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

In the early winter in the city, the wind already carries a whistling sound that can cut through the skin.

The sky was so overcast it looked like it was about to drip molten lead.

In front of this solemn and dignified building on the West Second Ring Road, the business tycoons who used to be chauffeured in luxury cars and walked with an air of superiority have now become an extremely absurd sight.

Just a few months ago, this place was considered a "backward area" by them.

Back then, they sat in top-floor offices in Silicon Valley or London.

They tapped the keyboard.

They signed the ban.

They attempted to completely stifle the nascent "Longyuan" chip in its infancy by using so-called "technology export controls."

During those dark days, hundreds of high-tech enterprises in China were on the verge of collapse due to supply disruptions.

Countless researchers sat in empty laboratories, staring at the locked system, their eyes red with tears.

Now, these very executioners who once wielded the butcher's knife appear here in an extremely humble and pathetic state.

……

"Mr. Liu! Please see me!"

Thomas, the former president of the once-arrogant international semiconductor giant, M Group.

At this moment, he was kneeling on the blue brick ground outside the gate of the National Development and Reform Commission, disregarding his image.

His $100,000 Savile Row bespoke suit was covered in dust and mud.

Those hands that once commanded the world were now gripping the white marble railing tightly, their knuckles pale from the excessive force.

"We were wrong! We really know we were wrong!"

Thomas pleaded loudly, his face streaked with tears and snot.

"We shouldn't participate in the sanctions! We shouldn't have listened to those politicians' lies!"

"Please, please remove us from that 'restricted trading blacklist'!"

"If we don't continue supplying goods, our company will go completely bankrupt! 300,000 employees will lose their jobs!"

Behind him.

There are also the CEOs of three other multinational companies.

They were once the trendsetters in the global technology industry.

Now, they look like a group of beggars who have lost their souls.

Shivering in the cold wind, they awaited the answer that would determine their life or death.

……

Inside the building, Liu Ming stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor.

He was still holding that enamel mug with half the paint chipped off in his hand.

The aroma of tea filled the quiet office.

He looked down at the figures below, who resembled ants, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

"director."

Chen Momo pushed open the door and walked in, holding a newly printed financial report in her hand.

"The stock prices of M Group, Intel, Qualcomm... all fell below their all-time lows within ten minutes of the market opening."

Chen Momo's voice carried a hint of pleasure.

"Their suppliers have begun to defect completely, scrambling to integrate into our 'Dragon Abyss' ecosystem."

"Now, all it takes is one word from you."

"These once invincible hegemons will become historical terms this afternoon."

Liu Ming took a sip of tea, her gaze deep.

He recalled three years ago.

A startup technology company in China is missing a key sensor interface from M Group.

The brilliant young founder, having exhausted all other options, jumped from the sixteenth floor.

What was Thomas doing at that time?

In a media interview, he mocked the Chinese people for lacking the gene for innovation and saying they were only fit to be low-end contract manufacturers.

He recalled ten years ago.

In that cold office, my father tried every possible avenue to secure funding for the country's chip industry, only to end up disgraced and ruined.

What were these international oligarchs doing at that time?

They held a secret meeting to discuss how to use patent traps to break the technological backbone of China section by section.

……

"People always have to pay the price for their greed and arrogance."

Liu Ming turned around.

His voice was very soft.

Yet it exudes a chilling aura.

"When they cut off our supplies back then, did they think about the unemployed Chinese workers?"

"When they used technological barriers to reap our wealth, did they ever think about fairness?"

"Now."

"We've seen our nuclear fusion energy come online."

"We've seen our carbon-based chips become the global standard."

"They're getting anxious."

"They were scared."

"They knelt down."

Liu Ming put down the teacup.

He walked to the desk and picked up a vermilion pen.

A heavy circle was drawn around that list.

"Tell the security guard at the main gate."

"This is a government agency."

"It's not a shelter."

"If they want to kneel, let them kneel in the martyrs' cemetery."

"Go and kneel before the graves of those 118 miners."

"Go kneel before the memorial tablets of those researchers who were driven to their deaths by them."

"Ask those wronged souls if they are willing to forgive them."

……

Outside the gate.

Thomas was still shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Mr. Liu! We are willing to give up 70% of our shares! We are willing to transfer all our patents to Nangong Group free of charge!"

"I beg you... I beg you to give me a way to live!"

Around them, many passersby and young white-collar workers were taking out their phones to take pictures.

Everyone's face was filled with pride and mockery.

"Look, this is the 'foreign CEO' who used to teach us how to be good people on TV every day."

"What? You're not imposing sanctions anymore? You're not talking about technology having no borders anymore?"

"Director Liu is awesome! These bastards should know who the ruler of this land is!"

……

Just then.

The door to the National Development and Reform Commission creaked open.

Thomas, who had been kneeling on the ground in despair, suddenly had a burst of wild joy in his eyes!

He thought that the man had finally softened.

He believed that the power of capital ultimately forced the other party to compromise.

He scrambled forward, trying to rush through the gate.

However, he was not greeted on a red carpet.

It wasn't even warm coffee.

Instead, they were two expressionless, sturdy security guards from Dragon Shield.

One of the team members.

He was holding a thin piece of paper in his hand.

That was Liu Ming's handwritten reply.

"Mr. Thomas."

The team member's voice was cold and devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"This is our Chief Consultant Liu's reply to you."

Thomas took the paper with trembling hands.

He had originally thought that the time and place of the negotiation would be written on it.

Or perhaps some harsh compensation conditions.

However, on that snow-white paper...

Only eight large characters, written with vigorous strokes and penetrating force.

Each stroke of the pen.

Like a knife, like a sword.

Like a thunderclap that ripped through the sky that night.

"If only I had known then what I know now."

Thomas was stunned.

He stared intently at those eight words.

Each word felt like a heavy hammer blow.

It struck him hard into the depths of his soul.

"No...no..."

He looked up, gazing desperately at the towering building that seemed to reach into the clouds.

Behind that bright glass window.

He seemed to see a blurry figure.

Standing with hands clasped behind their backs.

They coldly watched the end of this old era.

"Mr. Liu... what about our company... our hundreds of thousands of employees..."

Thomas shouted frantically at the building.

The sound echoed across the empty square, yet failed to cause the slightest ripple.

"It's too late."

Inside the building, Liu Ming picked up her teacup again.

He looked out the window at the sky gradually darkening.

His eyes were deep and wild.

"This world."

"It's time to change our way of life."

He turned his head.

He smiled at Xi Wanqing, who was walking in to give her a report.

That smile.

Just like back in Qingyun County.

That young man who had nothing, yet dared to raise his fist against all the injustices in the world.

"Walk."

"go home."

"tonight."

"Let's eat dumplings."

……

That night, the last few pillars of the Western scientific community were broken.

Under the judgment of those eight words.

With a crash, it collapsed.

And it belongs to Kyushu.

That infinitely bright future, free from all shackles.

At this moment, he officially reigns supreme.