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

A leader who is thirty-eight years old! This is truly unprecedented and unparalleled in the history of China.

When Liu Ming officially moved into that spacious and bright office, the eyes of the entire world were focused on this excessively young Eastern tycoon.

He is no longer just a county-level official who has worked his way up from the bottom, nor is he merely a powerful regional governor. Now, he holds supreme command over three absolutely crucial sectors: the national economy, science and technology, and national security.

This is the central government's complete trust in him, and it also places the heavy responsibility of guiding the giant ship of China through the storm entirely on his shoulders.

"Boss, is this chair comfortable?" Tank swaggered in, carrying two cups of freshly brewed strong tea. Although he had also been promoted to a high-ranking officer in the security bureau, he couldn't shake off his roguish way of addressing people in private.

Liu Ming took the teacup, took a small sip, and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window at the city in early spring.

"It's comfortable, but the fire underneath makes my butt hurt." Liu Ming turned around and walked to the huge mahogany desk. His eyes instantly became as sharp as a hawk's. "Those old sly guys on Wall Street have started causing trouble again recently."

Seeing that we've made a breakthrough in lithography machines, they're now trying to manipulate the exchange rate, attempting to short the RMB to fleece us. Has Ghost Hand made any moves?

No sooner had he finished speaking than the office door was suddenly pushed open.

Nangong Yao strode in, exuding confidence and power, wearing a burgundy haute couture business suit and 10-centimeter heels. Behind her followed Ghost Hand, carrying an encrypted computer. These two were now Liu Ming's sharpest double-edged swords, wielding both economic and informational influence.

"These Wall Street vampires really don't learn their lesson." Nangong Yao slammed a thick report on the table, her red lips curling into an extremely cold and sarcastic smile. "They've gathered nearly five hundred billion US dollars of international speculative capital, using a dozen offshore tax havens as cover, and are preparing to launch a blitzkrieg against us in the foreign exchange market tomorrow."

Several so-called influential online figures and economists in China are also colluding with them to predict economic downturns and create panic.

Ghost Hand pushed up his black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his ten fingers clattered on the keyboard.

"Boss, I've locked down all the IP addresses and overseas accounts of those economic traitors. The evidence chain of their illicit money is as solid as iron; we can take them down at any time."

Liu Ming stared at the shocking charts of fund flows on the screen, a cold glint in his eyes. He knew these people's tactics all too well: if they couldn't win through open technological blockades, they'd resort to underhanded financial warfare. If this panic was allowed to spread, the value of ordinary people's money would shrink dramatically, which would be more fatal than being hit by a few missiles.

"Since they've stuck their necks out, it would be a disservice not to cut them down." Liu Ming picked up the red secure phone on the table and dialed the National Security Headquarters' dedicated line directly. "This is Liu Ming."

"Did you receive the list Ghost Hand sent you? Make the arrests immediately! No matter how many fans he has, no matter what kind of expert halo he wears, if he's taken dirty money from foreign capital and used it to sabotage the country's livelihood, throw them all into the detention center before dawn!"

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Nangong Yao with intense gaze.

"Yaoyao, the financial battlefield is yours. The national team's foreign exchange reserves are fully open to you. No matter how much they dare to throw at us, you swallow it all. I want every single one of these $500 billion in speculative capital to stay in China for our infrastructure projects!"

"Don't worry about it," Nangong Yao said confidently, tossing her wavy hair. "Back in the day, I drove those oligarchs in Shanghai to the brink of suicide, and now I can just as easily expose the true nature of these old men on Wall Street. We're going to fleece this bunch of leeks!"

Over the next 48 hours, the global financial markets experienced an epic mega-earthquake.

When international speculative capital aggressively dumped RMB in an attempt to trigger an avalanche, the Chinese national team, led by Nangong Yao, was like a Leviathan beast leaping out of the deep sea.

Instead of defending themselves, they surged against the trend with an extremely aggressive momentum. The clash of hundreds of billions of dollars even caused a brief outage of the international foreign exchange trading system's servers.

Domestic netizens were completely absorbed in their screens, their keyboards practically smoking from typing.

"Holy crap! The national team is on the field! This upward curve is defying the laws of physics!"

"Where have all those public intellectuals who were so pessimistic yesterday gone? Oh, sorry, I just saw the news, they seem to have been arrested overnight for allegedly endangering national security! Liu Ming is awesome!"

"That feels great! That's fucking awesome! Let these foreign devils know that Chinese money isn't so easy to steal!"

While achieving a resounding victory in the financial war, Liu Ming's sweeping technological and economic reforms in China also ushered in their most glorious period of development.

He knew that defense could never bring true strength. Under his leadership, a series of official documents aimed at breaking monopolies and stimulating innovation were issued in rapid succession.

State-owned enterprises are required to fully open their core supply chains to private high-tech enterprises, and huge R&D subsidies are being poured into quantum computing, room-temperature superconductivity and controlled nuclear fusion, which are ultimate technologies that can change the fate of mankind.

In less than a year, the country's strength was pushed to an unprecedented peak.

Not only does China's GDP remain the world's largest, but even more frightening is that in high-end manufacturing and fundamental scientific logic, China has established an overwhelming generational advantage over the West. When the first truly commercial quantum computer, "Pangu," was lit up in the city, the nerves that the Western world had been taut for many years finally snapped.

They discovered with despair that no matter how much they blocked, sanctioned, or smeared this ancient Eastern power, it was leaving them far behind at a breathtaking pace. If the blockade continued, it wouldn't be China that would be isolated, but themselves.

The arrogant powers finally bowed their noble heads.

The hotel three months later.

The autumn air was crisp and clear, and the maple leaves in the yard had fallen, leaving a golden carpet on the ground.

A high-end armored car with U.S. embassy license plates slowly pulled up at the entrance. Smith, the once arrogant and domineering U.S. chief commercial representative at the negotiating table, stepped out looking like a wilted eggplant.

His once meticulously combed blond hair now appeared somewhat disheveled, his eye bags were heavy, and his whole being exuded an undeniable sense of defeat and anxiety.

He was led by the guards into the antique-style reception room.

Liu Ming was sitting on a mahogany sofa, leisurely flipping through a document about the initial concept of a space elevator. Today, he was wearing a casual dark jacket without a tie, but his imposing aura as a superior was more captivating than ever.

"Liu Ming, it's an honor to see you again." Smith walked up quickly, bowing very low, and even extended his hands.

Liu Ming didn't even lift her eyelids, she just casually pointed to the chair opposite her.

"Please sit down, Mr. Smith. I'll only give you ten minutes, because I need to go to the Chinese Academy of Sciences later to see the latest experimental data on room-temperature superconductivity. Forget your hypocritical diplomatic rhetoric, just tell me your bottom line."

Smith awkwardly withdrew his hand and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Liu Ming, I've come here on behalf of my husband's sincerity. We have come to realize that our previous technological blockade against China was an extremely foolish and historically wrong mistake. We have officially decided to unconditionally lift the sanctions list against all of your country's high-tech companies, effective tomorrow!"

Smith swallowed hard, his tone almost pleading as he continued, "Not only that, we are willing to fully open our domestic market and lower tariffs. We only ask for one thing... that your country's quantum computing services and next-generation high-purity energy materials be available to us on an equal footing in procurement."

Our Silicon Valley is practically a ghost town. If we don't get your underlying infrastructure license soon, the entire American tech industry will completely collapse within six months!

After hearing these words, Tank, standing behind Liu Ming, couldn't help but grin and sneer. The more arrogant these bastards were when they used chips to strangle him, the more ridiculous their groveling and begging behavior became now.

Liu Ming closed the document in her hand and casually tossed it onto the coffee table with a dull thud.

He raised his deep, star-like eyes and stared intently at Smith's pale face.

"Mr. Smith, do you really think that just because you mercifully lifted the sanctions, we're obligated to gratefully share the core technologies we've painstakingly developed with you?" Liu Ming's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an icy chill. "What do you take this for? A game of make-believe?"

Startled, Smith jumped up from his chair, waving his hands frantically, "No, no, no! Liu Ming, you've misunderstood! We absolutely didn't mean that! We genuinely want to seek cooperation, an equal partnership!"

"Cooperation is possible." Liu Ming slowly picked up the celadon teacup on the table, gently blew on the floating tea leaves, and his eyes were filled with the absolute domineering aura of a great power.

"But from this day forward, we will set the rules of this world!"