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

Blue Hall.

This place is the face of China's diplomacy, and also the most densely packed powder keg of global media.

Hundreds of lenses, both long and short, were pointed like black cannon muzzles, fixed on the center of the stage. The frequency of the flashes was so high it was dizzying, and the air was filled with a mixture of expensive perfume, the smell of burning electronic devices, and an extremely tense gunpowder smell.

Liu Ming sat in the very center.

He wasn't wearing his usual black trench coat today; instead, he wore a dark gray stand-up collar Zhongshan suit.

The top button was fastened.

He simply sat there quietly, his hands resting flat on his knees, exuding a calm and imposing aura that made the top reporters, known as "news hounds," below the stage afraid to even breathe too loudly.

"Please let this reporter from The New York Times ask a question," the host gestured.

A middle-aged white man with gold-rimmed glasses and a mean-looking gaze stood up. He pushed up his glasses, a provocative smirk playing on his lips, and spoke in broken Chinese.

"Mr. Liu, regarding your country's so-called 'cybersecurity intervention' in the exercise area the day before yesterday, the international community widely considers it a blatant act of digital terrorism. Has China already decided to completely abandon its commitment to peaceful rise and resort to such despicable means to bully the global supply chain?"

Whoosh—!

A low murmur of commotion arose from the audience.

This question is extremely insidious.

He not only labeled China as a "digital terrorist," but also tried to corner Liu Ming as a "bully."

Liu Ming slightly raised her eyes, her gaze fixed on the reporter named Miller.

In that instant, Miller felt as if he were being watched by some ancient beast. Cold sweat broke out on his back, and the barrage of questions he had prepared caught in his throat.

Liu Ming didn't rush to speak, but slowly picked up the blue and white porcelain teacup beside her and took a small sip.

"Bullying?"

Liu Ming put down his teacup. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a magnetic power that could penetrate eardrums.

"Sir reporter, your wording is quite interesting."

Liu Ming leaned forward slightly, a playful glint in his eyes. "If I remember correctly, the day before yesterday, a certain country's aircraft carrier group intruded into our exclusive economic zone without any prior notification."

"It's like a robber breaking into your yard with an axe and sharpening it under the window where your child is sleeping. As the head of the household, I simply cut off the power to his yard so he can find his way home."

"What, you call this terrorism?"

A mocking smile curled at the corner of Liu Ming's lips.

"Or is it that in your logic, you're free to sharpen your knives, but I'm committing a crime by cutting off the power?"

A soft chuckle rippled through the audience; it came from journalists from third-world countries.

Miller's face turned a deep purplish-red, and he waved his arms angrily, "Mr. Liu, please don't use such vulgar analogies! Your actions have seriously threatened global financial security! Your sanctions have caused losses to countless multinational corporations! Isn't this a manifestation of hegemony?"

"hegemony?"

Liu Ming slowly stood up.

His gesture instantly transformed the atmosphere of the entire venue. What was originally a verbal dispute escalated into a suffocating display of national power.

He spread his hands, looking at the various expressions on the faces below the stage, his tone becoming distant and profound.

"A hundred years ago, you came with cannons, and we ceded territory and paid reparations."

"Fifty years ago, you came with a blockade, and we tightened our belts to develop our nuclear weapons and satellites."

"Ten years ago, you came with a chip ban, and we created 'Loongson' and lithography machines."

Liu Ming's voice suddenly rose, like a heavy hammer, striking deep into everyone's soul.

"For the past century, we have never fired a single shot on the territory of another country, nor have we ever intercepted any legitimate cargo ship on the high seas. We have always exercised restraint, made concessions, and tried to integrate into the rules you have set."

"But now we've discovered that the rules are merely the scythe you use to reap the world's harvest. When this scythe tries to cut into our flesh, we will not hesitate to break it!"

Miller was forced to take two steps back, bumping into the camera behind him, but he still stubbornly shouted, "So you want to dominate! You want to challenge the existing international order!"

Liu Ming looked at him coldly.

At that moment, the murderous aura in his eyes could no longer be concealed; it was the might of a demon who had once commanded "Dragon Fang" and swept across the borders.

He spoke each word clearly and deliberately, his voice resounding throughout the Blue Hall.

"We will not seek hegemony."

"But in this world, no order can be built on the basis of sacrificing interests."

"China's bottom line will not tolerate any testing, much less any form of trampling."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the room before finally settling on Miller's trembling pupils.

"Two thousand years ago, our ancestors established a rule, and today, I am returning it to the world intact."

Liu Ming slightly raised his chin, exuding an aura of dominance that seemed capable of controlling the universe.

"Those who offend China, no matter how far away, will be punished!"

boom--!

The moment the words were spoken, the entire Blue Hall fell into an absolute silence that lasted for three seconds.

Followed by.

"Splash!"

That was the sound of people standing up like a tidal wave.

Journalists from home, Southeast Asia, Africa, the Middle East...

As if summoned by some great will, they stood up in unison, threw aside the heavy equipment in their hands, and clapped wildly!

Thunderous applause instantly lifted the dome of the Blue Hall!

At this moment, there is no prejudice, no stance.

Only with absolute reverence for the grandeur of a great power and the highest respect for this national vow that, spanning two thousand years, still resonates powerfully, can we truly understand its significance.

Miller slumped into his chair, his face ashen. He looked at the man on the podium who stood like a pillar of strength, and knew he had lost.

Not only did he lose, but the empire behind him also lost.

They lost because of this deeply ingrained national backbone, which cannot be lured by money or intimidated.

The reception has ended.

Liu Ming didn't even glance at the microphones crowding around her. Escorted by the tank, she strode towards the backstage.

"Boss, awesome!" Tank said excitedly, his face flushed. He lowered his voice and said, "That last sentence made my bones melt! Those foreign devils will probably go back to the dictionary tonight to look up how to write the character '诛' (zhu).

Liu Ming took off her coat, let out a long sigh, and her eyes regained their composure.

"It can't be found in the dictionary."

Looking out the window at the vibrant autumn scenery of the city, Liu Ming murmured something.

"Only by making them feel pain can they truly understand these two words."