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

This news was like a long-planned Category 12 hurricane, instantly sweeping across the entire Yan City, and then, with unprecedented force, engulfing every corner of the land of Kyushu.

The light in Building 9 of the Central Staff Quarters went out, but all the lights in Yancheng were completely lit up that night.

This is not the end of one person's life. It is the end of an era.

The "comprador era," which entrenched itself in China and used its position to exchange countless core technologies, mineral resources, and even dignity for the digital growth of overseas trust funds, has finally met its most brutal reckoning in this heavy snow.

The great purge has begun.

……

Early morning, in front of the National Development and Reform Commission building.

Before the snow could be cleared, a series of unlicensed black Hongqi sedans had already surrounded the entire building.

Inside the building, all the elevators were temporarily shut down. Infrared sensors flashed wildly in the corridors, their rhythm like the pulse of death.

"Director Zhang, don't bother."

Liu Ming stood at the door of the deputy director of the High Technology Department, his expression cold and stern. He held the issued search warrant in his hand, his eyes calm yet conveying a sense of despair.

Inside the room, Director Zhang, who had been frantically stuffing documents into the shredder, froze, his hand abruptly stopping in mid-air.

"Director Liu... Director Liu, please let me explain. These are all outdated drafts. I was just cleaning out my office..." Director Zhang's voice trembled, and sweat streamed down his well-maintained forehead, soaking the technology transfer contract worth hundreds of millions of US dollars.

"Clean up?"

Liu Ming walked into the office and casually picked up a piece of paper that hadn't been shredded yet.

The text above clearly states: "[Regarding the core architecture of the liquid metal cooling system...]"

"Director Zhang."

Liu Ming leaned closer to him, a cruel smile curving her lips. "Since you enjoy cleaning so much, I'll take you to an even cleaner place. There, you'll have plenty of time to slowly 'clean up' all the dirty things you've done over the past twenty years."

"take away!"

Liu Ming waved his hand coldly. Two members of the Dragon Shield Security team stepped forward and, without any further words, grabbed Director Zhang's shoulders.

Such scenes were commonplace in Yancheng that day.

……

The Ministry of Finance, the Ministry of Science and Technology, the Ministry of Commerce, and even some top think tanks that claim to be engaged in "friendly exchanges between China and foreign countries."

The "shadow list" that Liu Ming personally completed became a series of death warrants.

Everyone on the list, regardless of rank or background, had their doors knocked on that morning.

That was a thorough "clean-up" in the history of Chinese officialdom.

All the comprador forces that depend on Qian Lao and use their "shadow" power to seek rent are like a group of cockroaches that cannot be exposed in the light, and they have nowhere to hide under the bright light.

Those tycoons who once commanded the dinner table and decided the destination of hundreds of billions of dollars were now hanging their heads, and were stuffed into dark prison vans before they could even put their pants on properly.

"Boss, the outer perimeter is almost cleared."

Through the headset, Ghost Hand's voice conveyed extreme exhaustion, yet also a frenzied excitement.

"Within Yancheng, all sixty-eight coordinates on the list have been marked in red. Those attempting to transfer assets have been intercepted at the border. Those attempting to destroy evidence were also apprehended by our people before the server was destroyed."

"Did you miss one?"

Liu Ming stood by the window of the command vehicle, watching the dawn light gradually appear outside.

"No, even the underground bank that helped them launder money had its doors kicked open by a tank."

Liu Ming let out a long breath, and the resentment that had been building up in his chest for thirty years finally dissipated completely at this moment.

He seemed to see that figure falling in the drizzle ten years ago, and he whispered in his heart, "Dad." "Those cannibals and blood-drinking beasts have all gone to apologize to you."

……

The cleaning lasted a full week.

This week, the air in Yancheng was heavier than ever before, but also fresher than ever before.

The gloom and bureaucratic atmosphere that had hung over various ministries like a persistent haze has completely disappeared.

In the past, getting one thing done required visiting ten departments and getting thirty official seals. Behind each seal, there might have been a "stomach" that needed to be fed.

Now, all those greedy "stomachs" have been removed.

Young, energetic, and truly motivated cadres were promoted to important positions on the spot. Research projects that had been suppressed due to a lack of connections began to sprout and grow wildly, like seeds that had encountered rain in spring.

Liu Ming walked down the corridor of the National Development and Reform Commission. The office doors on both sides were wide open, and the sounds of heated discussions and rapid keyboard clicks could be heard from inside.

No one would secretly gossip about his age anymore. No one would dare to outwardly comply with his wishes while inwardly defying him.

Those old hands who used to avoid him like the plague now stand up straight when they see him, their eyes filled with awe and a kind of...rebirth-like gratitude.

Because it was this young man who, in the most violent yet cleanest way, made room for those of them who truly wanted to do something.

……

In the evening, Liu Ming arrived at Old Lin's courtyard house.

The snow in the courtyard had not yet melted. Old Lin, dressed in a thick cotton robe, was sitting on the porch, watching the fading red glow on the horizon.

The old man looked serene; the tension that had been building up for decades because of "his" presence finally eased.

"Xiao Ming."

Old Lin turned around, looked at Liu Ming who had pushed the door open and entered, and waved her over, "Come here and sit with Grandpa for a while."

Liu Ming walked over and sat on the bamboo chair next to the old man. He didn't say anything, but just quietly kept the old man company as he watched the sunset.

"It's truly dawn now."

Old Lin took a deep breath of the chilly air. "In my life, I've killed Japanese soldiers, fought against Chiang Kai-shek, and seen off countless old comrades. I thought that in my old age, I would go to my coffin with this regret."

The old man grabbed Liu Ming's hand with great force, the calluses on his palm rubbing against the back of Liu Ming's hand.

"It's you."

"It was you, kid, who helped us sweep all the dirty things out of the house."

"grandfather."

Liu Ming smiled slightly, her eyes clear. "This is just the beginning. After sweeping the dust out of the house, the next task is to build a fence around the yard."

"A fence?" Old Lin raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, we need to let the wolves outside know that not only will they not be able to eat it, but they will also have to pay a price for even smelling it."

Liu Ming stood up, the sunlight casting a long shadow of him that stretched all the way to the red wall that had witnessed countless historical events.

The previous image was gone from him; in its place was an extremely profound and weighty... aura.

"good!"

Old Lin slammed his hand on the armrest and burst into laughter, "Go! Go fix your fence! Go be your national hero!"

"My old bones."

"I'll be waiting for you right here in this courtyard."

"Look at the foundation you've brought back for our nation... a foundation for ten thousand generations!"

……

Liu Ming stood on the street after leaving the Lin family compound.

Streetlights lit up one after another, traffic converged into a golden sea, and people's faces beamed with longing for the future.

Liu Ming tightened his collar and stepped into the crowd. His steps were very steady and his eyes were very bright.

He knew that the outside world was still turbulent and unpredictable, and that the Western giants, unwilling to accept defeat, were still sharpening their knives.

so what?

Now, he has the support of the people behind him and the technology that holds the key to the future in his hands. Beneath his feet lies this red earth, now cleansed and scorching hot.

"Old Chen, let's go."

Liu Ming opened the car door and smiled at her reflection in the rearview mirror.

"Where to, Director?"

"Go to the High Technology Division." Liu Ming closed her eyes, a confident smile curving her lips.

"We have to give it to those foreigners who haven't woken up yet."

"Prepare a little more..."

"...A small shock."

"Alright!" Old Chen stepped on the gas, and the black Hongqi sedan sped off towards the dazzling lights.

"Director, tomorrow's meeting..." "Do it my way."

"If anyone has a problem with this, let him come find me directly!"