned up, there will naturally be room for the new engine to start running. As I said before, as long as those parasites are not allowed to leech off the country, Jiangnan Province has a stronger foundation than anyone else."

Old Sun swallowed hard, and asked in a trembling voice, "Director Liu... then, that 50 billion yuan special investment..."

"They've all landed."

Liu Ming took out a stack of copies of agreements from his briefcase and casually scattered them on the table.

"Nangong Group spearheaded a collaboration with three central state-owned enterprises and six top international venture capital firms. The total amount isn't 50 billion, it's 62 billion. The initial funds are already in the provincial treasury's dedicated account."

He turned his head and looked at Old Sun.

"Director Sun, do you still think that Jiangnan Province can't pay salaries?"

Old Sun's face turned a deep purplish-red. He opened his mouth, then lowered his head deeply, replying with complete submission, "Director Liu... I, Old Sun, am truly convinced this time."

It wasn't just him who was convinced.

The provincial party committee members and bureau chiefs present looked at Liu Ming with not only awe, but also a kind of... horror as if they were seeing a ghost.

A 28-year-old young man.

In just three months.

Single-handedly, he overturned the underground network that Luo Binwang had cultivated for decades.

He single-handedly saved the collapsing economy of Jiangnan.

They also conveniently attracted billions of yuan in capital, enough to reshape the province's industrial structure.

This can no longer be explained by "talent".

This is... a genius sent from heaven!

……

Chu Tiankuo sat back down in his chair. He looked at Liu Ming, and the huge weight that had been hanging over his heart for ninety days finally lifted off his feet.

He glanced at the undated resignation letter that Liu Ming had been pressing down on the table in the corner of the conference room.

"Little Liu."

Chu Tiankuo's expression became more gentle than ever before.

"You can take that letter back and burn it."

Liu Ming looked down at the paper, crumpled it into a ball, and accurately threw it into the paper shredder three meters away.

With a "whoosh".

That "military order" that could have crushed countless people has turned into countless fragments.

"Secretary, the mission is complete."

Liu Ming dusted off his hands and said calmly, "The work that follows is just a matter of patience and perseverance. We should follow the established rules and policies. As long as we continue to implement these new policies, it's not a dream for Jiangnan Province to surpass Guangdong and catch up with Shanghai this year."

"Following Xiao He's rules?" Wenren Mu understood the underlying meaning. "What, are you planning to become a hands-off manager?"

"We still have a mountain of debt to pay off in Ningzhou," Liu Ming said, standing up. "As a deputy director at the provincial level, I can't possibly be here holding meetings with you all every day, can I?"

"Dream on!"

Chu Tiankuo laughed loudly and slammed his hand on the table.

"From today onwards, the Provincial Party Committee's Economic Reform Group is upgraded to a permanent body. You, Liu Ming, will not only be the deputy director but also serve as the chief economic advisor to the Provincial Party Committee and the Provincial Government!"

"Throughout the province, for any project involving more than 5 billion yuan, and for any document concerning institutional reform, I, as the Party Secretary, will not recognize it without your signature, Liu Ming!"

"You want to go back to Ningzhou? Fine! I'll provide you with a mobile office! Wherever you are, that's where the reorganization will be!"

This is already the ultimate level of delegation.

It is also the ultimate trust.

This means that although Liu Ming is only a deputy, he has already become, in effect, the soul of Jiangnan Province's economic brain.

He was the sharpest sword in the hands of Chu Tiankuo and Wenren Mu.

It is also the only... pillar of stability in this province.

……

As Chen Momo walked out of the provincial government building, she was waiting at the bottom of the steps.

The little girl's eyes were red, clearly from hearing the cheers coming from the conference room.

"Director...we...won?"

"We won."

Liu Ming helped her tidy her wind-blown hair and looked up at the horizon.

The clouds parted and the fog dissipated.

Golden sunlight shone on the magnificent provincial government buildings, giving them a solemn and sacred glow.

The first phase of revenge has come to a successful conclusion.

The revenge for his father's murder was only half complete.

The remaining half of the road leads to the capital.

"Let's go, Momo."

Liu Ming stepped into the understated Audi, a wild yet profound smile playing on his lips.

"go home."

"Back home, there's a 'cold-blooded county magistrate' waiting for me to deliver good news."

As Chen Momo started the car, she excitedly asked, "Director, now that we're heading back to Ningzhou, will those old foxes have to avoid you from now on?"

Liu Ming glanced at the provincial government building receding into the distance in the rearview mirror and said calmly:

"Go around it?"

"They don't even have the courage to look me in the eye anymore."