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

The area under the city walls is never short of news, and it's also the place where secrets are hardest to keep.

The details of the Lin family banquet the night before spread like wildfire within 24 hours, like a storm, reaching every top private club, high-ranking official sanatorium, and even the most forbidden places hidden deep in the alleys of Beijing.

In this place where power is intertwined, the name Liu Ming has officially become an inescapable knot.

"Have you heard? That Liu Ming has turned down the marriage proposal from the Lin family."

Inside a top-tier teahouse called "Jinse" on the East Second Ring Road in the city, several well-dressed young people with a cold and sinister look in their eyes gathered together.

The one leading the group was Zhao Ruihu.

He held a Jingdezhen blue and white porcelain cup, as thin as a cicada's wing, in his hand, his fingertips turning slightly white from the pressure.

"Did you push it?"

A young man nearby exclaimed dramatically, forgetting to smoke his lit cigar, "Damn it, that's Old Master Lin's little princess! That's a ladder to heaven! Has this kid been kicked in the head by a donkey, or does he have a death wish?"

"What's the reason? There has to be some excuse, right?"

"A pretext?"

Zhao Ruihu sneered, splashing the remaining tea from his cup onto the ground, his tone filled with intense jealousy and sarcasm.

"He said he had a girlfriend in Jiangnan Province. He wanted to be a devoted lover and didn't want to be a heartless man like Chen Shimei, so he rejected the Lin family."

Holy crap!

"Awesome!"

The young masters in the room looked at each other, their expressions a fascinating mix of emotions.

Shock.

absurd.

And... a deep-seated fear born of incomprehension.

In this circle, marriage is never just about two people's heartbeats, but rather an exchange of resources between two large families, a bargaining chip for maximizing profits.

In this part of the city, in order to climb the social ladder, some people will put a price on anything, not just a girlfriend from another province, but even their own mother.

But what about Liu Ming?

He was facing the Lin family!

That's the Lin family, whose mere nod would allow him to roam freely throughout China!

He actually threw away all his immense wealth for the sake of so-called "love"?

"mad."

Zhao Ruihu took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and the image of Liu Ming's extremely indifferent eyes appeared in his mind.

"This isn't arrogance; this is complete disregard for the rules of this city. In his eyes, the Lin family's power is less important than his own petty sentimentality. This man is insane."

……

This "madman" theory quickly gained consensus among the sons of high-ranking officials in the city.

Some people mocked him for being ungrateful.

Some people mocked him for pretending to be aloof.

But more than anything, it was a deep, indescribable apprehension.

Because in this jungle where everyone talks about interests and transactions, the most terrifying "outlier" is one who is not tempted by interests or has their spine bent by power.

This means you can't bribe him.

You can't threaten him either.

Those trump cards you're so proud of might be nothing to him.

"This kid is probably going to become the public enemy of all the young masters in our city."

The eldest son of another family took a sip of ice water, his eyes filled with malice.

"Young Master Zhao, do you think Old Master Lin is really just going to let it go like this? Being publicly rejected, where does that leave the Lin family's reputation?"

Zhao Ruihu opened his eyes, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"Old Lin is a man whose mind is unfathomable. Although he is smiling, those second and third generations of the Lin family who are protective of their own are not to be trifled with. In addition, there are all of us... Since Liu Ming wants to be a lofty 'national hero,' then let's show him how long a 'national hero' without any connections can survive in this city."

A covert manhunt targeting Liu Ming is quietly accelerating within these luxurious private rooms filled with wisps of smoke.

……

At that moment, Liu Ming was on her way to report to the National Development and Reform Commission.

He changed into a neat Zhongshan suit.

He was still carrying that tactical backpack.

His steps were steady, and his demeanor was calm.

He stopped at a newsstand on the street corner and bought a copy of that day's "Reference News".

The old man at the newsstand looked at him and felt that there was something inexplicable about this young man.

Like a mountain.

It can be controlled.

It also resembles fire.

It's burning brightly.

"Young man, just returned to Beijing?" the old man casually inquired.

Liu Ming smiled, revealing a set of white teeth. Sunlight shone on his profile, giving him a wild and energetic look.

"Not returning to Beijing."

He looked at the towering office building not far away, his voice not loud, but carrying a firmness that could penetrate the noise.

"We're here to pick up the account books."

……

Half an hour later, in the lobby of the High-Tech Industry Department of the National Development and Reform Commission.

Liu Ming officially stepped into the office area.

The once noisy office area fell into a deathly silence the moment he appeared.

Those clerks and section chiefs who were usually arrogant and haughty felt a chill run down their spines as they looked at the new director who was unbelievably young but had the reputation of being "the most arrogant person in the whole city".

They received countless text messages greeting them.

I've also heard countless versions of the horror legend.

They know.

This Liu Ming doesn't even give the Lin family any face.

He dared to kick and break even the ladder to the sky.

What else wouldn't he dare to do?

What else is there that he wouldn't dare to investigate?

Liu Ming walked past rows of workstations.

The leather shoes made a rhythmic, crisp sound as they stepped on the marble floor.

Each time.

It's like stepping on the nerve endings of those who have a guilty conscience.

He walked to the door of the director's office and stopped.

He did not turn around to deliver any grand inaugural address.

He simply turned his head, looked at his subordinates who were sitting upright, sweating profusely, and said calmly:

"From now on, I'll be in the High Technology Division."

"There is only one color."

"That is... the red line."

"Who dares to step over it?"

Liu Ming smiled slightly, a smile that appeared particularly cold in the autumn sunlight.

"I took him to see Zhao Ruilong."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and entered.

"Bang!"

The door slammed shut.

This moment.

Liu Ming's reputation for "arrogance" spread throughout the city.

Those old foxes lurking in the shadows.

Those arrogant and powerful families.

And then there are those political enemies who are sharpening their knives.

They all had to start re-evaluating this place that was standing at the center of the storm.

—A peerless hero.

"Director, Deputy Director Zhao Ruihu said he is not feeling well and has asked for leave."

Chen Momo pushed the door open and came in, reporting in a low voice.

Liu Ming leaned back in her chair, glanced at the top-secret project proposal that had just been delivered to her, and sneered without looking up:

"Ask for leave?"

"Let him pay."

"Tomorrow, I'm going to make him apply for a 'life sentence'."