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

The snow in the city is falling heavier and heavier.

The snowflakes, as large as goose feathers, were carried by the gale and slammed hard against the heavy blast-proof steel door three hundred meters underground of the National Security Commission.

Outside the door was a frozen wasteland, but inside was a suffocating hell.

A huge, curved electronic screen occupied an entire wall. The K-line representing the offshore RMB exchange rate on the screen was cascading down like a waterfall at an almost frenzied, irrational, precipitous angle.

It was so red it was blinding, so red it seemed to drip blood.

Nangong Yao stood in front of the control panel. She had already taken off her expensive custom-made trench coat and was only wearing a thin white shirt with the cuffs rolled up high. Her usually calm and beautiful face was now covered with fine beads of cold sweat, and her once meticulously combed wavy hair was now somewhat messy and stuck to her cheeks.

"Sister Yao, you can't hold on any longer!"

The chief trader sitting in the front row suddenly loosened his tie, his voice cracking with obvious despair.

"Those five major Wall Street financial groups have completely gone mad! Together with those international speculative funds based in the Cayman Islands, they've added another $300 billion in short positions in the past ten minutes! They're trying to strip us bare!"

"Shut up! Don't back down!"

Nangong Yao gripped the table tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning pale from the extreme force. Her usually shrewd and languid peach blossom eyes were now burning with the bloodshot veins of a gambler.

"Push it up! Throw in all 50 billion from the second reserve fund pool! No matter what, before Liu Ming arrives, we must hold this line firmly at the 7.2 mark!"

"But President Nangong..." A senior director from the bank, who had come to assist, wiped away cold sweat, his whole body trembling. "That's our last foreign exchange reserve! If they manage to trap even this money, domestic prices will collapse across the board tomorrow morning, and the money in people's hands will become worthless!"

Just as the old director was about to collapse.

"drop--"

The explosion-proof airtight door of the command center, weighing several tons, emitted a muffled electronic unlocking sound and slowly opened to both sides.

A biting night wind, carrying the chill of ice and snow, instantly rushed into the unbearably hot hall.

Liu Ming, draped in his black overcoat and still covered in lingering snow, strode in like a god shattering the darkness. Tank, like a silent iron tower, followed closely behind him.

The command center, which had been as noisy as a market, fell into a deathly silence the moment Liu Ming stepped in.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned around to look at the man who had just stepped into the hall of power in the conference room a few hours earlier.

"Liu... Leader..." The old director rushed forward as if he had seen a savior, "You've finally arrived! Those vampires on Wall Street have come out in full force this time, and we're almost out of ammunition!"

Liu Ming ignored the old driver's panic.

He took off his snow-covered coat, tossed it to Tank, and then walked straight to Nangong Yao's side, staring intently at the large, blindingly red screen.

"How bad is the situation?" Liu Ming's voice was extremely calm, as if she were asking what she had for breakfast, without the slightest hint of panic.

Hearing that familiar and reassuring voice, Nangong Yao's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

"It's terrible. They've been planning this for a long time, taking advantage of the policy vacuum during the leadership transition. It's not just Wall Street tycoons; there are also several large, deeply hidden private equity funds in the country secretly cooperating with them to short the market. This torrent of funds is too huge. If we don't take administrative measures to intervene forcefully, the defenses will be completely breached in at most half an hour."

"Administrative intervention?"

Liu Ming sneered, his smile carrying an arrogance that could shake the heavens and earth.

"Not only will we not interfere, but I will also keep the door open for them."

He turned his head and looked at Ghost Hand, who was sitting in the corner, frantically typing on the keyboard.

"Ghost Hand, have you locked down the list of insiders who colluded with foreign capital to short sell, the one I asked you to investigate?"

Ghost Hand suddenly pushed up the black-rimmed glasses on his nose, and a terrifying glint flashed in his bloodshot eyes.

"Reporting, sir! Lock them all down! These bastards are using IP addresses scattered across more than a dozen countries, but they're still too green to try and pull this on me! With just a word from you, I can completely lock all their trading accounts into a network black hole in a second, preventing them from sending even a single punctuation mark!"

"very good."

Liu Ming nodded, then turned around to face the dozens of traders and experts in the command center who represented China's financial combat power.

He didn't use any bureaucratic platitudes; his gaze was as sharp as a newly sharpened steel knife, fiercely scraping across everyone's face.

"Everyone."

"I know what you're afraid of. You're afraid of an empty treasury, soaring prices, and that all those hundreds of billions of dollars will be wasted without even a ripple."

"But you've got one thing wrong."

Liu Ming walked to the very center of the control panel, placed his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, and unleashed the terrifying aura of the helmsman without reservation!

"Yesterday, I was a leader who had to consult with everyone. But today, sitting in this position, I am the rule!"

"Those old fogies on Wall Street are trying to take advantage of our generational transition to fleece us, trying to strangle our nascent tech industry in its infancy with a financial nuclear bomb. Do they think we'll still compromise for the sake of so-called international influence as we have before?"

"Keep their pipe dreams to themselves!"

Liu Ming slammed her hand on the table with a loud "bang," which made everyone's heart skip a beat!

"Relay my orders!"

"The National Security Committee shall immediately take over the control of the bank's operations! All authority over the strategic reserve fund shall be granted to Nangong Yao! No upper limit! No profit or loss considerations!"

The old driver gasped in fright, his voice trembling so much he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"The...leader...that's our foundation! What if..."

"There's no 'what if'!"

Liu Ming interrupted him sharply, her gaze piercing.

"The foundation of the nation is the food in the people's pots and the machines turning in our factories, not a string of cold, hard numbers on the books! If we don't even have the guts to protect these numbers, what's the point of keeping this money?"

He turned to look at Nangong Yao, his eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit.

"Yaoyao, go all out! Whatever amount of chips they throw down, you'll swallow them tenfold! Tonight, I'm not going to play defensively. I'm going to trap them, I'm going to rip the guts out of those Wall Street vampires!"

Looking at the radiant man before her, Nangong Yao felt the wild fighting spirit that had been suppressed for an entire night ignite within her!

She whirled around, grabbed the communicator from the table, and let out a hysterical scream at all the traders in the room.

"Did you all hear that? The leader has spoken! Enough bullets!"

"Buy with all your funds! Swallow all the short positions in the market! Pull the exchange rate line back up to the sky!"

With Nangong Yao's roar, the entire command center instantly erupted in excitement!

The sound of keyboards pounding against the keys was as dense as a torrential downpour on banana leaves. Those traders, who had previously been in despair, were now like berserkers injected with stimulants, their eyes bloodshot as they frantically poured astronomical sums, each with countless zeros, into the international foreign exchange market!

At the same time, Ghost Hand pressed the Enter key heavily.

"Boss! All the mole's accounts are now disabled! They're just a bunch of dead dogs with their teeth pulled!"

On the big screen, the red curve that was originally falling wildly suddenly seemed to hit an invisible but indestructible wall of sighs when it touched a certain extremely dangerous critical point.

It stopped.

Then, to the astonishment of the world's financial giants, it happened.

That curve, in an extremely violent manner that completely violated market rules and common economic sense, instantly stretched out a giant green pillar that pierced the sky!

A pillar reaching for the sky! Straight into the clouds!

Wall Street, the headquarters building of a hedge fund.

Several Wall Street tycoons who were celebrating with champagne were now staring intently at the screen, their wine glasses falling to the ground with a "clatter" and shattering.

"This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible!" A white-haired financial oligarch clutched his hair, letting out a desperate scream. "Where did they get so much liquidity? This isn't saving the market, this is suicide!"

However, what made them even more desperate was yet to come.

At the same time that China launched a full-scale counter-offensive.

The official news agency of China suddenly released an urgent briefing to the world, consisting of fewer than fifty words.

[With approval, China has officially established a 10 trillion yuan "Future Technology Industry Fund." The first batch of 3 trillion yuan will be officially injected into core areas such as semiconductors, artificial intelligence, and aerospace tomorrow.]

This brief message was like a nuclear bomb with a yield of several gigatons, landing precisely on the head of Wall Street!

Ten trillion!

This is not a defensive battle at all. This is the young leader who has just taken office in the East declaring to the world in an extremely arrogant manner: I not only have money, but I will also turn all of this money into a steel hammer to smash the Western technological hegemony!

The mentality of international speculative capital has completely collapsed.

Panic spread like wildfire among the short sellers, and the once-unbreakable short-selling alliance crumbled instantly. Countless institutions began frantically liquidating their positions and fleeing at any cost, only to find that they could not find any buyers to take over their positions.

Margin call!

Margin call!

Margin call!

On the large screen of the National Security Commission's command center, the numbers representing the margin calls and liquidations of major Wall Street institutions were scrolling wildly at an extremely pleasing speed.

"We won! We won!"

"Those bastards on Wall Street have gone bankrupt! They've lost at least hundreds of billions of dollars!"

A deafening cheer erupted in the hall. The usually stern financial experts were now hugging each other like children, laughing and crying.

Nangong Yao collapsed into the chair, completely exhausted.

She looked at the green curve on the screen, which had come to a steady stop at the safety line, and let out a long sigh. She turned her head and looked at Liu Ming, who had been standing behind her like a pillar of strength.

This man, with his first act after taking office, completely burned away the last vestiges of pride in the Western world.

Dawn arrived quietly.

Outside the command center, the blizzard that had raged all night finally subsided.

Liu Ming picked up the cup of tea on the table, which had long since gone cold, and drank it all in one gulp.

He picked up the black coat draped over the back of the chair, put it on his shoulders, and moved with composure and calmness.

He looked at his comrades who were still cheering, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"This is just an appetizer."

Liu Ming turned around, pushed open the heavy blast-proof door, and strode towards the ray of dawn piercing the darkness at the end of the passage.

"The golden age of China is only just beginning."