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

"Director Liu! Mr. Liu! I beg you! Please, have mercy and spare the Zhao family's life!"

The corridor of the High-Tech Department of the National Development and Reform Commission was filled with the agonizing screams of pigs being slaughtered.

Zhao Ruihu, the once arrogant deputy director who treated the entire High Technology Department as his own backyard.

He was kneeling undignifiedly outside the mahogany door of the director's office, his head banging against the cold marble floor, his forehead covered in blood and gore.

The office doors around were tightly closed, but behind each blind, countless pairs of shocked and awe-inspiring eyes were hidden.

Who would have thought that Zhao Dashao, who was so arrogant yesterday and wanted to sideline the new director, would today be like a stray dog, wagging his tail and begging for mercy in front of everyone?

"Master Liu! It's all my fault! I was blind to offend you! If you're willing to stop, I'll resign immediately! I'll give you half of the Zhao family's assets... no, all of them! Just please spare my old man's life!"

Zhao Ruihu cried uncontrollably. He had just received a critical condition notification from the hospital; his father had been admitted to the intensive care unit due to a sudden heart attack.

The Zhao family's financial chain has completely broken down. If they are forced to liquidate their positions at 3 p.m., the Zhao family will not only lose everything, but will also be burdened with a staggering debt of tens of billions of yuan, which is enough to bring their entire family to ruin!

However, the heavy mahogany door remained tightly shut.

There was no sign of it being opened.

in the office.

Liu Ming leaned back in his leather swivel chair, holding a cup of tea that Chen Momo had just brewed, his expression as calm as a still pond. The desperate pleas for mercy from outside the door seemed unable to penetrate the door, let alone stir even the slightest ripple in his heart.

"If only I had known then what I know now, I wouldn't have done it in the first place."

Liu Ming gently blew away the foam on the tea, a chilling smile curving her lips.

Ten years ago, when Zhao Haiping poisoned his father's teacup, did he ever think of sparing the Liu family's life? In Ningzhou, when Zhao Ruilong sent people to assassinate him, did he ever think of showing leniency?

Just yesterday, when Zhao Ruihu joined forces with comprador capital to try to completely crush the hopes of Nangong Group and Longguo's independent research and development, did he ever think about the retribution that awaited him?

The only way to deal with this kind of venomous snake that has no bottom line is to completely destroy its vital spot.

"Old Chen." Liu Ming put down his teacup and pressed the intercom button on the table.

"Clean up that piece of trash outside that's polluting the environment."

"Yes, boss!"

In the corridor, two burly, stern-faced Dragon Shield special operations team members strode over. They lifted Zhao Ruihu, who was still frantically kowtowing, onto either side of him, as if he were a chick.

"Let me go! I want to see Director Liu! I want to see him!" Zhao Ruihu struggled desperately, kicking his legs wildly in the air.

"Adults must pay the price for their actions." One of the special agents said coldly, twisting Zhao Ruihu's arm behind his back. "Deputy Director Zhao, you are suspected of multiple violations of discipline and law. Comrades from the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection are already waiting for you downstairs. Let's go."

"No--!!!"

With a desperate, piercing scream, Zhao Ruihu was dragged into the elevator. As the elevator doors closed, the chilling sound finally vanished completely.

The corridor fell silent again, but all the cadres who heard those words couldn't help but shiver, feeling a chill seep from their bones straight to the top of their heads.

They knew that the Zhao family was finished. This young man, not even thirty years old, had truly created a huge hole in the capital.

……

It was 3 PM. The stock market closing bell rang precisely on time.

That is the death knell that heralds death.

Unable to replenish the exorbitant margin within the stipulated time, the core assets of the Zhao family, which were pledged to various securities firms, were ruthlessly and forcibly liquidated by the system.

A market value of tens of billions vanished like an avalanche within minutes, turning into a series of cold and despairing green numbers on the screen.

That evening, an explosive news story quickly made headlines in major financial media outlets.

[A business tycoon has collapsed! The Zhao Group has officially filed for bankruptcy reorganization with the court!]

The news reports that all of the Zhao family's luxury villas, private jets, and overseas wineries were sealed off by the court. Those sycophants who once fawned over the Zhao family were now running faster than rabbits, afraid of getting even the slightest bit of bad luck.

Just as everyone was shocked by the fall of this once-mighty crocodile.

The other piece of news was like a depth charge, leaving the entire Chinese business community reeling.

[A small fish swallows an elephant! Nangong Group acquires all of Zhao Group's core assets at an extremely low premium!]

With Liu Ming's superb financial manipulation and powerful information warfare capabilities, Nangong Group not only made a fortune in the short-selling war.

Nangong Yao, with lightning speed, entered the market the moment the Zhao family's assets were liquidated, waving cash and swallowing up several of the Zhao family's most profitable heavy industry and technology companies at incredibly low discounts, which can be described as "dirt cheap".

This move was a textbook example of a defensive counter-attack!

……

The top floor of the Nangong Building in the capital city.

Nangong Yao stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of red wine, overlooking the bustling city.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on her burgundy business suit, perfectly outlining her curves.

At this moment, although her eyes still showed some fatigue from staying up late for several days, her peach blossom eyes shone with an unprecedented, queen-like light that made people dare not look directly at her.

"President Nangong." The CFO knocked and entered, his voice trembling slightly with excitement. "The asset transfer is complete. Based on preliminary estimates, and considering the market benefits brought by this acquisition, the total market capitalization of our Nangong Group..."

He swallowed hard, seemingly unable to believe the data he had calculated.

"...It has already surpassed the 800 billion mark!"

Eight hundred billion! This means that the Nangong Group has completely surpassed all established families and become the undisputed top business empire in the Dragon Kingdom!

And Nangong Yao, with this battle, officially ascended to the top and became the undisputed empress of the Dragon Kingdom's business world!

"Okay, you can go now."

Nangong Yao spoke calmly, as if all of this was expected.

She turned her head and looked at the only group photo on her desk. In the photo, Liu Ming was wearing a faded shirt, with a nonchalant yet incredibly reassuring smile on her lips.

She gently raised her glass, touched it to the photograph, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Liu Ming." A gentle glint appeared in her eyes as she murmured softly, "I accept this wonderful gift you've given me."

"Next, no matter how big a storm you stir up in this capital, I, Nangong Yao, will fight you to the very end."