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

The wind blows from the end of the East China Sea, carrying the salty smell of the sea, as well as a powerful aura emanating from the ancient land that is enough to make the world tremble.

Ningzhou Port, which was once only responsible for handling primary industrial products, has now become a "pilgrimage site" most revered by the global technology community.

On the seemingly endless container terminal, heavy cargo ships bearing the golden "Longyuan" logo are slowly departing from the port.

These cargo ships are no longer carrying cheap clothes and plastic toys, but intelligent servers equipped with a domestically produced 7-nanometer carbon-based architecture, with performance that surpasses the world's best, high-precision medical devices, and hydrogen-powered autonomous vehicles that represent the future of travel.

The heart of every device beats with that "spirited core" that belongs to Kyushu.

There was a time when Western business tycoons could sit in their Silicon Valley offices and, with just a flick of their fingers, paralyze Kyushu's factories instantly by "remotely locking" or "suspending authorization."

Back then, in their eyes, Kyushu was nothing more than a huge "factory" that could be harvested at any time. But now, all the rules have been shattered by that man named Liu Ming in an almost tyrannical manner.

"Performance is 30% better than theirs."

"The price is only half of theirs."

"Most importantly, we don't impose any political conditions."

These three sentences became the invincible code for Kyushu manufacturing to sweep the world. Those third-party countries that had to sign "hegemonic terms" to please Western giants are now waving Kyushu currency and queuing up to grab goods at Ningzhou Port like madmen.

In this chilly winter, the technological myth of the West, built over a century, has been utterly transformed into an absurd joke.

……

Yancheng, Airport.

A jet-black, unpainted private plane slowly landed on the runway. The burn marks on its fuselage, left by the high-speed flight, told the story of the hardships and dangers of its journey across the ocean.

Liu Ming stepped off the gangway.

He was still wearing that black tactical trench coat, collar turned up.

Although his eyes betrayed a hint of weariness, the chilling killing intent he carried from the carnage, strong enough to freeze the air, made the area within ten meters a forbidden zone where no one dared to approach.

On this trip abroad, he brought back not only the signed "New Era Trade Agreement," but also several "black hearts" lurking in the shadows, attempting to hinder Kyushu's rise.

"Director Liu, thank you for your hard work."

Shen Congwen quickly came forward. This usually composed secretary had tears of emotion glistening in his eyes at this moment.

"It's not hard work."

Liu Ming patted the black briefcase containing the top-secret files in her arms, her voice hoarse, "As long as we bring the stuff back, it's all worth it, no matter how much blood we shed."

"The car is ready; let's go straight into the Red Wall."

Shen Congwen gestured for him to enter, saying, "I waited for you there all night without closing my eyes."

……

Half an hour later, on the upper floor, in that mahogany office that was always filled with smoke.

Sitting behind that large desk, in front of him was an internal report about the "new global trade pattern" that had just been sent back from the Foreign Affairs Office.

The fingers tapped lightly on the table, each sound like the pulse of the times.

"Report!" Liu Ming stood at the door, straightened his chest, and gave the most solemn military salute of his life.

"Come in."

He raised his head, and the moment his eyes, which had seen so much of life, saw Liu Ming, all his authority and defensiveness melted away. In their place was a kind of loving and gratified look, like that of an elder seeing a triumphant grandchild.

"Good lad, you're finally back."

He stood up, walked around the desk, and grabbed Liu Ming's hand without regard for his status.

His hands were large and calloused, the result of years of war; Liu Ming's hands were cold, brought back from the chilly laboratories on the high seas. Their hands clasped tightly together—a meeting across time and space between two generations of pillars of Kyushu.

"Sit down, and tell me, how did those foreign dignitaries beg you this time?"

He pointed to the rattan chair opposite him, a mischievous smile on his face.

Liu Ming sat down and accepted the warm tea that Shen Congwen handed her. "They have no choice but to ask," Liu Ming said, taking a sip of tea and curving his lips into a wild yet profound smile.

"Thomas was practically kneeling at the negotiating table. He told me that if the material supply wasn't restored, the M Group would have to declare bankruptcy next month. I told him that if they wanted the materials, they had to remove all their patent barriers in Southeast Asia. From then on, as long as it met our Chinese standards, they would have to pay according to the rules."

"Did that old fox sign it?"

He leaned forward, his eyes burning.

"Sign it or not, he won't be able to leave that office."

Liu Ming took out the thick treaty with a gold dragon head emblem from her briefcase.

"Secretary, in this battle, we not only won back the technology, but also the right to set the rules for the next hundred years."

He took the heavy agreement and flipped through it page by page. Each page seemed like a release for the 118 wronged souls of miners in Jiangnan Province, and each page seemed like an echo of the idealists of his father Liu Jianguo's generation.

"Okay...okay!"

He slapped his thigh suddenly, tears streaming down his face. "If Jianguo could see this scene, he would be laughing out loud even in the afterlife."

The old man slowly stood up, walked to the window, and outside the window was the vibrant city of Yan. In the distance, there was the vast land of Kyushu, no longer bound by any shackles.

"Xiao Ming, do you know?"

He looked at the rising sun on the horizon, his tone becoming more solemn than ever before.

"Our nation has been suppressed for far too long."

"While we were toiling in the soil, they were playing with powerful ships and cannons; while we were tightening screws in factories, they were playing with chips and dollars."

He turned his head and looked at Liu Ming, his eyes filled with the weight of entrusting the country to someone.

"It was you, child, who used a scalpel to cut off their bloodsucking hand."

"It was you who gave all of us in Kyushu the courage to challenge the world."

Liu Ming stood up and stood beside the old man, also looking up at the golden sky.

At this moment, not far away in the sky, a sixth-generation aerospace fighter jet developed by China and equipped with a completely independent core is cutting through the sky, leaving a long trail of white smoke.

That was proof of power and a declaration of sovereignty.

"Secretary, I've only just begun."

Liu Ming's voice was deep, yet it carried an undeniable power.

"I will lead them all the way to the end."

Although the sun has sunk below the horizon, for this ancient people, this is the true dawn.

That night, within the red walls of Yancheng, lights shone brightly, and every corner of the land celebrated.

Because everyone today, amidst the overwhelming news reports, has come to see an irreversible fact.

That nation, once considered the "sleeping lion of East Asia," is no longer awake. It has truly taken flight!

Its goal is no longer that barren land, but the vast and boundless sea of ​​stars.

"Director, what's our next step?" Shen Congwen asked in a low voice at the door.

Liu Ming straightened her trench coat, her eyes as sharp as ever.

"Go to the lab."

"Before they can react, we need to get the draft of 'Dragon Abyss' II."

"Since we're going to fly..."

"Then let's send it flying to the highest point!"

Golden sunlight ripped through the clouds, and a giant dragon roared, its voice shaking the ages.