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

The official document was issued that very night.

The old Lin family residence in the western hills of the capital.

This courtyard house, usually deserted, was unusually lively tonight. The few black Audis parked at the gate looked ordinary, but anyone in the know could tell at a glance that the extremely well-hidden passes under the windshields would make them unconsciously hold their breath.

This is the actual inner courtyard of the Red Wall.

There were no expensive abalone, sea cucumber, shark fin, or fish maw in the courtyard, only a pot of stewed pork ribs, a few cold dishes, and three unlabeled bottles of bulk, specially supplied liquor with a strong cellar aroma on the stone table.

Sitting around this table, besides Elder Lin, were three other top figures whose mere presence at the highest levels could shake the entire nation.

Old Chen, who was in charge of the country's purse strings; Old Wang, who was in charge of organization and personnel; and General Zhang, the most hot-tempered general in the Central Military Commission.

Liu Ming sat at the very end.

At the age of thirty, among a group of veteran revolutionaries whose combined age exceeded three hundred, he should have appeared uneasy and apprehensive, but he was not. He was only wearing a dark jacket that had been washed a little faded, and he calmly poured himself a glass of baijiu.

"Little Liu, you really stole the show in the ministry today."

Old Chen picked up a piece of pork rib, his eyes showing a hint of scrutiny. "I heard you kicked out the representative of that M Group. Do you know that company holds the patent for the most advanced lithography machine light source in the world? Your actions have cut off the supply of several leading semiconductor companies in China."

"Old Chen, that's not grain. That's slow poison."

Liu Ming put down his wine glass, his tone calm yet resolute.

"On the surface, they are selling technology, but in reality, they are using technological barriers to 'harvest from lower dimensions.' The harsh exclusivity clauses and exorbitant 'consulting fees' in the contracts are not only draining our foreign exchange reserves, but also completely locking up the possibility of our country's independent research and development at the underlying level."

Liu Ming looked at the several bigwigs present, her eyes showing no sign of backing down.

"As long as we play by their rules, we'll always be nothing more than a subcontractor, eating dirt in their shadow. Today they can cut off the light source, tomorrow they can cut off the instruction set."

"So, a short, sharp pain is worse than a long, drawn-out one. I'm flipping this table."

Upon hearing this, General Zhang slapped his thigh, causing the wine glasses on the table to clang loudly.

"Good! A short pain is worse than a long one!"

The old general glared, his rough voice echoing in the courtyard, "These foreign devils just need to be taught a lesson! The more you back down, the more they take advantage. That's how it is in war, and it's the same in science and technology! Young Liu, you did a great job! You have some of the guts I had back in the southern frontier!"

Old Wang pushed up his glasses, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

"It's easy to overturn the table, but how are you going to eat afterwards? The central government did approve your 'Ten-Year Revitalization Plan,' and it granted you enormous privileges. But don't forget, if this hundreds of billions of yuan doesn't make a difference, your title of 'national hero' will become a death sentence."

"Don't worry, Mr. Wang."

Liu Ming stood up. He didn't make any grand pronouncements or boast. He simply spoke slowly, with an extremely confident tone, as if stating a given fact.

"I have joined forces with three of the top research institutions in China, abandoning the traditional silicon-based chip route. We are directly overtaking others by focusing on carbon-based chips and quantum entanglement architecture. Others set the rules, we break the rules; others build moats, we build a cross-sea bridge."

Five years.

Liu Ming held up five fingers, and a chilling flame burned in her eyes, which had seen countless deaths on the battlefield.

"Within five years, I will ensure that China's chip industry is no longer subject to foreign control. I will make those multinational giants who are arrogant and domineering towards us today line up tomorrow begging for our patent licenses!"

Deathly silence. The only sound in the courtyard was the chirping of autumn insects.

The three national leaders, who had seen it all, looked at the spirited and passionate young man before them, and a look of shock and emotion flashed across their eyes.

They seemed to see in this young man the great era when, during the nation's most difficult time, they tightened their belts to develop "two bombs and one satellite."

That long-lost pride and indomitable spirit unique to the Chinese nation was completely ignited at this moment!

"good!"

Old Lin, who had been silent until now, picked up his wine glass.

The over-ninety-year-old man, a pillar of strength in the Chinese military, looked at Liu Ming with slightly reddened eyes.

"Jianguo has fathered a fine son! With such a promising young man, how can our nation not prosper?"

"Come on! Let's, the old folks, raise a glass to this arrogant brat!"

"Dry!"

The four wine glasses clinked together loudly in mid-air. The pungent liquor rolled down his throat, igniting a surge of patriotic fervor that could conquer mountains and rivers.

The meal lasted until late at night.

There were no complicated bureaucratic intrigues, no hypocritical dealings based on self-interest. Only two generations, old and new, dedicated to the inheritance and entrustment of the same dream for this country.

At the time of parting.

Old Chen patted Liu Ming on the shoulder and stuffed a piece of paper with a private phone number written on it into his pocket.

"If you encounter any obstacles in the future regarding fund allocation, just call this number. As long as it's for the country, I'll keep the doors of the national treasury open for you."

Mr. Wang also handed over a business card.

"Don't worry about the Organization Department. Go ahead and remove those shady characters in the High-Tech Department. Whatever kind of talent you need, I'll give you the green light to get it."

General Zhang was the most direct; he punched Liu Ming hard in the chest.

"In the capital, who dares to play dirty tricks on you? Tell me. I'll send my entire guard company to demolish their house!"

Liu Ming bowed deeply to these three powerful figures who wielded immense influence in Chinese politics.

He knew that it would begin tonight.

He was no longer fighting alone.

In this unfathomable capital city, Liu Ming officially obtained the most powerful political shield on this land, strong enough to withstand any storm...

"Thank you, grandfathers."

Liu Ming raised her head, her eyes sharp as knives.

"I, Liu Ming, am determined to win this game."