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

"Bang!"

Nangong Yao slammed a newly delivered financial statement onto her desk. The exquisite bone china coffee cup bounced, and brown liquid splattered all over the document that read "Warning: Financial Chain Breakdown".

Her eyes were bloodshot, her hair was disheveled, and her once-sharp business attire now looked wrinkled. Forty-eight hours without sleep had left her looking like a bowstring stretched to its limit.

"President Nangong... has hit the daily limit down again."

The person in charge of the trading room stood at the door, his voice trembling. He held the latest market data in his hand, not daring to look directly into Nangong Yao's eyes, which seemed to be spitting fire.

"Less than ten minutes after the market opened, another large sell order of over 100,000 lots immediately locked the price at the daily limit down. The 500 million yuan we invested yesterday to support the market... disappeared without even a ripple."

It's over. It's completely over.

Nangong Yao slumped into the boss's chair, feeling utterly defeated. She felt like someone sinking into quicksand, the more she struggled, the deeper she sank.

The Zhao family and the comprador capital behind them are determined to destroy her this time. They have not only imposed a complete blockade on her in banking and real-world projects, but have also mobilized a massive amount of overseas speculative capital to launch a ruthless and inhumane campaign to crush the Nangong Group in the stock market.

"How much working capital do you have left?" Nangong Yao asked, her voice hoarse and terribly hoarse, her eyes closed.

"Less than...less than three hundred million." The CFO trembled beside him. "If it hits the daily limit down again tomorrow...those loans secured by stocks will trigger forced liquidation. At that point...the bank will even take over our company building."

Three hundred million. Compared to those international short-selling institutions that deal in tens of billions, this amount of money is like a drop of water falling into the desert, instantly evaporating completely.

The shadow of impending liquidation hangs like a Damocles' sword over the newly erected skyscraper of Nangong Group in the capital.

"President Nangong, those gossip media outlets are releasing more dirt on us!"

The public relations manager burst in, tablet in hand, sweating profusely. "They're saying our financial data is falsified, and they're also saying... they're also saying we're involved in illegal fundraising. The online opinion is completely one-sided; everyone's criticizing us!"

They're not just killing her; they're destroying her spirit. These hyenas lurking in the shadows not only want to drain her of her blood, but also to completely ruin her reputation, ensuring she can never recover.

Looking at the darkening sky outside the French windows, Nangong Yao felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

She was never afraid of the open and covert battles in the business world. But in the face of absolute capital dominance, any business skills and strategies seemed so pale and laughable.

She lost. She lost miserably.

"Everyone, get out."

Nangong Yao waved her hand, her voice filled with a heartbreaking weariness.

"Let me... be alone."

The office door closed. The whole world seemed to fall silent instantly, with only the faint hum of the central air conditioning audible.

Nangong Yao curled up in the large leather seat, hugging her knees. The bone-chilling cold made her shiver uncontrollably.

She didn't care about money; she could never spend all of the Nangong family's money, even in several lifetimes.

What she cared about was that man.

She moved the headquarters to the capital, she took on those difficult projects without hesitation, and she was even willing to gamble the future of the entire Nangong Group, all for him, to be the sharpest knife in his hand, and to be the strongest support behind him.

But now, the sword is broken and the shield is shattered. Not only has she failed to help him, but she has become his biggest burden.

"Click".

The office door was gently pushed open.

Nangong Yao didn't look up. She thought it was her secretary bringing some urgent reports again. "I told you, let me be alone for a while." Her voice was choked with suppressed sobs.

However, the answer she received was not the secretary's hesitant footsteps, but a steady, powerful sound of leather shoes striking the ground—a sound she knew all too well.

"What? Your Majesty, are you about to admit defeat?"

A voice, tinged with a hint of teasing yet filled with boundless tenderness, rang out above her head.

Nangong Yao trembled all over.

She suddenly raised her head, and her once lustrous peach blossom eyes instantly filled with tears.

Liu Ming was standing right in front of her.

He was wearing a simple black trench coat and carrying a packaged bowl of hot porridge. His eyes were calm and deep, like a vast ocean capable of encompassing all storms.

"Liu Ming..."

Nangong Yao could no longer control herself. Like a child who had suffered a great injustice, she suddenly stood up from her chair and threw herself into Liu Ming's arms.

"Liu Ming..."

She clung tightly to his waist, buried her face in his warm chest, and burst into tears. Her sobs contained all the grievances, fears, resentment, and...despair she had endured over the past few days.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." She cried, shaking her head frantically. "I couldn't help you... I messed things up... They're too powerful... They have too much money..."

"Liu Ming..." Nangong Yao raised her face, her makeup ruined by tears, her eyes red-rimmed, her voice hoarse and heartbreaking. "This time... we might really lose..."

Liu Ming did not speak.

He simply held her quietly, letting her tears soak his clothes. He reached out and gently, tenderly, stroked her slightly disheveled hair.

However, if anyone could see the look in his eyes at that moment, they would be terrified.

Those once gentle eyes now burned with two cold, dark flames, powerful enough to turn the entire capital city to ashes.

"lose?"

Looking at the dazzling night view outside the window, Liu Ming slowly curled up a smile, an extremely cold curve.

He seemed to be comforting the woman in his arms, yet also delivering a death sentence to the entire world.

"I'm here." "No one in this world can make you lose."