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

"rule?"

In the top-secret command center of the National Development and Reform Commission, Liu Ming casually tossed a protest letter that had just been faxed from across the Atlantic into the shredder.

"They think they're qualified to talk to me about rules?"

Accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of the machine, the waste paper bearing the UN lettering and filled with so-called "spirit of free trade" and "standards of international law" instantly turned into snowflake-like fragments.

The world has gone mad in the last six months.

The monopoly of the "Longyuan" chip and the complete integration of the "Pangu" nuclear fusion reactor are like two Damocles' swords hanging over the heads of all mankind.

The former "petrodollar" system, faced with unlimited and nearly free clean energy, is as fragile as a sandcastle on the beach, easily shattered by a single wave. Wall Street elites are lining up on rooftops every day, while Middle Eastern tycoons who once wielded international influence with just a few oil wells now have to be beholden to even buy a high-end graphics card made in China.

Technology.

energy.

These two lifelines were firmly in Liu Ming's grasp.

"Boss, Switzerland and Norway can't hold on either." Ghost Hand looked up from behind a bunch of screens flashing green codes, took off his headphones, and his eyes revealed an barely suppressed excitement.

"Their domestic electricity prices have skyrocketed fortyfold, and due to the lack of our core pressure control valves, their old nuclear power plants are at risk of melting down at any time. Just now, their prime minister even called our Ministry of Foreign Affairs directly from his private phone, he was so anxious he was almost crying."

"Getting impatient?" Liu Ming sneered, picked up the enamel mug on the table, blew away the foam, and said, "When you were sanctioning us along with that hegemonic country, even detaining our international students, why weren't you impatient?"

"Tell the Foreign Affairs Department."

Liu Ming's eyes instantly turned as cold as knives.

"not see."

"Let them sign the Global Technology and Energy Access Agreement first. Not a single word should be changed, just as it is."

"But boss..."

Ghost Hand hesitated for a moment, "That agreement... it's too ruthless. If they sign it, they're essentially handing over control of all the country's core infrastructure to the Nangong Group's digital system. That's tantamount to surrendering the country's economic sovereignty!"

"ruthless?"

Liu Ming turned around and looked at the huge world map on the wall.

"Compared to the blood they have sucked from us for the past hundred years, compared to the dollars they have printed with a few pieces of waste paper to reap the fruits of our labor, my agreement is already merciful."

"I want them to know."

"Starting today."

"How does the Earth rotate?"

"It's up to us to decide."

……

Geneva, United Nations Headquarters.

An unprecedented emergency closed-door meeting is underway.

There were no reporters, no live broadcasts, only the top leaders of more than 190 countries, sitting around that large round table like a group of prisoners awaiting sentencing.

The air was so stuffy it was suffocating.

The once imperious president of a superpower, who always sat at the head of the table, now slumped in his chair, looking utterly dejected. His country had seen more than thirty large-scale riots, and the lawn outside the White House had been turned into a garbage dump by workers who had lost their jobs due to factory shutdowns.

"Gentlemen."

The representative from the Dragon Kingdom, a diplomat usually known for his refined manners, stood ramrod straight. He held a thick document in his hand, his eyes radiating an unprecedented confidence and authority.

"This is the 'Framework Agreement on Science and Technology and Energy Allocation for a Global Community with a Shared Future in the New Era,' which was personally drafted by Liu Ming, Special Advisor of my country."

"In short, the Capital Consensus."

The contents of this agreement have been studied countless times on the desks of intelligence agencies around the world.

Every single one.

Every single one.

They were like a sharp scalpel, precisely severing the arteries of the old Western hegemony.

The agreement stipulates that all countries connected to the "Pangu" energy network must relinquish their independent energy pricing power and uniformly use the "Xingxuan" digital currency issued by the Dragon Kingdom for settlement.

The agreement also stipulates that any country that attempts to bypass China's patent pool for underlying technology research and development will be permanently blacklisted and its internet and power will be cut off.

This is hardly an agreement.

This is clearly a photo.

It has put shackles on the whole world.

A contract of servitude!

"I protest!"

The prime minister of a small European country finally couldn't hold back any longer. He stood up abruptly, his face flushed red, and his voice trembling.

"This is hegemonism! This is blatant plunder, even more naked than imperialism! We are a sovereign nation, and we will never accept such humiliating terms that cede our sovereignty!"

He had barely finished speaking.

There were no echoes of agreement as expected in the meeting room.

Even the "superpower" he usually relied on most was like a cowardly turtle, not uttering a single word.

The representative from the Dragon Kingdom was not angry.

He simply looked calmly at the clamoring prime minister, then reached out and tapped lightly on the tablet in front of him.

"Beep—"

A very crisp electronic notification tone.

"Your Excellency the Prime Minister."

The representative from the Dragon Kingdom smiled and said, "According to our system feedback just now, your capital's backup power grid was completely paralyzed three seconds ago due to aging equipment."

"Without the special superconducting cables and power grid dispatch authorization provided by our country."

"Your beautiful capital, tonight."

"We may have to spend this time in darkness."

"What?"

The prime minister was shocked and hurriedly pulled out his encrypted phone.

However, the large "No Signal" sign on the screen was like a resounding slap across his face.

The power is out.

Not only was there no power, but even the communication base stations were paralyzed.

In modern society, what does it mean if a country's capital loses power and communications?

It means chaos, it means riots, it means... the destruction of a nation.

"You...you've committed a terrorist attack!"

The prime minister slumped in his chair, his eyes filled with endless fear.

"No."

The Dragon Kingdom representative's smile vanished, his eyes turning as cold as ice.

"This is just a technical glitch."

"Furthermore, Chief Consultant Liu asked me to pass on a message to everyone."

The representative from the Dragon Kingdom surveyed the entire audience. His voice wasn't loud, but it resonated like thunder in everyone's ears.

"General Manager Liu said."

"The rules of this world have been in chaos for a hundred years."

"In the past, you were the ones who held guns and forced us to follow the rules."

"Now, the gun is in my hands. The technology is in my hands. The energy is in my hands."

"so."

"The rules need to be changed."

The Chinese representative slammed the "Capital Consensus" onto the table.

"sign."

"Or, let's go back to the Stone Age."

"Everyone, choose for yourselves."

……

Dead silence.

A deathly silence.

No one dared to protest anymore, and no one dared to mention "international law" or "free trade" anymore.

In this dog-eat-dog world, when true power arrives, all hypocrisy and protests seem so pale and laughable.

Finally, the president of that once arrogant superpower, with trembling hands, picked up the pen in front of him.

he knows.

When he signed his name.

He and the country he represents will forever lose their right to command on this planet.

"I...sign."

With the first person's compromise.

The dominoes have fallen completely.

More than 190 heads of state lined up to sign their names on the agreement that declared the end of Western hegemony.

Every signature.

All of these represent the end of an old era.

Each stamp.

All of these symbolize the beginning of a new era.

……

The news reached the city.

In the courtyard house.

Liu Ming was lying in a rocking chair, listening to Peking Opera coming from the radio with her eyes closed.

"Master! They signed! They all signed!"

Lin Xiaoxiao rushed in like a little madwoman, waving the list that had just been faxed over, running and jumping with excitement.

"Those foreigners who were always so arrogant are now all behaving like little bastards!"

Nangong Yao and Xi Wanqing also came out, their faces radiating undisguised pride and shock.

They looked at the man lying in the rocking chair, seemingly unconcerned about this news that could shake the universe.

"Liu Ming".

Xi Wanqing walked to his side and said softly, "You did it. You not only changed China, you really... changed the world."

Liu Ming slowly opened her eyes.

He neither cheered nor felt triumphant.

He simply gazed at the azure sky above him, his eyes so profound they seemed to see through to the very end of time.

He reached out and gently took the hands of Xi Wanqing and Nangong Yao.

"Change the world?"

Liu Ming smiled, a smile that held the calm that comes with experience and the serenity of someone who has seen through everything.

"This is how the world is supposed to be."

"I am just..."

"We turned those upside-down black and white facts right."

He stood up.

Looking at the old jujube tree with its lush branches and leaves in the yard.

A gentle breeze blew by.

In the east, the red sun rises.

"Now."

Liu Ming's voice was very soft.

"The world is at peace."