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

Old Lin's tearful question struck the hearts of everyone in the conference room like a red-hot hammer.

Those conservative officials who were just talking about "putting the overall situation first" all lowered their heads, their faces turning pale and then red, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

The old man sitting at the head of the table remained silent for a long time.

He slowly stood up, walked to the side of the somewhat exhausted Old Lin, and personally helped him back into his wheelchair. Then, he turned around, and a resolute flame finally ignited in his usually calm eyes.

"Commander Lin, you're right." His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable, decisive power: "This country was won with lives, not to be traded."

If even thieves like this can be forgiven, then all of us become sinners in history.

He returned to his seat, picked up the red secure phone, and said only one sentence.

"Notify the Discipline Inspection Commission and the Supreme People's Procuratorate to formally initiate an investigation into Comrade Zheng Desheng. Furthermore, please have Comrade Liu Ming attend the next plenary session as the head of the special investigation team to report on the case to all members."

Once the order is given, there is no room for change.

A massive case that was about to be "digested internally" was finally brought to the forefront thanks to Old Master Lin's life-risking support!

……

Three days later, in the Central Auditorium.

An expanded meeting concerning the future political direction of China was secretly convened here.

Liu Ming was dressed in a smart dark Zhongshan suit, without any medals on his chest. His young and stern face appeared unusually composed under the solemn lights of the auditorium.

He stood beneath the enormous national emblem, facing hundreds of committee members who represented the highest power in the country.

Behind him was a huge electronic screen.

"Distinguished leaders and comrades, I stand here today not to accuse any one person of a crime, but to expose a festering wound that has plagued our country's science and technology field for twenty years."

Liu Ming didn't use any sentimental opening remarks. His voice was as calm as a deep pool, yet it carried a power that could penetrate people's hearts.

He pressed the button on the remote control in his hand.

On the screen, an extremely complex, spiderweb-like chart of fund flows instantly appeared.

"This is a financial flow chart that we reconstructed from the core server of the 'Blue Shield Project'." Liu Ming's voice was like a precise scalpel, beginning to dissect this massive, decaying corpse.

"As you can see, starting fifteen years ago, at least 30 percent of every special fund allocated by the national treasury for independent chip research and development has flowed into these shell companies registered in the Cayman Islands through various seemingly legitimate 'technical consulting fees' and 'overseas equipment procurement fees.'"

He paused for a moment, then pointed out one of the companies, "High-Tech Vision".

"Over the past decade, this company has taken more than 80 billion yuan in 'consulting fees' from our country. And its so-called consulting results are just a series of 'feasibility reports' that advocate the 'uselessness of independent research and development' and suggest that we completely introduce outdated Western technologies."

"Of these 80 billion, after circulating overseas, more than 60 billion ultimately flowed into the country in the form of 'political donations' and 'private gifts'..."

"In other words, we've used our own money to fatten our enemies, and then they use that money to create even more legislation to contain us!"

The audience was deathly silent.

Many committee members who were unaware of the inside story already showed expressions of fury on their faces.

Sitting in the dock, Zheng Desheng was still wearing his neat old military uniform. He closed his eyes, his face expressionless, as if everything Liu Ming said had nothing to do with him.

His nonchalant attitude clearly indicated that he was certain Liu Ming only had indirect economic evidence, which was insufficient to convict him outright.

However, Liu Ming's next words caused a crack to appear on his usually placid face for the first time.

"Of course, I know that this economic evidence alone is not enough to explain the whole issue."

Liu Ming sneered and pressed the remote control again.

The fund flow chart on the screen disappeared, replaced by a technically processed, extremely clear audio recording.

The recording contains a conversation between Liang Qunfeng and an American arms dealer.

[Liang Qunfeng: "The boss's side is all sorted out. That hothead Liu Ming can't cause any trouble. When are you going to give us the F-119 engine blueprints you promised? Don't forget, this time we've helped you stifle China's lithography machine project for the next decade!"]

[American arms dealer: "Don't worry, Liang. We'll still give Professor Zheng face. However, you have to do one last thing for us first. We've received intelligence that the 'Dragon Foundation' in China is secretly funding a Chinese scientist named Lister Chen. This person poses a great threat to us and must be made to 'disappear.'"]

The recording stopped abruptly at this point.

The audience erupted in chaos!

"Damn it! This is absolutely outrageous!"

"For money, they'd even betray their own country's scientists! How is that any different from being a traitor?"

Zheng Desheng's body jolted violently! His eyes, which had been tightly closed, finally opened, filled with disbelief and terror! He never imagined that his most trusted subordinate would be recorded!

"This...this is a forgery! It's a slander!" Zheng De-sheng suddenly stood up, pointed at Liu Ming, and roared in a hoarse voice, "This is political persecution! This young man is using any means necessary to frame someone in order to climb the ladder! I demand a voiceprint analysis!"

"No need for further analysis, Mr. Zheng."

Looking at his ugly, furious face, Liu Ming's eyes were filled with contempt.

"Because Comrade Liang Qunfeng had already voluntarily confessed all the issues to the special investigation team three hours ago, and was willing to appear in court to testify."

boom!

These last words were like a heavy hammer, completely shattering Zheng Desheng's psychological defenses!

He staggered back two steps and slumped into a chair, his face, covered in age spots, looking as if he had aged twenty years in an instant.

All his defenses and struggles seemed so pale and ridiculous in the face of these irrefutable facts.

Liu Ming didn't look at him again.

He turned around, faced the hundreds of solemn committee members below the stage, and delivered his final speech in an almost oath-like, extremely solemn tone.

"Distinguished leaders, comrades. Today, we are not merely judging a traitor named Zheng Desheng."

"What we are judging is that deeply ingrained, servile mentality of 'buying is worse than making'!"

"We are judging a comprador class that is willing to sell out the future of the country for personal gain!"

"What we are judging is the old-fashioned privilege that is already rotten to the core, yet still attempts to use 'merit' to hold the country and the people hostage!"

"Without solving this case, the nation will never have peace! Without stopping this trend, there will be no hope for science and technology!"

After Liu Ming finished speaking, she bowed deeply to the audience.

The entire central auditorium fell into a long, deathly silence.

All eyes were focused on the old man who was slumped in the dock, completely devoid of energy.

The moment of verdict arrived.