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

Chapter 588 Pointing Out the Country in the City

In the city, the fog had not yet completely dissipated in the early morning.

The jet-black Hongqi sedan, its paint even treated with light-absorbing materials, came to a steady stop in front of that solemn building on the West Second Ring Road.

Liu Ming got out of the car.

He wore a sharp black trench coat today, the collar turned up. His leather boots clattered rhythmically on the white marble steps.

holiday.

ended.

Although he is now nominally only a "supreme special advisor," the moment he stepped into the building, the previously noisy lobby instantly fell into a deathly silence.

All the officials who were hurrying along, regardless of their rank, stopped abruptly the moment they saw that face, as if frozen in place.

then.

Stand tall, tuck in your stomach, and give a respectful look.

That kind of awe is etched into one's very bones.

Even though Liu Ming isn't currently holding that official seal that symbolizes power, everyone knows that if he simply signs his name in the blank space of a report, it carries more weight than any official document from the central government.

Liu Ming kept her eyes straight ahead.

He walked straight into the elevator and went directly to the top floor office, which was regarded as the "brain of China's technology".

……

"Director, you're finally back."

Chen Momo was already waiting at the door. She was now the head of the High-tech Zone, but every time Liu Ming returned to the city to work, she would come over without fail to continue acting as the most considerate "housekeeper".

"You must have accumulated quite a bit of work while I was away, right?"

Liu Ming pushed open the door, and a cool, refreshing scent of ink wafted out.

He walked behind the large mahogany desk.

on the table.

The mountain of folders made him rub his temples.

None of these documents are simple.

Each document was stamped with a red seal indicating "Top Secret" or "Special Grade." The senders were incredibly diverse: from global digital bank headquarters to lunar base construction command centers, and even once-arrogant Western multinational giants now lining up to beg for mercy.

Liu Ming sat down.

In that instant, the leisurely air about him, the air of someone feeding fish and strolling around in a courtyard house, completely vanished.

Instead, there is a terrifying aura as heavy as a mountain and as deep as an abyss.

He casually flipped open the first document.

That's about the resource allocation plan for the third phase of the "Nantianmen" space strategy.

"Due to the higher-than-expected extraction of helium-3, the volatility in the global energy market has increased."

Chen Momo quietly reported from the side.

"Those countries that used to rely on selling coal and oil for their livelihood are now going crazy. They want us to relax the quotas or provide some form of 'survival allowance'."

Liu Ming looked at the data in the report.

He picked up the heavy fountain pen and, without hesitation, drew a sharp line between "grant" and "reject".

"subsidy?"

Liu Ming sneered, his voice exuding an air of domineering arrogance.

"Tell them that Kyushu doesn't support idlers. If they want quotas, they'll have to trade them for the operating rights to their core ports. If they refuse, then let them rot in the 20th century with their piles of useless crude oil."

Just a few simple words.

cruel.

overbearing.

But it directly struck at the opponent's vital point.

Next.

Liu Ming entered that extremely abnormal work state.

He flipped through the documents at lightning speed, spending almost only three seconds on each page. It was a perfect combination of his Imperial Engineering's top-tier logic and his "Dragon Fang" reconnaissance instincts.

"Proposal on Restricting Certain Hostile Forces from Accessing the Quantum Communication Network" - Signed.

"Decision on Imposing a Second Round of Additional Tariffs on Technology in the Sunset Empire" - Approval.

"A Concept for Establishing a Financial Clearing Center for a New Global Order" - Read.

……

Time passed second by second.

The only sounds in the office were the rustling of papers turning and the occasional tapping of Liu Ming's fingertips on the table.

In this space of less than fifty square meters.

Every stroke of Liu Ming's pen.

Each stroke.

It's like placing one chess piece after another on this chessboard called Earth, each piece capable of triggering a tsunami.

3 PM.

A foreign man in a suit, looking extremely flustered, knocked on the door and came in.

That was the highest-ranking business representative of the "Western Alliance" stationed in the city, a big shot who once made waves on Wall Street, but now he looked like a primary school student waiting to be scolded in the principal's office.

"Advisor Liu...Regarding the $300 billion in breach of contract damages, our parliament is still discussing it..."

The representative spoke broken Chinese, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Liu Ming did not look up.

He was staring at a parameter report about a "gravitational wave detector".

"discuss?"

Liu Ming replied calmly, her voice perfectly steady.

"My patience only lasts twenty-four hours. If by this time tomorrow, that money hasn't reached the Nangong Group's hedging account..."

Liu Ming finally raised her head.

Those deep black eyes stared directly at the other person.

In that instant, he felt as if his soul had been pierced by two red-hot blades, and his whole body trembled involuntarily.

"...Then I'll assume you intend to use your last remaining gold reserves to pay this penalty. In that case, it won't be cargo ships going to pick up the goods, but my 'Black Bird' fleet."

"Understood! I...I'll call back home right away!"

The representative was terrified.

He bowed hastily and practically ran backwards out of the office.

he knows.

Liu Ming was not joking.

That man, if he can say it, he can definitely do it.

……

evening.

Liu Ming finished processing the last pile of documents.

He stretched, and his bones crackled and popped.

He turned his head and looked out the window at the city lights that were gradually coming on.

Under this dazzling light, the global financial markets, the technology sector, and even the political games between countries are now engulfed in an unprecedented storm because of the few words he just wrote on those documents.

Because he raised the output threshold for "fusion energy", the three major Western stock markets all plummeted five minutes ago, with a drop of more than 10%.

Because he vetoed the export of a certain core material, the defense laboratory of a certain superpower is probably in an uproar.

To give directions on the state of affairs.

With great confidence and ambition.

This sense of power, this feeling of controlling the direction of human civilization, is enough to drive any mortal mad.

But Liu Ming's eyes held only a sense of utter indifference, as if she had seen through the vicissitudes of life.

"Director, Director Lu (Lu Chen) would like to invite you to a casual meal. He said it's about the next quarter's Grand Council meeting and he'd like to meet with you beforehand," Chen Momo reminded him from the side.

Liu Ming shook her head.

He picked up the car keys from the table, a gentle smile curving his lips.

"Tell my senior brother I'm not going tonight. My family made some stuffed pancakes, and they'll get cold if I go too late."

Chen Momo paused for a moment, then laughed along with him.

To outsiders, he is a patriot who can turn the tide with a flick of his wrist, a special forces king who makes the whole world tremble.

But in the courtyard house outside the red walls, he was just an ordinary man who would argue for half a day with three women about the "ultimate problem" of who should wash the dishes.

Liu Ming picked up her faded old handbag and strode out of the office.

He passed by his subordinates who were still working late into the night. He passed by their eyes filled with awe.

His steps were light yet firm.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ocean.

Countless financial giants watched the green curve on the screen drop almost vertically.

It let out a series of desperate cries.

"Who did it? Who on earth did it?"

"It's that man."

"that……"

"...a man sitting in an office in the capital, drinking tea."

Liu Ming closed the car door and straightened her collar in front of the mirror.