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

The autumn wind outside the martyrs' cemetery gradually subsided, leaving behind a fresh scent of earth and pine. Liu Ming walked steadily on the damp stone steps, each step firm and deliberate. The heavy feeling that had gripped his heart for ten years, along with the execution of Luo Binwang and the exoneration of his father, dissipated like smoke in that moment. He felt lighter than ever before, as if something deep within his soul was silently shattering and then reforming.

"What's wrong? You haven't said a word since just now." Nangong Yao took two quick steps forward to stand beside him, turning her head to look at his face, her eyes filled with a hint of probing.

Liu Ming stopped, looked up at the clear blue sky after the rain, and let out a long sigh. "It's nothing. It's just that the air in this provincial capital seems to have suddenly become sweeter."

Xi Wanqing walked on the other side, gently straightening his slightly disheveled collar, a smile playing on her lips: "That means the bitterness in your heart has dissipated. Liu Ming, you've carried this heavy burden for ten years; now, it's time to live for yourself."

Liu Ming looked down at them, the cold, sharp edge in his heart completely concealed at that moment. Revenge was his only motivation to move forward in the darkness, but when his enemies turned to dust, he realized that this land, which had once made him bleed and weep, had unknowingly become a responsibility he could not sever.

Back in his office in the provincial party committee compound, Liu Ming didn't rush to deal with the mountain of documents piled on his desk. He sat in his large office chair, his fingertips lightly tapping the surface. His mind wasn't focused on the details of the bloody incident ten years ago, but rather on the journey he had taken. From the impoverished villages of Qingyun County, to the high-tech industrial park in Ningzhou, and now to the dramatically transformed Jiangnan Province.

"Knock knock." Chen Momo knocked and entered, carrying a freshly brewed cup of green tea. Her voice was clear and crisp: "Director, the Provincial Party Committee Office asked when you'd have time to report to the Standing Committee members about the second phase of the 'Jiangnan New Policy' implementation plan?"

Liu Ming picked up his teacup, the rising steam blurring his vision. He suddenly realized that his vision was no longer limited to how to revitalize a province's economy or how to bring down a corrupt official.

"Mo Mo, tell me, what exactly is the backbone of a country?" Liu Ming suddenly asked a completely unrelated question.

Chen Momo paused for a moment, then scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly: "Well... it should be someone like you, Director, an official who can ensure the people have enough to eat and who can instill fear in bad people, right?"

Liu Ming smiled and shook his head. His gaze passed through the window, looking towards the distant north. That was the direction of the capital, the place where the nation's highest will converged.

At this moment, his realm completely broke through.

Previously, he thought that officialdom was a game of strategy, a life-or-death hunt.

Now, he feels that officialdom is a whetstone.

It is a test of his character, and also of the future of this country.

He slowly wrote a few words in his notebook: Core technologies, vital national assets.

His time at the Provincial Development and Reform Commission had exposed him to a harsh reality. Although Jiangnan Province's economy had recovered, many core sectors remained dependent on foreign countries. The sense of powerlessness stemming from this technological blockade was more unsettling than Luo Binwang's conspiracy.

He not only understands politics, but he also knows how to make money. But if the money he earns is only used to buy other people's technology, then this new policy in Jiangnan will ultimately be nothing more than building castles on sand.

"What I'm going to do isn't just a path to wealth for one province," Liu Ming muttered to himself, his eyes blazing with an unprecedented intensity. "What I'm going to do is launch a breakthrough for Chinese technology."

For the next two days, Liu Ming fell into a near-frenzied work ethic. He stopped paying attention to official social engagements and instead locked himself in his office, gathering high-tech industry data from across the province and even the country. He was reviewing, analyzing, and utilizing the top-tier logic of Imperial College London and Tsinghua University to find the most risky yet fastest way to overtake the nation's industrial structure.

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Three days later, in the office of the provincial party secretary.

Chu Tiankuo and Wenren Mu sat side by side, each holding a copy of Liu Ming's "Concept on Establishing a National-Level Strategic Reserve Base for Semiconductors and New Materials," which Liu Ming had just submitted.

The office was eerily quiet. The two high-ranking officials exchanged a glance, both seeing a kind of near-horrified shock in each other's eyes.

"This kid..." Wenren Mu broke the silence first, his hands trembling slightly, "He's no longer content with just messing around in Jiangnan Province. If this plan is submitted, he'll be directly trying to steal food from the global supply chain."

Chu Tiankuo took a deep drag on his cigar, letting the thick smoke obscure the sharp glint in his eyes. He spoke slowly, his voice tinged with emotion: "I thought that after making such a great contribution, he would want to rest for a while. I never expected that his appetite would be so enormous."

"This kind of vision, this kind of perspective," Chu Tiankuo pointed to the proposal, "Old Wen, do you think this was written by a young man not even thirty years old?"

"This is a strategy of a national hero," Wenren Mu commented in four words.

Just as the two were still marveling at the proposal, the red secure phone on the desk suddenly rang urgently.

Chu Tiankuo's eyes sharpened; this phone connected directly to Zhongnanhai. He quickly answered, his expression instantly becoming extremely respectful.

"Yes, I am Chu Tiankuo."

"Understood, I guarantee I will complete the mission."

"He's right here with me. I'll let him know right away."

After hanging up the phone, Chu Tiankuo looked at Wenren Mu with an extremely complex expression, a mixture of relief and disappointment.

"What's wrong?" Wenren Mu asked anxiously.

Chu Tiankuo didn't answer directly, but turned to look at Liu Ming, who was pushing the door open and entering. His gaze became more solemn than ever before, even carrying a hint of awe.

"Xiao Liu." Chu Tiankuo slowly stood up.

Liu Ming stepped forward: "Secretary, you wanted to see me?"

Chu Tiankuo pulled out a top-secret official letter from his briefcase, which had just been faxed over a special channel. It was a top-level transfer order issued directly by the Organization Department of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China and supervised by the General Office of the Central Committee.

"Your 'Jiangnan New Policy' has alarmed the capital. Your chip breakthrough plan has already been placed on the desk of the highest level."

Chu Tiankuo walked up to Liu Ming and personally handed him the transfer order.

"I originally wanted to keep you for a few more years, but it seems those old men in the capital can't wait any longer."

Liu Ming took the transfer order and glanced at the handwriting on it.

[The Central Committee has decided to transfer Comrade Liu Ming to Beijing to serve as Director-General of the High-Tech Industry Department of the National Development and Reform Commission (at the ministerial level), and to preside over the overall work of the National Semiconductor Strategic Task Force.]

Thirty years old.

At the level of a department director.

To wield the nation's most important assets.

This is no longer a promotion.

This was a mission undertaken amidst defeat and in a time of crisis.

"Liu Ming".

Chu Tiankuo patted him on the shoulder, his voice deep and powerful, "Go. Go to that bigger stage, and carve out a path for China to survive."

"This pond in Jiangnan Province can no longer hold your true dragon."

Liu Ming looked at the heavy transfer order in his hand, his eyes showing no fluctuation, only a calmness that indicated he had seen through the changing times.

He bowed deeply to the two senior leaders.

"Secretary, Governor, take care."

He turned around and went out.

The sunlight in the corridor was so bright it was almost blinding. Liu Ming straightened her back, her steps as firm as ever.

He touched the photo of his father in his inner pocket, a wild and confident smile playing on his lips.

"Dad, did you see that?"

"Our next stop is Beijing."

A single transfer order caused a sensation.

Liu Ming's path to the pinnacle of fame officially begins at this moment.