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

Time is a torment for the mediocre, but for those who create history, it is like a chisel that carves miracles.

In the blink of an eye, several years have passed.

Liu Ming's term in Shanghai is about to come to a successful conclusion.

Over the years, Shanghai has transformed from a behemoth leeched by comprador capital and local real estate oligarchs. Under Liu Ming's almost ruthless "restructuring and upgrading" policy, it has undergone a phoenix-like rebirth, akin to scraping away the bone to remove poison.

The once ubiquitous luxury residential complexes have been replaced by quantum computing centers and biopharmaceutical laboratories, representing the pinnacle of human technological achievement.

Those like Zhao Dehan who once amassed fortunes by reselling permits and speculating on land are now either working on sewing machines in Qincheng Prison or eking out a living overseas. In their place, countless top scientists and Silicon Valley geeks are flocking in from all over the world.

This is an answer sheet that is enough to amaze the entire world!

In the golden autumn of October, Haishi welcomed an unprecedented event—the G20 International Economic and Technological Summit.

This marks the first time the summit has been held in a non-capital city. However, no country raised any objections, because everyone understands that Shanghai is now the beating heart of the global economy.

The main venue for the summit is the "Crown of the East" International Conference Center.

Outside the airport, hundreds of state leaders' private planes filled the parking lot. Armored convoys stretched for miles, with security at an unprecedented level.

Inside, a massive crystal chandelier cast a dazzling light, illuminating the faces that frequently graced the front pages of international news. The US President, the President of the European Commission, the King of Russia… these tycoons, who control more than half of the world's wealth and power, sat upright, awaiting the arrival of the main figures of this grand event.

"To be honest, I still can't believe that this city was almost paralyzed five years ago due to the withdrawal of foreign investment." The British Prime Minister lowered his voice and sighed to the French President beside him, "Their current rate of technological conversion is terrifying, it's practically a black hole."

"It's not just about technology." The French president looked at the podium with a serious expression. "Their offshore financial center officially surpassed Wall Street in trading volume last month. We're now on their turf, and we have to learn to read their expressions."

Just then, the melodious symphony music in the venue slowly came to a stop.

The doors swung open, and a tall, straight figure strode onto the stage amidst a flurry of flashing lights.

Liu Ming.

Thirty-seven years old.

Compared to the sharp edge he had when he first arrived in Haishi five years ago, he now possessed a composure and gravitas born from long-standing positions of power. He wore a minimalist dark suit without a tie, and the slightly open collar exuded an air of unhurried confidence.

He stood in front of the microphone without looking at the manuscript.

His deep gaze swept over the once arrogant Western political figures in the audience, and a gentle yet penetrating smile appeared on his lips.

"Welcome to Haishi, the new engine of the world."

His clear and articulate London accent instantly bridged the distance between us.

But then, instead of using simultaneous interpretation, he seamlessly switched to fluent French to greet the European delegation; followed by impeccable Russian, German, and even a few words of authentic Arabic, where he cracked a little joke with the Middle Eastern oil tycoons.

The audience was shocked!

Those Western dignitaries who had previously carried a hint of arrogance now stared wide-eyed. They knew Liu Ming was a double PhD from Imperial College London, but this almost monstrous linguistic talent and effortless composure completely shattered the last vestige of their sense of superiority.

"Gentlemen."

Liu Ming eventually switched back to his powerful Chinese, his voice echoing in the hall, carrying the majestic momentum of a rising great power.

"Over the years, some people have said that we have closed ourselves off from the world and that we are pursuing technological hegemony. But today, the people standing here are the best proof."

He pointed to the huge global collaborative data network behind him.

"Haishi is not just our Haishi, but the world's Haishi. We open our doors to welcome all capital and technology with dreams. But the prerequisite is that they must abide by our rules!"

"Mutual benefit and win-win cooperation is our bottom line; viewing the world as an equal is our attitude."

"On this land of Haishi, the era of forced buying and selling through powerful ships and cannons and unequal treaties a hundred years ago is gone forever!"

The words fell.

After a brief silence, someone started it, and the whole audience burst into thunderous applause!

Although the Western dignitaries had varying expressions, they had no choice but to stand up and applaud this young and powerful Eastern tycoon. They knew in their hearts that this was more than just a speech; it was a declaration to the world of the establishment of a new order!

All nations came to pay tribute; nothing could be more fitting.

At the summit dinner.

Holding a wine glass, Liu Ming moved among leaders from various countries, handling the extremely complex international economic and trade games with ease.

Meanwhile, in the nearby rest area, Tank and Lone Wolf, dressed in sharp black suits, stared like two menacing figures at the foreign journalists who tried to approach.

"Boss's aura is getting more and more frightening." Tank clicked his tongue and whispered to Lone Wolf, "When that old American guy shook hands with him just now, his legs were shaking. This isn't a city leader, this is practically an emperor descending to earth."

Lone Wolf, his face cold, wiped the miniature pistol hidden in his sleeve. He didn't speak, but his eyes were filled with fanatical pride.

After the dinner, Liu Ming returned to her office.

Xi Wanqing was already waiting for him there. She handed him a glass of warm water and reached out to massage his slightly tense temples.

"You must be exhausted, right? Reuters' chief correspondent just published a feature article that's already gone viral overseas." Xi Wanqing handed the tablet to Liu Ming, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

Liu Ming took it and glanced at it.

It was a highly provocative in-depth report, devoid of official language, with only a powerful and impactful title.

Liu Ming: The man who changed the economic landscape of the East is now reshaping the world.

In the article, the Western journalist, known for his sharp and acerbic writing, described in detail, with an almost reverential tone, how Liu Ming, over the past five years, used an iron fist and astonishing wisdom to transform Haishi into an invincible super fortress.

"Giants?"

Liu Ming took a sip of water, casually tossed the tablet onto the table, and gave a dismissive smile.

"They've been hurt by my words, so they're starting to flatter me to death. This little trick can only fool those uninformed netizens."

He turned around and looked through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows at the city he had transformed under his leadership. The city at night was brightly lit, just like it had been at the height of its former glory, but now with an unshakeable industrial foundation.

He knew that his historical mission in Haishi had been successfully completed.

After five years of governing the region, he delivered an astonishing report card. Now, the giant ship of Haishi has sailed onto the right course and no longer needs his sharp blade to pave the way.

"Late Qing".

Liu Ming suddenly turned his head to look at his wife, his eyes flashing with a sharp light as if he were about to head to a new battlefield.

"Help me pack my luggage."

Xi Wanqing was slightly taken aback, then realized what was going on, and her heart skipped a beat: "The transfer order... has come down?"

"not yet."

Liu Ming walked to the desk and tapped the summary report lightly with her fingers, her voice deep and powerful.

"But the general election is next month. Old Lin called last night..."

He paused, then his eyes flashed with a terrifying light.

"I need to go back and finish the bigger game."