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

When the battle report marked "Top Secret" was transmitted back to the central command from Geneva in the form of an encrypted telegram, it was already late at night in China.

Inside the red walls, the lights in several offices suddenly shone as brightly as day.

Several top leaders, who were usually unfazed even in the face of a collapsing mountain, fell into a long, deathly silence after reading the brief but weighty telegram.

In the silence, there was shock, disbelief, and even greater excitement after a great weight was lifted off one's shoulders.

An elderly leader, wearing reading glasses, read the telegram again with trembling hands. He took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and muttered to himself, "F-119 technology transfer... tariffs reduced by fifty percent... This... this means we've won?"

It's more than just winning.

This was a complete and glorious victory, worthy of being recorded in history!

In another office, the top leader in charge of the economy slammed his hand on the table, the loud noise startling the guards outside the door.

But he didn't care at all. A long-lost, exhilarating flush rose on his face as he roared at the think tank on the other end of the phone: "Call everyone to a meeting immediately! Right now! Immediately! Based on the new framework coming back from Geneva, all our five-year plans and ten-year plans must be scrapped and rebuilt! No, they must be completely upgraded!"

The entire power center of China was completely ignited in the dead of night by an agreement from a foreign land!

While the central authorities were still digesting the shock of this victory, the capital market, with its keenest sense of smell, had already stirred up a huge wave!

The top floor of the Nangong Group headquarters, the president's office.

Outside the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights shone brilliantly, like a flowing galaxy. Nangong Yao, dressed in a long red dress, held a glass of Bordeaux wine and quietly admired the business empire she had built with her own hands.

"President Nangong!"

The office door was flung open, and her chief assistant, an elite woman who graduated from Wharton Business School, rushed in, panting, her face flushed and excited. She had even lost one of her high heels while running.

"Something...something terrible has happened!" The assistant stammered excitedly, handing over the tablet. "Look! The European futures market! The stocks of several Western giants related to the P-79 strategic mineral...their stocks all crashed a minute ago!"

Nangong Yao's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as she took the tablet.

On the screen, the K-line charts representing the lifeline of Western manufacturing were plummeting at a suicidal, almost vertical angle! The screen was filled with glaring red, as if capital was wailing and weeping blood.

"This..." The assistant's voice trembled. "Our informant on Wall Street just sent word that...that our negotiations with the G7 have achieved a 'disruptive' victory! The details are still top secret, but apparently, we got...we got everything we wanted!"

Nangong Yao looked at the several precipitous curves, but there was no surprise on her face.

Her exquisite red lips slowly curved into a smile that was both breathtakingly beautiful and brimming with boundless pride.

She knew that the man had done it again.

He not only won, but he also crushed those arrogant Western elites under his feet in the most domineering and overwhelming way!

"Pass the word down." Nangong Yao put down her wine glass, her eyes instantly turning sharp as knives. Her aura as a powerful businesswoman was fully unleashed. "Activate 'Poseidon'! Use all reserve funds to short-sell Lockheed, Boeing, and Rheinmetall! Drive them to delist!"

"Huh?!" The assistant was stunned. "President Nangong, this...this is a military-industrial complex, what if..."

"There's no 'what if'," Nangong Yao said decisively. "They're transferring their core engine technology to us. How long do you think their stock price can hold up? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Execute it immediately!"

"yes!"

"Furthermore!" Nangong Yao called out to her assistant, who was about to leave, her eyes gleaming with a cunning, fox-like light. "At the same time, in the A-share market, buy up all the leading companies' stocks related to photovoltaics, new energy vehicles, and high-end textiles with your entire portfolio! Throw in as much money as you have!"

The assistant was completely stunned.

Short Western military industry stocks, go long on Chinese industrial stocks.

This combination of space and quantity is practically using the future national fortunes of the West for the next few decades as fuel to ignite the engine of China's rise!

"Go," Nangong Yao waved her hand. "Tell the traders there's no limit tonight. I'm going to let those hungry wolves on Wall Street taste what it's like to be harvested by us!"

That night was destined to be a sleepless one for global capital markets.

Like a primordial beast awakened from its slumber, the Nangong Group opened its bloody maw and stirred up a bloodbath in the overseas market, raking in an astonishing profit of nearly 100 billion yuan in just a few hours!

Domestically, the very next morning, when the news of the widespread tariff reductions was officially released, the entire business community erupted in jubilation! Countless small and medium-sized business owners watched the news with tears of excitement in their eyes. This meant that their products would flood the global market with unparalleled momentum!

The internet has already exploded with discussion.

Although the official press release did not reveal any details of the negotiations or mention any names, the triumphant and assertive stance conveyed in the words has already sent netizens into a frenzy!

"Holy crap! Guys, did you all see that? Tariffs reduced by 50% across the board! What kind of incredible move is that?"

"I'm completely speechless! Didn't the Americans just yesterday clamoring for sanctions against us? How come they've woken up to find themselves banging their heads against the wall?"

"Don't talk nonsense, the official statement says it was the result of 'friendly negotiation,' lol."

"Hahaha! This 'friendliness' comes at a high price! I'd call it 'physical persuasion'!"

Below the news article, the top-voted comment received a million likes.

"We don't know what happened at the negotiating table, nor do we know who the hero who represented us in the negotiations was. But all I want to say is that in the past we 'used the resources of China to win the favor of other countries,' but now we 'surrender and do not kill, treat prisoners of war well!' This is the demeanor of a great power! This is a true, unyielding diplomat!"

In no time, the phrase "tough-backed diplomat" became the number one trending topic on the entire internet.

Countless netizens spontaneously praised and cheered for this unknown hero, regarding him as the backbone of the country and the pride of the nation.

Unbeknownst to them, the hero they had hailed as a god was currently on his private plane returning to the city, fast asleep after dozens of hours of intense stress.

……

In an inconspicuous courtyard house in the city.

The late autumn sun, filtering through the bare grapevines, lazily spilled onto the stone table in the courtyard.

Old Lin, wearing an old military overcoat and reading glasses, was looking intently at an internal reference document in a brown paper bag, with the four bright red characters "Supreme Reference" printed on the title.

This document is outrageously detailed.

From the moment Liu Ming stepped into the conference room to the last sentence he uttered after putting down his pen, every conversation, every micro-expression, and even Smith's heart rate fluctuations were recorded clearly.

Old Lin read it very slowly and very carefully.

When he saw Liu Ming take out that patent document and turn the tide, the corners of his wrinkled mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

When he read about Liu Ming's three incredibly domineering conditions that silenced the Western delegation, his hand holding the teacup trembled slightly with excitement.

When he saw the final scene, Liu Ming signed his name and said, "The unequal treaty from a hundred years ago is null and void today!"

The old man's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

He slowly closed the document, looked up at the old locust tree in the courtyard that had lost all its leaves, and seemed to see the sorrowful and indignant figures of his predecessors, dressed in long robes and mandarin jackets, who argued vehemently at the Paris Peace Conference but were ruthlessly humiliated.

It was as if he could see himself and Liu Ming's grandfather decades ago, fighting on the icy and snowy battlefields of Korea, using their flesh and blood to fight for dignity for this newly born country.

Scene after scene, event after event: a century of national humiliation, a century of striving forward.

All the humiliation and glory seemed to be condensed into that thin document at this moment.

Old Lin picked up the half-empty bottle of special-supply Moutai on the table, unscrewed the cap without using a cup, and took a big gulp straight from the bottle opening!

The spicy liquor burned down his throat and into his stomach, turning his face red and bringing tears to his eyes.

"happy!"

The old man put down the wine bottle, slammed his scarred hand heavily on the stone table, and let out a deafening roar.

"That was fucking awesome!"