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

The provincial capital's high-speed railway station.

Outside the VIP waiting room, on the private platform, the G106 train resembled a colossal silver beast crouching on the tracks, its engine trembling slightly. In the spacious, brightly lit first-class carriage, Nangong Yao was already seated. Her strikingly beautiful eyes, filled with an almost aggressive intensity, were fixed intently on the two figures entwined on the platform through the tinted glass.

Over there, the air seemed to be frozen.

The autumn wind was somewhat chilly, swirling up a few scraps of paper from the platform before letting them fall listlessly.

Liu Ming held Xi Wanqing's hand. Those hands, capable of slamming their fists on the table at a Standing Committee meeting and taking lives in the jungle, were now surprisingly gentle. Looking at this woman, as cold and aloof as snow, his throat felt like it was stuffed with burnt cotton, terribly dry.

Originally, given the Lin family's influence and Liu Ming's current status, transferring Xi Wanqing to Beijing would have been a simple matter of a few phone calls.

But Xi Wanqing refused.

The refusal was unusually firm.

"Are you really sure?" Liu Ming asked again, her voice sounding a little hoarse on the empty platform.

"It's decided."

Xi Wanqing raised her head.

In those clear, cold eyes, the deputy mayor's authority was gone, replaced by an almost martyr-like tenacity.

"Liu Ming, I've been with you from Qingyun County to Ningzhou, and then from Ningzhou to the provincial capital. Along the way, I've watched you tear the sky apart and dig out all the rotten things one by one. But this mess in Jiangnan Province isn't over yet."

She gripped Liu Ming's hand tightly, as if she wanted to transfer all the stubbornness she had ever had to him.

"Although Luo Binwang has fallen, the mess he left behind at the grassroots level, those remote counties and cities that haven't yet benefited from the 'New Policies,' still need someone to keep an eye on them. You are the sharpest blade; you should go to the capital to cut off those even bigger shackles."

She paused, a proud smile curving her lips.

"And I, Xi Wanqing, have never been your accessory. I will stay in Jiangnan Province, in the place where you fought, to thoroughly solidify your 'Jiangnan New Policy' and safeguard those newly sprouted hopes."

Liu Ming looked at her, and an indescribable tremor welled up in his heart.

this woman.

She understood him better than anyone else.

He also has more backbone than anyone else.

She didn't want to rely on his influence to be a lazy official in the capital's government offices; she wanted to achieve great feats at the grassroots level, on the real battlefield, to make a name for herself as Xi Wanqing.

She wanted to be like him, to become a true and deserving national hero.

"The water in the capital is thousands of feet deeper than here." Liu Ming sighed, her eyes filled with reluctance.

"I know. But you are Liu Ming, the Asura of 'Dragon Fang'."

Xi Wanqing reached out and gently stroked the almost invisible scar on his cheek, her eyes becoming incredibly tender.

"Once you get to the capital, don't overwork yourself. Remember to eat on time and smoke less. That vixen Nangong Yao... although she's annoying, she's right about one thing: in business, she can definitely help you. But in officialdom, amidst all the scheming and intrigue, you'll have to rely on yourself."

The two of them stood there quietly.

The train conductor has begun a final check of the cabin doors.

"drop--!"

The long whistle echoed across the platform, carrying a heartbreaking sense of urgency.

"I'm leaving," Liu Ming said softly.

"Mmm." Xi Wanqing responded, but her eyes reddened instantly.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the stinging sensation in her nose, and suddenly took a step forward, hooking her arms tightly around Liu Ming's neck.

No unnecessary words.

She took the initiative and kissed his lips.

On the high-speed rail platform, filled with the smell of disinfectant and the stench of steel.

Under the watchful eyes of thousands of passengers and the province’s most elite security personnel.

The youngest division-level director and the youngest deputy director-level female secretary in Jiangnan Province shared a passionate kiss in the chilly autumn wind, a kiss that seemed to freeze time.

this kiss.

Overjoyed at the reunion.

It also carried the sorrow of parting.

It also carried an absolute trust that only the two of them understood, a trust that belonged to those who fought side by side.

The guards on the platform all turned their heads and stood in two rows of human walls in perfect unison. Nangong Yao, inside the carriage, also put down her coffee cup and looked at the scene outside the window with an unusually complex expression.

There was jealousy, there was envy, but more than anything, there was a silent respect for each other as heroes.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Xi Wanqing's breathing became rapid. She looked at Liu Ming, and the frost that had never melted on her face completely melted away, turning into a pool of spring water that could drown all living beings.

"Liu Ming".

"Um."

"I'll be waiting for you in Jiangnan Province. Until I've paved the way here, until I can walk into that grand mansion with my own abilities..."

Her eyes shone with an unprecedented brilliance.

"...We will get married at the highest point of that mountain."

Liu Ming felt her blood boil in that instant.

That was a promise that made him even prouder than securing a 10 billion yuan investment or defeating Luo Binwang.

"it is good."

Liu Ming didn't say a word more; he nodded heavily.

"I'm waiting for you."

He turned around.

No turning back.

he knows.

If you turn back.

He really couldn't leave.

His steps were steady and powerful, each step resonating with the vibrations of the railway tracks and the pulse of this new era.

Step into the carriage.

With a click, the heavy hatch slowly closed.

The train slowly started moving, and the immense inertia carried Liu Ming towards the unknown vortex to the north.

Liu Ming sat in her seat, looking out the window at the figure that grew smaller and smaller, standing alone on the platform like a plum blossom braving the snow.

Xi Wanqing did not leave.

She just stood there.

The wind tousled her black hair, but it could not shake her resolute spine.

She faced the direction of the train and slowly raised her right hand, giving the most standard... military salute that he had taught her.

Liu Ming sat by the window, her palm pressed against the glass where their eyes met.

"Director."

Chen Momo sat in the back, already sobbing uncontrollably, having used up an entire pack of tissues.

"Mayor Xi...she's truly amazing. If it were me, I definitely wouldn't want you to leave."

Liu Ming closed her eyes, concealing the moisture in them.

"So she is Xi Wanqing."

"She's the woman for whom I, Liu Ming, would willingly take a bullet for her."

The train accelerates.

The scenery outside the window transformed into blurry streaks of light.

The prosperity of Ningzhou, the simplicity of Qingyun, and the intrigue of the provincial capital.

All of that was forgotten in that instant.

Liu Ming knew.

This temporary separation is by no means the end.

Instead.

In order to reach that cloud, at that highest point of power, at that peak moment of the rejuvenation of China.

Complete it once, the most dazzling, the most impeccable... See you at the summit.

"Wait for me."

Liu Ming silently recited in her heart.

"Before that day comes."

"I will use the winds and clouds of this capital to forge the most magnificent crown for you."

The train pierced the sky.

Heading towards the deeper, darker, and wider sea, we sped onward.

"Do you think she'll cry?" Nangong Yao had somehow moved closer and sat down next to Liu Ming, her tone unusually gentle.

Liu Ming opened her eyes, looked at the darkening sky outside the window, and a smile appeared on her lips.

"She won't."

"Because she is Xi Wanqing."

"All she does is wipe away her tears, and then...go kill."

After Liu Ming finished speaking, she closed her eyes to rest.

Silence fell over the carriage.

Only the sound of wheels hitting the rails, in this quiet winter night, sounded like heavy drumbeats.

It strikes the spine of the earth.

It also foreshadows something.

In the deep waters of that capital city.

A real dragon.

Soon, a cataclysmic upheaval will occur.

"I also want to see who among the three of us will be the real winner on that mountaintop."

Nangong Yao leaned back gently in her chair, murmuring to herself.

The train sped along.

The road ahead is uncertain.

However, they were determined to succeed.