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

In this bitterly cold winter, the entire Western world felt as if it had been locked in an unheated icebox, shivering in the cold.

Those once unapproachable giants who controlled the global technological lifeline are now like a group of soulless puppets. Thomas of M Group, Pierre of French Energy, and the president of Raytheon Industries who once clamored to lock Kyushu into a chip desert.

They abandoned their so-called "aristocratic dignity" and discarded the "spirit of contract" that they once took pride in.

They scrambled to board the private plane bound for Yancheng, fearing that if they were even a second late, their businesses would be completely wiped out in that unprecedented financial tsunami.

At this moment, Yancheng became the world's only safe haven, and also the only... judge's seat.

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National Development and Reform Commission, top-floor conference room.

The heavy, solid wooden door was tightly shut, and four expressionless Dragon Shield special agents stood at the entrance. Their posture was as straight as pine trees, their eyes as cold as ice, and the bulging silhouettes of their waists made every passing foreign envoy feel a chill run down their spine.

Inside the meeting room, Liu Ming was sipping a bowl of freshly served white fungus and lotus seed soup. Her movements were slow and deliberate, even somewhat elegant.

Opposite him sat an "emergency trade delegation" comprised of representatives from seven countries.

These people, each a powerful figure in international news, were now sitting upright, their palms sweating, their eyes fixed intently on the cup of tea in front of them that had gone cold.

"Director Liu."

Thomas broke the silence first, his voice hoarse and almost ingratiatingly humble, "I think there might have been some... very deep misunderstanding between us."

Liu Ming didn't look up, continuing to drink the soup. "Misunderstanding?" he asked calmly, as if asking about the weather.

"Yes, it's a misunderstanding!"

Pierre quickly chimed in, his face beaming, "That sanctions list was actually the idea of ​​some radicals within our ranks. We've already withdrawn it, and... and we're willing to pay the price for our previous recklessness."

"cost?"

Liu Ming put down his bowl, grabbed a tissue, carefully wiped his mouth, and then looked up. His dark eyes were like a stagnant pool, without the slightest ripple.

"Mr. Pierre, do you know an old saying from the Dragon Kingdom?" "What?"

"—Wanting to be a prostitute while also wanting to maintain a virtuous image."

Liu Ming replied in fluent French.

Pierre's face instantly turned even uglier than a pig's liver. He opened his mouth, but found himself powerless to refute.

"When you cut off our chip supply, you talked about 'national security'."

Liu Ming leaned back in his chair, his fingertips tapping lightly on the table, producing a dull "tap, tap" sound, as if he were knocking on the coffin lids of these people.

"When you blocked our lithography machines, you were talking about 'patent barriers'."

"Now that I've cut off your mining operations and your electricity, you come to talk to me about 'international friendship'?"

Liu Ming laughed, a laugh filled with boundless arrogance and ruthlessness.

"Thomas, go back and tell your leaders to stop putting on an act."

"Want superconducting rare earth elements? Sure."

"Want a high-purity catalyst? That's possible too."

"Even if they want to connect to our digital settlement system to extend their lifespan, that's no problem."

Liu Ming leaned forward slightly, and the oppressive feeling, like a mountain, instantly enveloped the entire conference room.

"However, the rules need to be changed."

Thomas wiped the cold sweat from his brow and asked in a trembling voice, "How do I change it?"

Liu Ming pulled out a pre-prepared agreement from the folder and casually tossed it onto the center of the table. It was a brand-new "Global Technology and Energy Trade Framework Agreement" written entirely in Chinese.

"First, all finished products that use raw materials from China must be assembled within Kyushu. We need a complete industrial chain, not just laborers."

"Second, we will abolish all your discriminatory patent licenses. From now on, the 'Longyuan' architecture will be the sole industry standard. If you want to use it, you will have to pay our licensing fees."

"Third, and most importantly."

Liu Ming stared intently into Thomas's eyes and said, word by word:

"All global energy and high-tech trade must be settled in real time using Kyushu currency."

"What?"

Thomas cried out in alarm, leaping to his feet. "This is impossible! This will completely destroy the foundation of the dollar! This is a war on our financial hegemony!"

"Go to war?"

Liu Ming chuckled, her eyes gradually turning to pity.

"Thomas, you don't seem to understand the situation."

"Hegemony? What do you have left besides those few worthless pieces of paper?"

"Without my rare earth elements, your missiles are just a pile of scrap metal. Without my batteries, your Teslas are just big toys."

Liu Ming pointed out the window, "There are plenty of people queuing outside. If you don't sign, the people behind you will rush to sign."

I'll give you five minutes to think about it.

Liu Ming stood up and straightened his collar, a habitual action before a battle.

"If I don't see the signature in five minutes, then..." Liu Ming leaned close to Thomas's ear, her voice as soft as the wind, yet as heavy as a mountain.

"...All of M Group's assets within the Dragon Kingdom will be seized in accordance with the law."

"I will make sure you don't even take the last piece of land with you."

Deathly silence, a deathly stillness.

Thomas stared at the agreement bearing the golden dragon emblem before him, and at Liu Ming's tall, javelin-like back. His hands trembled violently.

The despair brought on by extreme fear and helplessness made him feel as if he were signing a treaty of national subjugation.

But did he have a choice? Behind him lay a stock market that had already collapsed, and hundreds of thousands of workers facing unemployment. If he didn't sign, the M Group would disappear into the annals of history tomorrow.

"I...I'll sign."

Thomas seemed to have used up all his strength and slumped into the chair.

He picked up the heavy pen and, with trembling hands, wrote his name on the treaty that completely overturned the rules of the world.

Immediately afterwards, Pierre, the president of Raytheon Industries... those giants who were once invincible on the world stage all lowered their heads and signed the agreement with humiliation and helplessness.

What goes around comes around. A hundred years ago, they forced us to sign with their powerful ships and cannons. A hundred years later, Liu Ming used technology and resources to make them understand what true "Eastern rules" really mean.

"very good."

Liu Ming picked up the heavy stack of agreements, a proud smile curving her lips.

He turned around, looked at the group of ashen-faced foreigners, and said calmly:

"Welcome, everyone, to... the Nine Provinces Era."

After saying that, Liu Ming walked out of the conference room without looking back. At that moment, the sun was shining brightly, and golden light shone on the fiery red umbrella of the people.

Liu Ming straightened his back. He knew that in this battle, Kyushu had not only won, but also won back a century of peace and dignity.

"Director, it's done!"

Chen Momo rushed over excitedly, her eyes red-rimmed.

Liu Ming smiled, touched the old photo of her father in her pocket, and murmured to herself.

"dad."

"This golden age has only just begun."