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

In the Shanghai Municipal Party Committee compound, the new Party Secretary's "three fires" burned more fiercely than anyone had anticipated.

On the third day after Liu Ming took office, an official document entitled "Shanghai's Five-Year Plan for the Development of Affordable Housing and Housing Projects" was directly distributed to the desks of major real estate companies.

The document requires all developers who acquire new land in Shanghai to unconditionally build 30% of affordable housing, which will be handed over to the government for unified allocation at cost price.

This is tantamount to cutting a piece of fat off the bodies of Shanghai's real estate oligarchs.

Dingsheng Group Headquarters, Chairman's Office.

Wang Haiba slammed the official document onto the leather sofa, his muscular face trembling violently with rage. "Thirty percent?! Does this Liu guy think I'm doing charity?! I paid real money for this prime land, why should it be used to build cheap housing for those poor bastards?!"

"Chairman Wang, please calm down." A legal manager in a suit wiped away cold sweat and said cautiously, "Secretary Liu's document was approved at the Municipal Party Committee Standing Committee meeting. If we openly resist it, I'm afraid..."

"What the hell does the Standing Committee's approval mean!" Wang Haiba abruptly stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at his steel and concrete empire. "In Haishi, half of the Standing Committee members have to come to my house to pay New Year's visits! What does Liu Ming, this greenhorn from out of town, know about Haishi's economy!"

Wang Haiba's confidence stems from his unfathomable political and business background. He has been operating in Haishi for thirty years, and his roots have long been deeply embedded in the city's soil.

He picked up the encrypted phone on the table and dialed a familiar number.

"Mayor Zhao, I've read the document on affordable housing. This is impossible. Dingsheng's profit margins are already thin; if we add another 30%, the company's cash flow will be cut off."

"I'm afraid I'll have to halt those key projects under construction for now. If tens of thousands of migrant workers don't get their wages and protest at the municipal government, I won't be able to stop them." Wang Haiba's tone seemed like a complaint, but it actually contained a hidden threat.

On the other end of the phone, Zhao Dehan's voice remained calm and steady, yet it carried a hint of cunning.

"Old Wang, Secretary Liu is a new official, he needs to achieve some results. Don't be too confrontational for now."

Documents are documents, and execution is execution. Your projects will continue to be built as planned. We'll refine the affordable housing allocation ratio later in the detailed regulations. No matter how capable Liu Ming is, can he personally go to the construction site and measure every single brick?

"Understood, Mayor Zhao. With your assurance, I've got him cornered!"

After hanging up the phone, Wang Haiba let out a cold laugh.

"Pass the word: treat that affordable housing plan as a piece of waste paper. Also, expedite the pre-sale permit for that prime piece of land in the eastern suburbs and launch it tonight! Get the funds back as quickly as possible!"

However, Wang Haiba was unaware that his seemingly flawless phone call, and even every cold laugh he uttered in his office, had reached Liu Ming's ears without missing a single word.

Office of the Municipal Party Committee Secretary.

Liu Ming sat behind her desk, listening to the recording coming from the encrypted computer, the corner of her mouth growing colder and colder.

"Boss, this old bastard's pretty arrogant." Tank stood to the side, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists. "Not only is he defying orders, but he's also trying to threaten us with the migrant workers' riot. Should I take the brothers on a 'visit' to Dingsheng Group?"

"We don't need to go."

Liu Ming closed his laptop, picked up his teacup, and took a small sip. "The best way to deal with this kind of businessman who recklessly tests the limits of the rules is to crush him completely with the rules."

He turned his head and looked at Ghost Hand, who was sitting on the sofa, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

"Ghost Hand, did you find what I asked for?"

"Boss, investigating these people is an insult to my skills." Ghost Hand pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, and a series of densely packed data tables popped up on the screen. "Over the past five years, Dingsheng Group has used more than 30 shell companies set up overseas to inflate costs and transfer profits. The amount of corporate income tax and land appreciation tax evaded alone is as high as 30 billion."

"Not only that." Ghost Hand pressed Enter, bringing up an encrypted land transfer contract. "That so-called 'land king' in the eastern suburbs didn't even go through the proper bidding process."

Zhao Dehan used a shady "targeted transfer agreement" to sell the land to Wang Haiba at half the market price. Moreover, the land was originally planned as an urban green park, but they forcibly converted it into high-end commercial and residential properties.

"30 billion yuan in tax evasion, plus illegal land acquisition through backroom deals."

Liu Ming put down his teacup, stood up, and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window. Outside, the city remained bustling and vibrant, but he knew that this storm was about to upend the city.

"This generous gift is enough to send Wang Haiba to work as a sewing machine for the rest of his life."

Liu Ming turned around, her eyes sharp as knives.

"Notify the Secretary of the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection and Director Lei of the Public Security Bureau to come to my office for a meeting immediately."

He paused, his tone chilling.

"Operation Thunder, begins tonight."

As night fell, the sales center of "Peninsula Mansion," a property under the Dingsheng Group, was brightly lit.

A grand VIP pre-sale event is underway here. Hundreds of wealthy individuals and real estate speculators are waving checks, frantically snapping up high-end properties on this green space that originally belonged to all citizens.

Wang Haiba, holding a glass of champagne, stood in the VIP room on the second floor, looking down at the frenzied crowd below, his face beaming with smug satisfaction.

"Chairman Wang, less than an hour after the opening, we've already raised 3 billion yuan!" The sales director excitedly ran over to report.

"This is nothing," Wang Haiba chuckled dismissively. "Tell them, in the second half, the price will go up another five thousand per square meter! This is Shanghai; as long as there's land, money flows into my pockets like it has legs. That guy surnamed Liu still wants me to build low-rent housing? Keep dreaming!"

Just as Wang Haiba was getting carried away with his triumph.

"Bang!"

The heavy door to the VIP room was kicked open violently!

Before Wang Haiba could react, several blinding flashlight beams shone directly into his face, making it impossible for him to open his eyes.

"Don't move! Police!"

With a stern shout, more than a dozen heavily armed special police officers rushed in like wolves and tigers, instantly taking control of the entire room.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy! Do you know who I am?!" Wang Haiba roared in terror, smashing the champagne glass in his hand on the ground.

"Wang Haiba".

A cool and authoritative voice came from behind the special police.

Lei Tie, the director of the Hai City Public Security Bureau, was a trusted and ruthless lieutenant whom Liu Ming had promoted from Qingyun County. Dressed in a crisp police uniform, he held an arrest warrant stamped with a bright red seal and strode up to Wang Haiba.

"You are suspected of multiple crimes, including massive tax evasion and illegal occupation of state-owned land. We are now placing you under criminal detention in accordance with the law. Simultaneously, all assets under the name of Dingsheng Group are immediately seized!"

"You...you're talking nonsense!" Although Wang Haiba's legs were weak with fear, he still tried to argue, "I'm a meritorious entrepreneur in the city! This is slander! I'm going to call Mayor Zhao! I want to see your Secretary Liu!"

"Mayor Zhao is probably too busy to answer your call right now."

Lei Tie sneered and slapped the arrest warrant directly onto Wang Haiba's chest.

"As for Secretary Liu, he said that a parasite like you, who sucks the blood and sweat of ordinary people, is not worthy to see him."

"take away!"

Two special police officers stepped forward and swiftly and decisively put cold handcuffs on this once arrogant Shanghai real estate tycoon.

The sales hall downstairs was in complete chaos.

A large number of economic crime police stormed in and seized all the ledgers and computers. The wealthy people who had been frantically buying up properties were now scattering like headless flies.

In just one night.

The largest real estate tycoon in Shanghai, Dingsheng Group, collapsed!

The next morning, the news swept through the entire official and business circles of Shanghai like a Category 12 typhoon!

Everyone was stunned by Liu Ming's thunderous and overwhelming methods.

There was no compromise, no negotiation, and not even any prior notice. They directly deployed Chief Lei's trusted police force, bypassing the city's intricate network of connections, and delivered a fatal blow!

Outside Liu Ming's office in the municipal party committee compound.

The corridor was quiet; even the staff who usually served tea and water walked quietly.

Wang Haiba's wife, the usually domineering socialite in Shanghai's high society, was now kneeling outside Liu Ming's office door, her hair disheveled and her makeup smudged. She clutched a bank card tightly in her hand—a huge sum of "earnest money" she had scraped together overnight.

"Secretary Liu! Please see me! Old Wang was just confused for a moment! We'll build the affordable housing! We'll build 50% of it! No, we'll build it all! Please, have mercy and let him off the hook!"

The wealthy woman cried her heart out, repeatedly kowtowing until her forehead bled on the hard marble floor.

However, the heavy mahogany door remained tightly closed.

Inside the door, Liu Ming was sitting at her desk, calmly reviewing Haishi's industrial transformation plan.

He didn't even lift his eyelids when he heard the pitiful pleas for mercy outside the door.

"If only I had known then what I know now."

Liu Ming picked up the teacup, gently blew on the floating tea leaves, and looked cold.

"The sky over Mirage should have been washed a long time ago."