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

Times Square, New York.

As the cold autumn wind swept across the streets of Broadway, a face that would capture the attention of all humanity was flashing on the giant Nasdaq screen.

It was a profile that looked too young.

Deep eyes, a cold and aloof profile, the backdrop of the faintly visible Great Wall of Kyushu, and a carbon-based chip emitting a chilling blue light in the laboratory.

The most important cover of the year for Time magazine has been officially released to the world.

The cover features only a single, simple yet striking line of large black text.

—Liu Ming: The Eastern Dragon That Changed the World.

This magazine, once regarded as a "bible of thought" by the Western elite, today announces an indisputable fact to the world in an almost "submissive" manner.

The technological myth that had lasted for a century and was defined by the West collapsed completely at this moment.

……

Silicon Valley, Santa Clara, Intel headquarters, top-floor secret meeting room.

The room was dimly lit, with only the faint blue light emanating from the projector illuminating the white faces filled with dejection and despair.

The person sitting here is the true master of the global semiconductor industry, a bigwig who once formulated Moore's Law and controlled the progress of human digital civilization.

But now, looking at the comparative data on the screen, they felt as if they were seeing a death notice.

"Is this what they call 'Dragon Abyss'?"

Intel CEO Smith's voice trembled as he pointed to the exponentially jumping performance curve on the screen, his tone revealing a deep-seated sense of powerlessness.

"Three nanometers in size, carbon-based architecture. The clock speed reaches a terrifying 10GHz, and... the heat output is only one-third of our latest generation product?"

"This is witchcraft!"

Another executive slammed his fist on the table and roared hysterically, "This simply defies the laws of physics! The limits of silicon-based chips are there! How could they possibly have achieved a generational leap from silicon to carbon-based chips in such a short time?!"

"common sense?"

An elderly man with white hair, seated at the head of the table, slowly removed his glasses. He was a Nobel laureate and one of the most respected figures in Silicon Valley.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with endless sorrow.

"Our common sense is worthless in front of that man named Liu Ming."

The old man sighed. His voice echoed in the deathly silent office.

"He is not only a brilliant strategist, but also a magician who can see the next fifty years."

"While you're still fixated on the precision of lithography machines, he has already bypassed the physical limits of lithography machines and reconstructed the underlying logic of chips using the I Ching algorithm. He's not racing against us; he's...recreating the track."

"Gentlemen."

The old man looked at the executives who were still angry and questioning, and said, word by word.

"Admit it."

"In this field, we have completely fallen behind Kyushu."

Moreover, this backwardness is permanent.

……

A similar scene is playing out simultaneously in Europe, in the East, and in every corner of the world that once prided itself on being a "technological high ground".

Wailing cries filled the air.

They used to think that the Chinese were only good at copying and only good at exchanging cheap labor for meager processing fees. They arrogantly believed that as long as they held a few patents and controlled a few machines, they could succeed.

That ancient Eastern power will forever remain stuck at the very bottom of its industrial chain.

This arrogance, ingrained in their very being, has persisted for a century.

But who could have imagined that the man named Liu Ming, in just a few short years, would use an iron rod called "Dragon Abyss" to completely shatter their magnificent technological temple!

……

In the city, on the rooftop terrace of the National Development and Reform Commission building.

Liu Ming was leaning against the railing, holding the newly delivered copy of Time magazine in his hand. Looking at the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar image of himself on the cover, a faint, even self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips.

"Hey, Liu the Great Hero, you're a global icon now!"

Nangong Yao, dressed in a fitted black leather jacket and high heels, strode over from behind. She snatched the magazine from Liu Ming's hand, and looking at the handsome profile on the cover, her peach blossom eyes were full of undisguised pride and teasing.

"Tsk tsk, this photo is so handsome! That gaze, that aura, I want to hide you away so those foreign women can't see you."

"It's just a piece of paper."

Liu Ming turned her head and looked down at the bustling street below, her eyes revealing a calmness that came after experiencing many trials.

"This thing used to be used to flatter them, but now they're using it to fawn over us, which means they're really scared."

"It's more than just fear!"

Nangong Yao giggled and took Liu Ming's arm.

"Did you know that just now, the CEOs of those tech giants on Nasdaq jointly wrote a petition to our embassy in the United States?"

"I request that you, Director Liu, grant them an opportunity for a 'technical dialogue.'"

"They are willing to open up all their patent databases in exchange for a spot in our 'Longyuan' ecosystem."

"Begging for mercy?"

Liu Ming raised an eyebrow.

"It's begging on your knees."

Nangong Yao corrected her.

"Especially that Thomas, he's been posting ancient Chinese poems from Kyushu on Twitter every day, and he even says he must have been a Chinese in his past life. It's hilarious."

Liu Ming watched the setting sun gradually sinking on the horizon. The evening glow was like fire, illuminating most of the city in a golden splendor.

The humiliation of being technologically blocked, humiliated, and held hostage finally dissipated in the gentle breeze across this vast land.

"Yao Yao".

Liu Ming suddenly spoke, his voice deep and powerful.

"Do you know?"

"My father wrote something similar in the plan they destroyed back then."

Liu Ming's gaze became distant, as if piercing through time and space, seeing that figure writing furiously in the rainy night.

He said that the civilization of Kyushu is a pride that comes from the very core of its being. This pride is not about being superior to anyone, but about having a knife in hand and a sword at the waist when others want us to kneel down.

"Now."

Liu Ming slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

"I forged this sword for him."

Nangong Yao held Liu Ming's hand tightly. She could feel the breathtaking passion hidden beneath this man's calm exterior.

"yes."

Nangong Yao said softly.

"A century-old myth, reduced to ashes. Liu Ming, you did it."

Just then, the elevator doors opened, and Chen Momo rushed over, her face filled with unprecedented excitement.

"Director! General Manager Nangong!"

"A call from the council! The bigwigs are waiting for you!"

"Secretary Shen said."

"The big boss wants to personally give it to you..."

"...Rectify the name!"

Liu Ming straightened up and casually tossed the magazine, which represented the highest praise in the West, into the trash can next to him.

He doesn't need the approval of other countries. He is the approval of Kyushu itself.

"Let's go."

Liu Ming straightened her collar. Her eyes sharpened again.

"Go see the old men."

"By the way." "Tell them."

"This round."

"We not only won."

"us."

"I want more..."

"...to determine the fate of the world!"

The sunlight cast his shadow long, stretching all the way to the base of that sacred red wall.

A century of technological arrogance vanished with that sound of footsteps fading into the distance.

It was utterly crushed.

"Liu Ming, slow down, wait for me!" Nangong Yao smiled and chased after her.

"Commander Liu, your tie isn't tied properly yet!"

Chen Momo was also shouting from behind.

The wind blew across the terrace, turning the last page of the magazine in the trash can.

There was a line of small print there:

"The golden age of the East has officially begun."