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

When Liu Ming set foot on the soil of Beijing again, he carried only an extremely ordinary black backpack.

Inside the backpack were no changes of clothes, no documents, only a thin black card with intricate anti-counterfeiting features, issued by the highest board of directors of UBS.

This card has no spending limit.

Because it represents a huge fortune, enough to buy a medium-sized European country, a fortune that defies human imagination.

Back in the courtyard house, Liu Ming didn't disturb anyone. He sat alone in his study all night until the sky outside the window began to lighten.

The next morning, he dialed Nangong Yao's number.

"Where are you?" His voice was hoarse from staying up all night.

"Nonsense, of course I'm making money for you at the company, my dear Minister Liu." Nangong Yao's familiar voice, languid yet teasing, came from the other end of the phone. "What, did the sun rise in the west? You actually called me on your own initiative?"

"Come with me." Liu Ming's tone left no room for argument. "Bring your most trusted international legal and financial team. Remember, your most trusted team."

Nangong Yao was taken aback. She sensed something unusual in Liu Ming's unusually serious tone.

"What happened?"

"We'll talk about it when we get here."

Half an hour later, Nangong Yao's flamboyant red Ferrari pulled up at the alley entrance. She led two sharp-looking men and women, clearly exceptional individuals, into Liu Ming's courtyard house.

In the study, Liu Ming had already brewed tea.

"What's going on? Why are you being so mysterious?" Nangong Yao crossed her legs and looked at Liu Ming's slightly tired face.

Liu Ming didn't say anything, but gently pushed the black card to the center of the table.

Nangong Yao's CFO, a middle-aged man who graduated from Harvard, only glanced at the material and logo of the card and his pupils suddenly contracted!

"This is... UBS's 'Infinite' Black Card?" he exclaimed in shock, his voice trembling. "Legend has it that no more than ten were ever issued worldwide, and only the most elite families of the Old World are qualified to possess it!"

Nangong Yao's expression instantly turned serious. She picked up the card, feeling a unique, warm, and smooth texture on her fingertips.

"Liu Ming, where did you get this?"

Liu Ming did not answer, but instead gestured to his assistant to turn on the highest-security video communication equipment in the study.

After a series of complex key verifications, an elderly Swiss man with neatly combed hair and wearing gold-rimmed glasses appeared on the screen.

"Good day, Mr. Liu. I am Hans Gerber, CEO of UBS Global Private Wealth." The old man's English was heavily accented with German, but his attitude was extremely respectful.

"Mr. Hans, I need to confirm the current total amount of the trust fund left by my mother, Ms. Su Wan," Liu Ming said bluntly.

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."

Hans tapped a few keys on the keyboard, and then a complex expression of awe and shock appeared on his face. He adjusted his glasses and, in an almost dreamlike tone, recited a string of numbers long enough to make any of the world's richest men faint on the spot.

"As of today's market close, the total market value of the assets held by Ms. Su Wan's 'Phoenix Trust Fund,' including equities, bonds, precious metals, and artworks, is approximately..."

He paused, then took a deep breath.

"312 billion... euros."

"puff--"

Nangong Yao's CFO, a Harvard elite who had seen it all, spat out the tea he had just taken a sip of, spilling it all over his expensive suit.

The female legal officer beside him was completely petrified, and the notebook in her hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

Three hundred billion!

Still the Euro!

What does this mean? It's equivalent to adding up the market capitalization of all listed companies in the entire Chinese stock market, and then multiplying it several times over! This amount of money is more than enough to buy a small country, let alone start a small- to medium-sized war!

Even Nangong Yao, a business tycoon who had long regarded money as dirt, felt as if her heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, making it difficult to breathe. Her beautiful eyes were filled with disbelief and shock.

She knew that Liu Ming's mother came from an extraordinary background, but she never imagined that she was extraordinary to this extent!

The person who started all of this, Liu Ming, simply nodded calmly, as if what she heard was not an astronomical figure, but just today's weather forecast.

"Mr. Hans, as the sole heir to the foundation, I hereby authorize you to do one thing."

"Sir, please give your instructions."

"I demand that this entire fund be liquidated, converted into RMB, and then transferred anonymously to a designated account." Liu Ming recited a string of bank account numbers that even Nangong Yao found unfamiliar.

Hans on the other end of the video was stunned; he even thought he had misheard.

"Complete...liquidation?" he repeated with difficulty. "Sir, are you sure? Liquidating such a massive amount of assets would trigger severe turmoil in global financial markets, and...you would lose at least a ten percent premium!"

"I'm sure." Liu Ming's tone was without the slightest hesitation.

"Then... what is that designated account?"

"China's National Science and Technology Strategic Reserve Fund Account"

This time, even Hans on the other end of the video call fell silent. He looked at the calm-looking Eastern man on the screen, his eyes filled with extreme confusion and bewilderment.

After the communication ended, a long, deathly silence fell over the study.

Nangong Yao's two top advisors were completely out of their minds at this moment. They felt that their wealth philosophy, which they had built up over the decades, had been utterly crushed today.

"Liu Ming, are you crazy?"

Nangong Yao finally couldn't help but speak, her voice trembling slightly, not because of the money, but because of Liu Ming's extremely crazy decision.

"Do you know what this money means? With it, you can even build your own business empire, free from the control of any country! You can become the most powerful person in the world!"

"I know," Liu Ming looked at her, her eyes as clear as ever, "but that's not what I want."

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the old locust tree swaying in the autumn wind in the yard.

"Yaoyao, as for me, enough money is enough. Over the years, I've seen too many people turn against each other and betray their country for it." His voice was soft, but it carried a sense of world-weariness.

"I don't think my mother left this money so that I could become a rich man."

"This money doesn't belong to Liu. It should belong to 'Hua' (China). The country is at a critical juncture right now. Lithography machines, aero engines, biopharmaceuticals... we have so many technologies that are currently being held hostage by others that we need to overcome. These all require money, massive amounts of money to invest."

Nangong Yao watched Liu Ming's retreating figure quietly, her eyes gradually reddening.

She knew it.

She knew this man would make this choice.

In this world, only he would treat this immense wealth, enough to rival a nation's, as a stepping stone to pave the way for the country, and then throw it away without hesitation.

"I understand." Nangong Yao sniffed, and her face once again blossomed into that familiar, bright and charming smile. "Okay, let's donate! Let's donate together! Consider it my contribution to the country on behalf of Auntie! I'll handle the specific procedures, making sure it's done flawlessly, and no one will be able to trace it back to you!"

……

Three days later, in the office.

The leader, an elderly man whose temples were already gray from a lifetime of hard work for the country, was holding a red secret report marked "extremely urgent" that had just been handed to him by the Ministry of Finance.

His hands were trembling slightly.

"Xiao Li, confirm this number with me again, is it correct? It's not 30 billion, it's 300 billion... euros?" The leader's voice was filled with extreme, unbelievable shock.

The Finance Minister, standing opposite him, was also flushed and excitedly reported, "Reporting to the leader! It's absolutely true! The money has been transferred to our strategic reserve account in batches through hundreds of overseas accounts! The message from UBS is that the donor has only one request: anonymity, and the funds must be specifically used to overcome cutting-edge 'bottleneck' technologies!"

The leader slowly put down the confidential report, closed his eyes, and let out a long sigh of relief.

This money is a lifesaver for China right now!

"Have you found out who it is?"

"We can't find anything." The finance minister shook his head. "Their methods are too sophisticated; all leads have been lost overseas. All we know is that this is an overseas Chinese person with a deep love for their homeland..."

"No, not overseas Chinese."

The leader suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze seemingly piercing through time and space, landing on the young figure who was currently in the National Development and Reform Commission's office, engrossed in reviewing the budget report for the lithography machine project.

He stood up, walked to his desk, and picked up the red secure telephone.

"Connect me to the National Development and Reform Commission, Comrade Liu Ming."

The call was connected.

The leader didn't ask any questions about money; he simply spoke softly in an extremely gentle yet deeply emotional tone.

"Little Liu, are you free? Come over here. I just received a new batch of West Lake Longjing tea. Come over and have a cup of tea with this old man."

Half an hour later, Liu Ming walked into the office at the core of the Republic's power.

The leader didn't say anything, but personally brewed him a steaming cup of tea, and then extended his old but strong hand to firmly grasp Liu Ming's hand.

The old man's eyes were a little moist.

Looking at the young man with clear eyes and an upright posture, he seemed to see the brightest future of this country.

"You are truly a peerless national hero!"