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

Geneva, Switzerland.

Outside the venue of the Global Semiconductor Technology Conference, luxury cars lined the streets, and elegantly dressed figures mingled. The world's top technology giants and financial oligarchs gathered here, sipping champagne and chatting animatedly, as if attending a grand feast to divide the world.

"Mr. Liang, you've done us a great service this time!" A Chinese businessman with a beer belly, holding a wine glass, approached Liang Qunfeng with a fawning expression. "If it weren't for your efforts in turning the tide internally and suppressing that hothead Liu Ming's 'self-developed plan,' we who do 'technology import' business would all be starving."

Liang Qunfeng was dressed in an elegant Tang suit, twirling two glossy walnuts in his hands. He squinted, enjoying the flattery from the crowd, a deep, unfathomable smile on his face.

"Young people have energy, which is a good thing, but if they don't know how to assess the situation, they will never amount to much." He said with feigned profundity, "China's science and technology cannot be separated from international cooperation. This old man of mine is just doing my last bit of effort for the country's opening up."

"Well said! Old Liang is a man of noble character!"

"Come on, let's all raise a glass to Elder Liang! Wishing our 'Blue Shield Project' a resounding success today!"

A group of people raised their glasses, and the air was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

According to their script, this afternoon, the Chinese delegation will formally announce at the meeting that it will abandon independent research and development and release a list of overseas technology procurement worth hundreds of billions of yuan.

These compradors, who had already monopolized these technology agency rights through various shell companies, would make a fortune from this feast.

Meanwhile, the Chinese A-share market...

Less than half an hour after the market opened, the semiconductor sector was once again in a bloodbath. Countless retail investors and small institutions frantically sold off in desperation, driving the prices of those technology stocks that once represented the nation's hope to rock bottom.

"Throw! Throw it away regardless of cost!"

"If we don't run now, it'll be too late! Once the news comes from Geneva this afternoon, these stocks will be worthless!"

"Liu Ming has ruined the country! Liu Ming has ruined the country!"

Amidst this widespread devastation, a mysterious and terrifyingly large flow of funds, like a giant shark in the deep sea, silently opened its jaws and swallowed up all the cheaply sold shares.

Nangong Group, top-floor trading room.

Nangong Yao, dressed in a sharp white suit, personally oversaw the operation. She stared at the rapidly plummeting candlestick charts on the screen, her eyes devoid of pity, only displaying a hunter's calm.

"Sister Yao, it's almost hit the daily limit down, should we still buy?" A young trader's voice was trembling.

"Hiss!" Nangong Yao parted her red lips slightly, uttering a cold word, "Pour all our working capital into it! Whatever they dare to sell, I dare to buy!"

……

Geneva time, 2 p.m.

The press conference has officially begun.

Media reporters from all over the world pointed their cameras and microphones at the podium. They were all waiting, waiting for that Eastern giant to bow his once proud head under the iron fist of technological hegemony.

However, when the curtain rose, the person who walked onto the stage was not the dejected Chinese business representative they had expected.

Instead, he was a young man dressed in a black suit, with a straight posture and sharp, eagle-like eyes.

Liu Ming!

The moment they saw him appear, the smiles on the faces of the comprador group led by Liang Qunfeng in the audience froze instantly!

A strong sense of unease, like a venomous snake, suddenly coiled around their hearts!

Good afternoon, distinguished guests and friends from the media.

Liu Ming didn't look at the manuscript; he just stood there calmly, his imposing aura enough to make the hundreds of people in the audience feel suffocated.

"I know that everyone is here today to hear an answer."

"I want to know what choices China will make when faced with an unprecedented technological blockade."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the faces below the stage—some gloating, some sympathetic, some nervous—and a slowly, extremely amusing smile curved his lips.

"Now, I'll tell you the answer."

He didn't say anything unnecessary, he just snapped his fingers lightly.

The huge LED screen behind him lit up instantly.

There was no complicated data, no lengthy reports, just an extremely high-definition video with an industrial punk vibe.

In the video, a massive machine brimming with futuristic technology is slowly operating. Brilliant beams of extreme ultraviolet light, like a divine miracle, are sculpting wonders of human civilization onto a small silicon wafer.

At the end of the video, a striking line of large characters written in both Chinese and English slowly appeared.

[Loongson-1: Fully Independent Intellectual Property Rights - 3nm EUV Lithography Machine]

boom!!!

After a deathly silence of ten seconds, the entire press conference erupted as if an atomic bomb had been dropped on it!

"My God! Am I seeing things? 3 nanometers?"

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! This is CG! It's animation effects made by Chinese people!"

"Completely independent intellectual property rights? How did they bypass those tens of thousands of technology patent barriers?"

Flashbulbs went off like a storm, and all the reporters went crazy, pushing and shoving to get their microphones to the man who had performed the miracle.

And in a corner of the venue.

Liang Qunfeng stared blankly at the machine on the screen, the machine he had dreamed of nipping in the bud. The walnuts he was playing with fell to the ground with a "thud" and shattered into pieces.

His face, covered in age spots, lost all color in an instant, becoming paler than a dead man.

It’s over.

It's all over.

He knew that from the moment this machine lit up, he and the vast comprador empire behind him had been sentenced to death!

Meanwhile, the Chinese stock market staged a stunning reversal that will be recorded in financial history!

When the video of the press conference was transmitted back to China via live broadcast, the semiconductor sector, which had already hit its daily limit down, was instantly flooded with a tsunami of buying!

All the tech stocks went from limit down to limit up in less than three seconds!

Those retail investors who had just sold at a loss in despair had no time to grieve before they stared dumbfounded at the giant red pillar that rose from the ground on the screen, a pillar full of violent aesthetics, and then let out heart-wrenching howls.

"Holy crap! My stocks! My Sunway Technology!"

"It hit the daily limit! It hit the daily limit! I just sold and it hit the daily limit! Minister Liu! You're like my own father! I shouldn't have scolded you!"

Meanwhile, the comprador groups that had just frantically sold off domestic stocks at high prices in preparation for buying up foreign capital at rock-bottom prices were completely dumbfounded.

They invested hundreds of billions of dollars to short their own country, only to be pinned to the daily limit down by this unexpected stabilizing force!

Margin call!

Forced draw!

Lose all your money!

In that secluded manor on the outskirts of the Forbidden City, the celebration that was bustling with activity yesterday has now turned into a scene of carnage and wailing.

"It's over! Our money! It's all gone!"

"Quickly! Tear up those foreign agency contracts! Otherwise, we'll be committing treason!"

"Run! Run! It'll be too late if we don't run now!"

However, it was too late.

At the same time the stock market reversed course, a joint task force composed of national security, economic investigation, and discipline inspection officials appeared out of nowhere and sealed off all companies and residences related to "Project Blue Shield".

An unprecedented anti-corruption storm in the financial sector has officially begun!

Geneva, at the press conference.

Looking at the panicked, bewildered compradors below the stage, who resembled stray dogs, Liu Ming revealed an extremely cold smile.

He picked up the glass of water that had been prepared on the table and gently raised it towards the audience.

"This toast is for you."

After saying that, he slowly poured the glass of water onto the ground.

Nangong Group, Trading Room.

Looking at the accounts on the screen that were locked up and represented the comprador group, Nangong Yao parted her red lips and uttered two words.

"Close the net."

In the quiet office of the National Development and Reform Commission.

Ghost Hand placed a list filled with the codes of stocks that had hit their daily limit down on Liu Ming's desk.

Liu Ming glanced at it, a chilling smile curving his lips.

"It's time to close the net."