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

"Xiao Liu, go for it! As long as it's for the country, even if there are mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead, this old man will support you and walk with his back!"

These words were like a reassuring pill, and also like a bugle call to charge.

In the conference room, the cadres, who had initially been intimidated, began to show a strange glint in their eyes. It was a long-lost sense of courage and responsibility.

Liu Ming looked at the old director, smiled slightly, and didn't say anything. She simply nodded heavily.

The pre-battle mobilization was even more effective than he had anticipated. The fire had been lit. Now, it was time to let those lurking demons and monsters in the shadows witness the power of this fire.

The door to Conference Room One was pushed open.

Liu Ming walked at the front, followed by the old director and a group of bureau-level cadres with varying expressions. The pre-battle mobilization, which was like a storm, had stirred the blood of many, but it had also thoroughly touched the sore spot of certain vested interests within the High-Tech Department.

For example, Sun Zhiyuan and Li Tiande.

The two powerful department heads, who were dismissed on the spot by Liu Ming at the meeting, clearly did not accept this reality.

I just walked into the corridor.

"Liu Ming! You greenhorn, how dare you fire me?"

A hysterical roar echoed through the spacious office area. Sun Zhiyuan and Li Tiande stood in front of Liu Ming's office, both disheveled and with livid faces. Several of their close associates were with them, making it seem as if they were about to cause a disturbance.

"Let me tell you! This High-Tech Division is not a place where you can control everything!"

Li Tiande waved his phone around like a gambler who had lost everything, "I've already called the deputy minister in charge! Your so-called authorization letter is completely against organizational procedures! This is an abuse of power, an attempt to eliminate dissidents!"

The staff in the surrounding office area all peeked out, barely daring to breathe.

This is the National Development and Reform Commission building! How many years has it been since we've seen such a scene of a shrewish woman yelling in the street?

Liu Ming stopped in her tracks.

He looked at the two men, who resembled clowns jumping around, without anger or a rush to refute them. He simply took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"Director Li, Director Sun."

Liu Ming exhaled a puff of pale blue smoke, and through the thin veil of smoke, his eyes were as cold as ice.

"Since you insist on dying knowing why, then I will grant your wish."

He turned to look behind him.

"Old Chen, show them the things."

Old Chen, the driver who had been following behind Liu Ming, stepped forward expressionlessly. He took out two thick brown paper bags from his ever-present black tactical backpack and threw them at the feet of the two men with a "thud".

"Take a look. This is your 'work achievement' over the past three years." Liu Ming's voice was calm as water, yet it carried a chilling sense of oppression.

Sun Zhiyuan and Li Tiande felt a jolt in their hearts.

Their hands trembled as they picked up the paper bag and pulled out the documents inside.

They only glanced at it. Their legs instantly went weak.

Those were extremely clear overseas bank transfer records!

The recipients were all offshore accounts held by their wives or children abroad. The payers, however, were none other than shell companies belonging to several Western giants that had long monopolized the domestic semiconductor equipment market.

The timing of each fund transfer precisely corresponds to the critical juncture when the High Technology Department rejected the "Domestic Substitution Project".

"What? Didn't the deputy minister teach you how to explain these millions of dollars in 'technical consulting fees' over the phone?"

Liu Ming pressed closer, her voice suddenly rising like thunder.

"They draw the government's salary, sit in key approval positions, yet do things that strangle their own people and act as lackeys for foreign devils!"

"This isn't dereliction of duty, this is treason!"

With these two enormous accusations leveled against them, Sun Zhiyuan and Li Tiande were completely devastated.

They couldn't understand why these secret overseas accounts, which had clearly gone through countless money laundering procedures, were so thoroughly investigated by this newly appointed young director.

"No...this isn't real! It's a fake!"

Li Tiande tried one last time, lunging at Zhao Ruihu as if grasping at a last straw. "Director Zhao! Please say something for me! You signed off on these projects back then!"

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the corridor instantly plummeted to freezing point.

All eyes turned to Zhao Ruihu.

Zhao Ruihu's face turned deathly pale in an instant. He subconsciously took two steps back, avoiding Li Tiande's hand as if he were avoiding a plague.

"Li Tiande! Don't you dare make false accusations!" Zhao Ruihu's voice trembled with anxiety. "I was just following normal work procedures! How could I possibly know about your shady dealings behind my back?"

Sacrifice the pawn to save the king. That's the only thing he can do now.

Looking at Zhao Ruihu's ugly behavior of being so eager to distance himself from the situation, Liu Ming curled up a mocking sneer.

"Deputy Director Zhao is right. Let's leave this kind of mess to the professionals to investigate."

He flicked his cigarette ash and glanced towards the door.

"Tank, Lone Wolf."

The voice just fell.

Two burly "security guards" who had been standing guard at the elevator entrance strode over. They were dressed in extremely ordinary black uniforms, but the murderous aura they exuded, as if emanating from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, made the surrounding air freeze.

It was through Nangong Yao's security company that the Longya team members were legally seconded to serve as "security upgrade consultants" for the National Development and Reform Commission.

"Boss, what are your orders?" Tank asked in a deep voice, his large, copper-bell-like eyes fixed on the two people on the ground.

"Throw these two pieces of trash who betrayed national interests out of here." Liu Ming said calmly, as if he were talking about throwing away two bags of household garbage.

"Hand it directly over to the special disciplinary inspection team waiting downstairs."

"Alright!"

Tank and Lone Wolf agreed and pounced on them like wolves and tigers.

"What are you doing? I am a state cadre! You have no law enforcement authority!" Sun Zhiyuan struggled desperately, but in front of the tank's towering body, his resistance was as laughable as that of a three-year-old child.

Tank grabbed them by the back of their necks like he was picking up chicks, one in each hand.

"Stay put! If you move again, I'll crush your necks!"

Escorted by Lone Wolf and Tank, these two powerful section chiefs, who usually wielded considerable influence in the High-Tech Department, were dragged like dead dogs through a long corridor and shoved into the elevator amidst the shocked and terrified gazes of the staff.

"bite."

The elevator doors closed.

The corridor fell into a deathly silence.

Only the sound of Liu Ming's leather shoes clicking on the floor was crisp and rhythmic.

He walked up to Zhao Ruihu and stopped.

Zhao Ruihu's forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, and the back of his shirt was completely soaked. He stared intently at the ground, not daring to look Liu Ming in the eye.

He was afraid.

He was genuinely scared.

This young man not only held a fatal weakness in his hands, but also acted completely without regard for the unspoken rules of officialdom. He would overturn the table at the slightest disagreement, throw irrefutable evidence at him, and not give him a chance to retaliate.

"Deputy Director Zhao."

Liu Ming's voice was very soft, but it was like a cold knife held to Zhao Ruihu's neck.

"You don't look too well. Should I send someone to take you downstairs to 'rest'?"

Zhao Ruihu shuddered.

"No...no need, Director Liu. I...I'm perfectly fine. I'm going to work now."

After saying that, he practically fled into his office and slammed the door shut.

Liu Ming looked at the tightly closed door and stubbed out her cigarette.

"The air feels much fresher after the trash was cleaned up."

He turned around and smiled slightly at the clerks who were still in a daze.

"Now, it's time to get to work."