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

Three o'clock in the morning, in a secluded safe house in the suburbs.

The continuous autumn rain pounded against the windowpane, making a crackling sound, but the air inside was so heavy it felt like it was about to freeze. Only the rapid, torrential tapping of the keyboard echoed in the empty room.

Liu Ming leaned back on the somewhat worn leather sofa, pinching his brow tightly with two fingers. During the day in the conference room, Liang Qunfeng's hypocritical demeanor was like a bloody thorn stuck in his throat—impossible to pull out, impossible to swallow.

"check."

Liu Ming suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze as cold as a knife, staring intently at the thin young man sitting in front of the computer frantically typing.

"A cunning old fox like Liang Qunfeng wouldn't jump out and be the first to speak out for no reason. His strong advocacy of the comprador route definitely has a bottomless chain of vested interests behind him. A devil."

Ghost Hand pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, his eyes flashing with the obsession and fanaticism unique to hackers.

"Boss, this old fox has been in this business his whole life, and he's certainly clean. But I went around instigating several offshore financial centers in the Cayman Islands and, through a few shell companies under his distant nephew's name, caught a few fat 'rats'."

With a sharp snap, the ghostly hand slammed down the Enter key.

A complex web of relationships suddenly popped up on the huge electronic screen, the dense lines resembling a spider web soaked in venom, a truly shocking sight.

"Look here." Ghost Hand pointed to the most critical nodes, his voice filled with barely suppressed anger. "Over the past five years, in order to break through the blockade, the country has allocated a total of four rounds of special funding of hundreds of billions of yuan for chip development. But before each funding was allocated, several mysterious overseas 'technology consulting companies' would make arrangements in advance."

Through the network of contacts left behind by Liang Qunfeng, they precisely cut off the funding chain of our top laboratory under the pretext of "unsatisfactory technical evaluation" or "bleak market prospects!"

Tank, standing to the side, suddenly widened his eyes, his fists clenching so tightly they cracked: "These sons of bitches are choking our own people, preventing them from breathing!"

"Strangling is just the first step," Liu Ming sneered, her eyes filled with chilling coldness. "They'll strangle their own child so they can openly buy other people's trash, right?"

"The boss is absolutely right!" Ghost Hand gritted his teeth, pulled up several top-secret contracts written entirely in English, and slammed them onto the screen. "As soon as the lab shuts down, these comprador companies will immediately jump out and act as the 'saviors' of the industry."

They import outdated production lines with technological backdoors that are about to be phased out, and then force them onto our high-tech enterprises at three or even five times the price!

Ghost Hand became more and more agitated as he spoke, his voice cracking and his eyes turning red.

Upon hearing this, Liu Ming's face turned ashen.

No wonder! No wonder the semiconductor industry, which started relatively early, has struggled for the past twenty years, constantly facing bottlenecks and unable to even manufacture a decent lithography machine!

It turns out there's a huge and vicious comprador interest group, clinging to the arteries like leeches. They wear the finest suits, spouting righteousness and morality under the spotlight, emphasizing the greater good, but behind the scenes they're engaged in shameless espionage!

"Where did this blood-stained money ultimately go?" Liu Ming's voice was terrifyingly low, like a lone wolf about to go berserk.

Ghost Hand wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his expression becoming more solemn and fearful than ever before.

"That's the scariest part. All the illicit money is laundered a dozen times overseas before finally ending up in a super-anonymous fund codenamed 'The Abyss.' I just tried to hack into the fund's underlying firewall, and guess what?"

"This firewall uses top-of-the-line custom defense from Wall Street. If I hadn't used Dragontooth's top-tier jump server and retreated quickly, those mercenaries overseas who are willing to risk their lives for money would already be sneaking up on my door via the internet."

Liu Ming suddenly stood up, staring intently at the blurry emblem on the screen.

In that instant, Liu Ming gasped, feeling a bone-chilling cold rush up her spine to the top of her head!

He recognized the emblem.

Who is Liang Qunfeng? At best, he's just a watchdog barking wildly in front! The ultimate boss of this massive comprador group is actually a reclusive tycoon who is famous throughout the world and regarded by countless people as a benchmark for entrepreneurs!

The room was deathly silent, with only the sound of rain outside the window growing increasingly violent.

"Boss..." Tank looked at Liu Ming's deathly pale face, his Adam's apple bobbing, and asked cautiously, "This...this tiger is not only fat, but it's also worshipped as a living Buddha among the common people..."

Liu Ming gritted his teeth, the shock in his eyes receding like a tide, replaced by a frenzied killing intent capable of incinerating everything. He grabbed the car keys from the table and strode towards the door.

"A ghost in human skin is still a ghost! I'm not only going to investigate, I'm going to tear off that hypocritical Buddha mask!"