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

Outside the auditorium.

The autumn wind carried a sense of desolation, swirling up a few fallen leaves and striking the gleaming leather shoes.

In the past, these politicians and tycoons, dressed in haute couture suits and capable of shaking the national economy with a mere stomp of their feet, would probably have stormed off long ago if left standing in the cold wind for ten minutes. Let alone having to wait in line.

But today, no one dared to leave, not even utter a loud complaint.

"Fuck! We've been waiting for three hours! When is that damn Asian guy finally going to see us?"

An energy minister from a European country irritably tugged at his tie, muttering something under his breath from his purple lips.

"Shh! Keep your voice down!"

The vice minister of commerce from a major country, who had publicly clamored for a "complete decoupling" at international forums, standing in front of him, was so frightened that he quickly turned around and covered his mouth, saying, "Don't drag us down with you if you want to die! Don't you know that yesterday a clueless member of parliament was stripped of his energy purchase quota for the next ten years simply for complaining that the tea was too cold?"

Upon hearing this, the energy minister shuddered, quickly shut his mouth, and stood obediently like a schoolboy who had made a mistake.

The line was very long.

The group included tech oligarchs who, just a few months ago, threatened to sanction China's chip industry, as well as clowns who used to fawn over and criticize China, following the lead of a hegemonic power.

And then there are those Middle Eastern tycoons who originally thought they could control the whole world with just a few oil wells in their hands.

Now, all their arrogance, all their trump cards, and all their so-called "rules" have been burned to ashes in the face of the dark blue light of the "Pangu" nuclear fusion reactor.

Without energy, their factories are just piles of scrap metal; without energy, their cities become ghost towns at night.

Survival was the only thing that could make them abandon their dignity.

"Mr. Smith, look, isn't that the president of Country A?"

In the line, someone pointed at an elderly man in front of them, who was wrapped in a coat and had his neck hunched over, and exclaimed in surprise.

"It's not just him. Look at that guy behind him, isn't he B country's toughest hawkish defense minister? Why is he grinning like a grandson, trying to get close to the Chinese security guards?"

"What goes around comes around."

Smith shook his head with a wry smile. He thought of his two aircraft carriers still stranded in Ningzhou Port, and the white flag he had raised before the world.

That man named Liu Ming, in a way that was almost tyrannical yet irrefutable, utterly crushed the robber logic that had been running through this world for hundreds of years.

"Right now, only China can give us a way out." Smith sighed. "Let's get in line. If we can even get a number, we'll be lucky."

……

Inside a lounge in the Great Hall of the People, Chen Momo was extremely busy.

"Secretary Chen, this is the 'Unconditional Technology Transfer List' submitted by the delegation from Country C. They said that as long as we can get one-thousandth of their fusion power, they are willing to hand over their largest rare earth mine to us for mining."

"Secretary Chen! The special envoy of the Prime Minister of Country D is practically kneeling outside, saying that their country's reserve energy will only last for three days. They beg you to make an exception and arrange a five-minute meeting!"

Top-secret documents, edged in gold and stamped with the national seal, were piled up on the desk like waste paper.

Chen rubbed her aching temples and glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Where were these guys before?"

Chen Momo sneered, his once handsome face now bearing the decisive air of someone long accustomed to power. "Back when you were holding us by the throat, you were all more arrogant than anyone else. Now you know what pain is?"

"First, pick out the list of countries that participated in the sanctions and put it at the very end. Tell them that Chief Advisor Liu is unavailable today. Tomorrow... we'll see how he feels tomorrow."

"Yes!" The subordinate immediately obeyed and left.

……

At this time, Liu Ming, who was regarded as a "savior" by this group of world-class celebrities, was not at the Great Hall of the People at all.

Inside the High-Tech Industry Department of the National Development and Reform Commission, in the office marked with a "Special Advisor" sign but actually the highest-level science and technology and economic coordination center in the entire country.

Liu Ming was wearing a loose wool sweater and was sunk into the large boss's chair.

Before him were not top-secret documents concerning the world order, but a steaming purple clay teapot.

"This tea is still a bit undercooked."

Liu Ming picked up the teacup, took a small sip, and frowned slightly.

"You should be content. This is a little bit of the product that my dad specially obtained from the mother tree in Wuyi Mountain. I can't bear to drink it."

Nangong Yao rolled her eyes at him, annoyed, while she was trimming her nails with a nail file in her hand.

"Seriously, are you really not going to see those people outside? I heard that the head of state of one country has been waiting for three hours. He's a monarch, after all. Isn't it a bit much to leave him standing on the curb like that?"

Although Nangong Yao said that, a gloating smile flickered in her beautiful peach blossom eyes.

"Too much?"

Liu Ming put down his teacup, a cold, sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

"When they smashed open our doors with their powerful ships and cannons more than a hundred years ago, did they think it was excessive?"

"Ten years ago, when they used patent barriers to drive our researchers to the brink of despair, did they think it was excessive?"

"When they sent their aircraft carrier to our territorial waters a few months ago, flexing their muscles, did they think it was excessive?"

Liu Ming stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window, the city bustles with traffic, free from smog and noise, radiating an unprecedented vitality driven by clean energy.

"The fact that I didn't just throw them into the Pacific Ocean to feed the fish is already the greatest mercy I could show."

Liu Ming's voice was calm, yet it exuded an air of domineering arrogance.

"Tell Chen Momo that I'm not seeing anyone today. Have my subordinates negotiate those agreements involving the exchange of core technologies. Those willing to sign, give them a job; those unwilling..."

Liu Ming turned around and smiled at Nangong Yao.

"...Then let them cling to those pieces of scrap metal and slowly wait to die in the dead of winter."

……

That evening.

Those foreign heads of state and business tycoons who had waited all day in the cold wind finally received an ultimatum from the Chinese government.

There was no discussion, no bargaining.

An extremely stringent "Global Energy Sharing and Open Source Technology Agreement," dubbed a "new era unequal treaty," was placed before them.

If you don't sign, you're dead.

Faced with the choice between survival and dignity, these once high-ranking "foreign gentlemen" who controlled the world's destiny chose the former without the slightest hesitation.

With trembling hands, they signed their humiliating names on the agreement drafted in Chinese.

When Chen silently put away the last copy of the agreement.

An era has come to a complete end.

The man who buried the old era with his own hands and created a brand new Eastern order is now sitting under the grape trellis in the courtyard, arguing heatedly with three close female friends about whether to have hot pot or barbecue for dinner, a matter of "national importance".

He wielded immense power, yet lived a secluded life in the city.

This is Liu Ming's true... unparalleled talent.