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

The globally watched press conference ended with Liu Ming tearing up the Western sanctions list on the spot.

"Since you don't want to do business according to the rules of civilization, then from today onwards, the Dragon Kingdom will close all exports of rare superconducting minerals to member states of the 'Alliance'."

"Not even an ounce."

Liu Ming's words were like pouring a ladle of ice water into a boiling oil pan.

Western stock markets were hit with a "nuclear-level" circuit breaker as soon as they opened. Those tech oligarchs who were clamoring to cripple China just yesterday were completely dumbfounded as they watched their precision production lines forced to shut down due to a lack of key raw materials.

Choking each other? Okay. Let's see who suffocates first.

Meanwhile, within China, the previously panicked business community quickly regained its composure after Liu Ming's swift and decisive "backup supply chain" was activated. The Nangong Group, through its dozens of covertly established offshore ports worldwide, continuously shipped alternative materials back to the country.

This war without gunfire has entered a fierce stalemate.

……

"call--"

In the city, a courtyard house.

Liu Ming leaned back in the rattan chair and let out a long breath.

For a whole month, he was like a tireless supercomputer, sleeping only three hours a day, shuttling between various ministries, the military, and countless business meetings. He forcefully tore a bloody yet vibrant opening in this massive iron curtain of sanctions.

"Take a break. Even the strongest body can't withstand this kind of strain."

Xi Wanqing walked over carrying a bowl of calming soup. Today she was wearing a loose-fitting home dress, shedding the coldness of the "ice goddess" and gaining a more charming gentleness.

"Yes, Master, didn't the higher-ups approve a month-long leave for you?"

Lin Xiaoxiao peeked out from the kitchen, holding a half-eaten apple. Ever since she was recruited, this girl had made this courtyard her base.

"Let's go back to Jiangnan."

Nangong Yao had also sat down in the courtyard at some point, swirling a glass of red wine in her hand, her eyes somewhat unfocused.

"The headquarters building in Ningzhou has been completed, and... I also want to go back and see the place where we fought together."

Looking at these three women, each with a distinct style yet equally stunning beauty, Liu Ming felt a warmth in her heart.

Yes. We should go back and take a look.

He stood up, stretched, and his bones cracked and popped.

"Let's go." "Let's go home."

……

Three days later, in Qingyun County, Jiangnan Province.

The late autumn sun shines on the wide asphalt road.

This place is no longer the impoverished county it once was, filled with mud pits and coal dust. Rows of brand-new resettlement houses have sprung up, and in the distance, wind turbines turn slowly under the blue sky. Those once smoky and polluted black-hearted mines have now been transformed into beautiful ecological parks.

A low-profile black Coaster minibus slowly drove into the county town.

Liu Ming did not notify anyone; he didn't want to make a big show of it.

But in this world, there are no secrets that stay hidden forever, especially for "Liu Qingtian," who once held absolute power in Qingyun County and then personally exposed the truth behind the scandal.

The car was forced to slow down as soon as it passed the tollbooth.

"What's going on? Is there a traffic jam?"

Zhang Dapao (former deputy mayor of Linjiang City, now retired and living with Liu Ming) peeked forward with his round head.

"No...it's not a traffic jam, boss."

The tank driver's voice suddenly became trembling.

Liu Ming pulled back the curtains on the car window and looked outside.

Even a seasoned soldier like him, who wouldn't even blink an eye in the midst of gunfire, was deeply...shocked by the scene before him.

The ten-mile-long street was deserted as everyone emptied out.

The roadside was packed with people, a sea of ​​black, without any organization, colorful flags, or anyone maintaining order. They stood quietly on both sides of the road, their eyes filled with the simplest and purest gratitude.

There were elderly people with white hair, leaning on canes, struggling to straighten their backs with the help of their grandchildren. There were workers in neat overalls, still holding their safety helmets from their recent shifts.

And those villagers who had once cried in despair because they had nowhere to appeal now had genuine smiles on their faces.

Someone shouted from the crowd.

"Director Liu is back!"

The sound was like a boulder being thrown into a calm lake.

"Whoosh—!"

There were no slogans, only applause, which quickly gathered from a few scattered points into a thunderous roar that shook the heavens!

"Judge Liu! You're finally back!"

An old farmer with a weathered face suddenly stepped through the crowd and knelt down in front of the minibus, holding a basket high in his hand, filled with fresh peanuts that he had just dug up from his own field.

"If it weren't for you taking down those bastards like Wang Bancheng back then, our village would still be drinking poisoned water! Director Liu, this is a small token of our appreciation, please accept it!"

"parking."

Liu Ming's voice was a little hoarse.

The car door opened, and Liu Ming got out. He wasn't wearing a suit, just a faded old jacket.

He quickly walked up to the old farmer, helped him up, and looked at the old farmer's calloused hands, Liu Ming's eyes welled up with tears.

"Fellow villager, get up quickly, this won't do."

"Of course! How could you not!" The old farmer gripped Liu Ming's hand tightly, tears streaming down his face. "You are our benefactor in Qingyun County! In this life, we will only ever acknowledge your kindness!"

The crowd erupted in excitement, with countless villagers rushing forward, frantically stuffing bags of local specialties, baskets of eggs, and even homemade shoe soles into the vehicle.

Xi Wanqing, Nangong Yao, and Lin Xiaoxiao also got out of the car. Seeing this shocking scene, the three women, who had seen a lot in their lives, all had tears in their eyes.

This is the true will of the people, which is more shocking and priceless than any dazzling political achievement or any expensive jewel.

Liu Ming did not refuse the villagers' enthusiasm. He took the basket of peanuts with the fragrance of soil, his eyes sweeping over the smiling faces full of vitality and hope around him, and then looking at the neat factory buildings and wide streets in the distance.

The mess from back then has finally been transformed.

He took a deep breath of the fresh, cool autumn air, turned his head, looked at his three close female friends beside him, and a genuine smile appeared on his lips.

"It was worth it."

Liu Ming murmured softly, "The blood I've shed and the life I've risked these past few years, it was all fucking worth it."

However, at this heartwarming and touching moment of reunion.

"Beep—" The top-secret cell phone in Liu Ming's pocket emitted an extremely piercing alarm sound.

This is no ordinary phone call; it's a "red hotline" directly connected to the desk of a top leader.

Liu Ming's eyes sharpened instantly.

He walked to the side and answered the phone.

"Xiao Liu."

On the other end of the phone, the leader's voice was unusually solemn, and even carried a hint of unconcealed fatigue.

"Holiday canceled."

"We need to get back to the city immediately, we're in big trouble."