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

If his son Liu Zhen was a red-tasseled spear that Liu Ming shot towards the border, then his youngest daughter Liu Nian was an abacus in his hand, its clattering notes revealing the secrets of the world.

Liu Nian, that girl, lives up to her name; she's nostalgic and greedy.

She didn't inherit her father's deep-seated sense of national righteousness, nor did she follow in her mother's aloof and cold demeanor in official circles. From childhood to adulthood, this girl avoided official documents like the plague, but instead showed an extraordinary fervor for those bright red banknotes.

When she was five, while other children were still playing in the mud, she had already learned to deposit her New Year's money into the bank to earn interest, and by the way, she resold Ultraman cards at school, earning half a month's allowance from her deskmate.

At the age of ten, she could see the peaks and troughs of the stock market curve at a glance, and even seriously discussed with Liu Ming at the dinner table which tax loophole was missing in Shanghai's housing price control logic.

At that time, Liu Ming realized that this girl could not be contained by the city's vermilion walls.

……

"Dad, I've made up my mind."

On a morning during the last semester of her senior year, Liu Nian was wearing a loose-fitting graffiti sweatshirt, with half a slice of toast in her mouth, but clutching a business plan filled with precise data in her hand.

She patted Liu Ming in a carefree manner, her round, fox-like eyes gleaming with an almost greedy shrewdness.

"I'm not going to take the civil service exam, nor am I going to work for the National Security Bureau. Those places are too stifling; you can see the whole thing from one end to the other." Liu Nian patted the business plan. "I want to start a venture capital firm. The tech industry is too chaotic right now; all those so-called unicorns are just bubbles created by capital. I want to squeeze out some of the water."

Looking at her daughter, Liu Ming realized that her personality was exactly the same as Nangong Yao's back then.

"Venture capital?" Liu Ming put down the Qiushi magazine in his hand, pushed up his reading glasses, and said in a flat tone, "This industry is very murky, and the fish in it are even more slippery than the corrupt officials your father caught."

"That's why I need the most powerful master."

Liu Nian slyly leaned closer, grabbed Liu Ming's arm and shook it wildly, "Dad, just sell me to Aunt Nangong. In all of China... no, in the whole world, no one but her can teach me."

Liu Ming fell silent.

Looking at his daughter's ambitious face, the softest part of his heart was gently touched.

Over the years, the people he owed the most to, besides Nangong Yao, were these two children.

An hour later.

The most mysterious and exclusive private club, Nangong.

This place doesn't receive dignitaries or nouveau riche; it only receives people that Nangong Yao finds agreeable.

Nangong Yao, nearing fifty but looking like a woman in her thirties, sat with her legs crossed behind a priceless sandalwood table. Dressed in a purple cheongsam, her every move exuded an aura of power that could influence the global financial markets, so intense that it was almost impossible to look directly at her.

"Hey, Boss Liu, what's the wind blowing today?"

Nangong Yao put down the jade ball in her hand and looked at Liu Ming and his daughter who pushed open the door with a half-smile. "Two years ago, you sent your son to Ali to suffer. Today, where are you planning to send your daughter to suffer too?"

"Auntie!" Liu Nian called out sweetly, rushing into Nangong Yao's arms like a fledgling returning to its nest. "I missed you so much!"

"Don't give me that, you little fox." Nangong Yao extended her long fingernails and gently poked Liu Nian's forehead, her eyes filled with undisguised doting affection. "Tell me, which piece of land have you set your sights on this time, or do you want your aunt to help you fleece someone in the stock market this time?"

Liu Ming walked over and sat down on the armchair next to him, his tone revealing the tacit understanding between old friends.

"This girl doesn't want to work in the system, she insists on doing venture capital." Liu Ming took the tea that Nangong Yao handed her, took a sip, and said, "After thinking it over, the only person in this world who can keep her in check and teach her real skills is you."

Nangong Yao's smile vanished, and a sharp glint flashed in her narrow, almond-shaped eyes.

She pushed Liu Nian away, her expression becoming more serious than ever before.

"Nian'er, listen carefully."

Nangong Yao's voice was as cold as ice, a ruthless edge forged from years of battling in the wasteland of capital. "The business world is different from the political arena. In the political arena, your father sometimes still had to adhere to organizational principles and show some compassion. But in the business world, there is only the law of the jungle."

She pointed to the bustling street scene outside the window.

"Here, no one is spared. If you show mercy to your opponent today, your corpse will be in the NASDAQ's waste paper pile tomorrow. You want to learn from me? Fine. But I won't show you any leniency just because you're Liu Ming's daughter. My classes can kill people. Do you dare take them?"

Liu Nian did not back down at all. She straightened her chest and a bright flame ignited in her eyes.

"I'm not afraid to die as long as I can win."

"Alright." Nangong Yao's lips curled into a cruel yet alluring smile. "First task. That 'Qingyun Hydrogen Energy' that's been all the rage lately, its valuation is inflated by 3 billion. I'll give you a week, and I want to see it go bankrupt. No need for your father's influence, no need for the Nangong Group's funds, you'll run it yourself."

……

The next three months were the darkest and most insane time of Liu Nian's life.

Nangong Yao didn't teach her how to read financial statements, nor did she teach her how to negotiate contracts.

She took Liu Nian to see the dirtiest money laundering bureaus, showed her the despair of bankrupt CEOs before they jumped off buildings, and led her to the treacherous negotiating table to personally tear off the hypocritical masks of those old foxes.

Nangong Yao's teachings are only one: numbers don't lie, but people do. So, don't listen to what he says, look at where his money is flowing.

Liu Nian went from being apprehensive at first, to becoming numb, and finally to being as cold as a knife.

During this time, she cried, broke down, and even thought about going home to ask Liu Ming for help.

But every time she was about to speak, she would remember Nangong Yao's cold words: "If the children of the Liu family can't even handle this little wave, then they should go back to being caged birds for the rest of their lives."

Three months later, in Shanghai.

An extremely dangerous battle to capture overseas capital has quietly begun in Shanghai's financial center.

Several vulture funds from Wall Street attempted to exploit a technological vulnerability to maliciously short-sell a core high-tech enterprise in China.

Just when everyone thought the company was doomed, a new venture capital firm called "Bluebird" suddenly appeared from the side in an extremely strange and ruthless way.

"Sell all long positions and hedge!"

Inside the temporary command post, Liu Nian, dressed in a sharp black suit, had eyes as cold as ice. His fingers flew across the keyboard. "I'm going to lock up all their inventory before those foreign devils can react! Since they want to play games, I'll make sure they never return to China for the rest of their lives!"

That calm command, that step-by-step planning, that decisive and swift strike.

It was exactly like how Liu Ming reaped enemy lives on the border twenty years ago.

An hour later, the battle ended.

Three vulture funds on Wall Street have all suffered margin calls, with losses amounting to tens of billions of dollars.

And "Bluebird" venture capital became famous overnight.

……

In the city, in the office

Liu Ming stared at the financial briefing secretly submitted by the Ministry of State Security in his hand, his gaze lingering on the words "Head of Qingniao Venture Capital: Liu Nian" for a long time.

A smile, both extremely comforting and extremely complex, slowly crept onto his lips.

"This girl has really grown up."

Liu Ming put down the report and rubbed her slightly sore eyes.

He recalled Liu Zhen saluting in the snow at the border, and then looked at his daughter's remarkable achievements in the business world.

One martial and one literary.

One guards the territory, the other protects the foundation of the nation.

As a father, he knew that his era was slowly coming to an end, while the era belonging to these two pillars of society was beginning.

Just then, Nangong Yao called.

"Congratulations, Boss Liu!"

On the other end of the phone, Nangong Yao's voice was filled with unprecedented pride, "Your little fox bit the throats of three old wolves on Wall Street today. To be honest, I'm even a little jealous of Xi Wanqing now, for giving birth to such a prodigy."

"Thank you for your hard work, Yao Yao," Liu Ming said softly.

"It's not so much hardship, just a little disappointing." Nangong Yao sighed, her tone suddenly becoming somewhat mischievous. "This girl just told me that her goal for next year is to acquire two subsidiaries of the Nangong Group. What do you think, should I praise her ambition, or should I strike first and fire her?"