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

I rested for a whole week in that secluded sanatorium in the Xishan Military Region.

This week, Liu Ming didn't answer any phone calls. He didn't look at any documents. He was just like a normal person, spending his days playing chess with Old Lin, or sitting under the grape trellis in the courtyard, gazing at the autumn leaves in a daze.

The wounds on my body have scabbed over.

The raging beast in his heart, which had just drunk blood on the battlefield, was gradually locked back in its cage.

On the morning of the eighth day.

Liu Ming changed into a well-tailored dark suit.

Gone was the grimness of camouflage, gone was the wildness of tactical vests. He stood before the mirror, his long, slender fingers expertly tying his tie. Looking at the handsome man with deep eyes reflected in the mirror, a slight smile played on his lips.

the holiday is over.

It's time to return to the imperial court.

……

High-Tech Industry Department, National Development and Reform Commission.

At 8:30 in the morning, the corridor was quiet.

At this time of year, the staff from various departments would either be exchanging the latest gossip in the break room or chatting with each other over cups in the corridor. But today, all the doors were closed, and everyone sat upright in front of their computers, keeping even the sound of typing as low as possible.

Because they knew that the man had returned today, "cured" of his illness.

"bite."

The elevator doors opened on the top floor.

Liu Ming, carrying her briefcase, stepped out of the elevator.

Good morning, Director.

Chen Momo, who had been waiting at the door, quickly came to greet her.

She looked at Liu Ming in front of her and suddenly paused.

That means we haven't seen each other for a week.

But Chen Momo felt that her boss seemed to have changed.

The Liu Ming of the past, though usually smiling, possessed a sharpness and ruthlessness that emanated from her very bones, like a knife without a sheath, piercing anyone who looked at her. That arrogance, capable of overturning the table at any moment, kept the entire High-Tech Department in a state of constant, high-pressure fear.

But now.

That menacing aura had vanished.

Instead, there was a profound and serene stillness, like a deep abyss or a vast ocean. He was like a silent mountain, unassuming yet possessing an unshakeable weight that compels one to submit.

Wash away the superficiality.

Returning to simplicity.

These two words instantly popped into Chen Momo's mind.

Looking into Liu Ming's deep, starry eyes, her heart skipped a beat. She suddenly felt that the current Director Liu was even more terrifying, and also... more captivating, than the former "Number One Ruthless Man of Ningzhou."

"Good morning. Has anything urgent come up in the department lately?"

Liu Ming's voice was calm, lacking the usual urgency and decisiveness.

"Reporting to the Director." Chen Momo snapped out of her reverie and quickly flipped through the memo in her hand. "Deputy Director Zhao Ruihu... has been formally arrested. Several of his division chiefs are also under investigation by the disciplinary committee. There's some instability within the department right now."

"Yes. As expected."

As Liu Ming walked towards the office, she casually remarked, "Let me tell you all, the sky isn't falling. As long as you're clean, just do what you're supposed to do. The High-Tech Division isn't anyone's private domain; it's the nation's purse. Anyone who feels wronged can hand in their resignation anytime."

Liu Ming pushed open the office door.

The office that Zhao Ruihu had once made a mess of has now been cleaned spotlessly.

He walked behind the large desk and sat down, leaning comfortably against the leather chair back.

"Is there anything else?"

"And then there's..." Chen Momo took a deep breath, his expression becoming extremely solemn, "Regarding the export quota issue for 'superconducting rare earth elements,' a joint negotiating delegation composed of several major Western powers arrived at the ministry's No. 1 conference room at 9:00 AM this morning. The ministry leadership has instructed that you personally lead this negotiation."

When these "international friends" were mentioned, a hint of undisguised disgust flashed in Chen Momo's eyes.

These are the people who pulled the strings behind the scenes, almost causing the death of one of our country's top scientists. Now that their conspiracy has been exposed, they actually have the nerve to sit at the negotiating table and demand a share?

That's absolutely shameless!

"They arrived quite quickly."

Liu Ming wasn't angry at all; instead, she chuckled softly.

He knows all too well the true colors of these Western capitalist politicians. In the law of the jungle, when assassination and sabotage don't work, they put on a gentleman's mask, using so-called "international rules" and "contractual spirit" to plunder you in another form.

"Director, the leaders of the Commission are also a bit worried." Chen lowered his voice. "I heard that the person leading the other side this time is that 'negotiation expert' known for being difficult and tough, Smith."

They also hold patents for several high-end lithography machine lenses that we desperately need. Venezuela's intention is to handle this as cautiously as possible, without crossing any red lines. After all, given the current international environment…

compromise?

Liu Ming's gaze gradually turned cold.

He thought of the blood-stained soil in Death Valley, and of the scientists who almost lost their lives because of the greed of these foreign devils.

Using the blood of the Chinese people to exchange for their "charity"?

"Should we handle this carefully?"

Liu Ming's slender fingers tapped lightly on the mahogany table.

"MoMo, you're still too young. Do you think that by taking a step back, they'll find a better future?"

"No."

"In the eyes of those robbers, your concession will only make them think you are easy to bully, and will only make them tear your flesh and blood even more fiercely."

Liu Ming stood up and straightened the hem of his suit jacket. His unwavering, dignified demeanor, honed on the battlefield, was on full display at this moment.

He walked to his desk and opened the thick, all-English "International Trade Negotiation Files".

"In the past, we had a weak foundation, and in order to develop, we could only swallow our pride and endure their mistreatment."

"But now."

Liu Ming slammed the case file shut, a cold, extremely confident smile playing on her lips.

"Our trump card has changed."

"Go to Conference Room One."

Liu Ming strode towards the door, his eyes burning with a sharpness that could chill the entire Western negotiating team.

"Those foreign devils were playing dirty tricks behind my back; I haven't settled that score with them yet."

"Since they've come to us of their own accord today."

"Then we should settle this... financial score with them."