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

In the city, at the Privy Council office building.

The morning sunlight slanted across the red wall and shone on the heavy, dark red solid wood door.

Inside this building, which represents the decision-making will of Kyushu High, time seems to be fast-forwarded, with a suffocatingly fast pace permeating every corridor.

Liu Ming stood in front of the full-length mirror in her office, leisurely adjusting the cuffs of her shirt.

The man in the mirror has already crossed the threshold of forty.

A few barely noticeable silver strands appeared at his temples, marks left by his ten years of managing the nation's destiny. But his angular face was like obsidian, repeatedly sculpted by the chisel of time, showing no signs of loosening. Instead, it exuded a hardness that made people afraid to look directly at him.

What's most striking is still those eyes.

Profound.

Cold and frigid.

Like two sharp swords hidden deep at the bottom of a cold pool.

The moment one raises their eyes, the wild and sharp aura that once belonged to the "Shura" of the borderlands will pierce through all the pretenses of officialdom and instantly tear the air apart.

"Mr. Liu, this is the agenda for today's meeting."

Chen Momo pushed the door open and came in.

She is now one of the heads of the coordinating committee, dressed in a dark gray business suit, looking capable and solemn. She placed a document on the table, and looking at Liu Ming's tall and straight back, she still felt the same awe she felt when they first met.

This man, though old, is even more terrifying.

Like a mature tiger that has calmed its roar, even if it just stands there quietly, the surrounding air will automatically cool down.

"What's wrong? Everyone looks a bit pale today?"

Liu Ming turned around and casually picked up the enamel mug, which was still half-painted and had become an "antique" in the eyes of many.

"I heard it's about the third phase of the Guanghan Palace expansion project, and the heads of several departments seem to be... hesitant."

Chen lowered his voice, "The funding gap isn't the problem. The main issue is that the technical requirements are too high, and the interference from the West has never stopped. They want to propose... a six-month postponement."

"Postponed?"

Liu Ming chuckled lightly, a faint smile that sent a chill down Chen Momo's spine for no apparent reason.

"In my dictionary, Liu Ming, there is the word 'charge' and the word 'die in battle.' There is no such word as 'postpone.'"

He strode towards the conference room.

His steps were steady.

Every step felt like stepping to the beat of the times.

……

Conference Room 1.

The oval mahogany conference table was filled with top executives from Kyushu's technology, energy, and infrastructure sectors.

Any one of these people could be a figure whose name is on a textbook.

But at this moment, they all had their heads down, some flipping through reports in their hands, others exchanging whispers, the atmosphere heavy and oppressive like an unsolvable knot.

"Thank you, Mr. Liu!"

With a low shout from the guard at the door, Liu Ming stepped inside.

He did not go directly to the head seat.

Instead, he poured himself a cup of hot tea and slowly walked around the conference table.

That kind of silent patrol.

That oppressive feeling, like a top predator surveying its territory.

This made everyone present unconsciously straighten their spines.

Even breathing became a cautious affair.

Liu Ming sat down in the main seat.

With a "clang".

The enamel teacup hit the table.

"I was at the door just now, and I heard people talking about 'postponing'?"

Liu Ming's voice was steady, without any roaring or howling, but the chill that emanated from her very bones instantly froze the entire room.

"Mr. Liu, please let me explain."

Director Zhang, who was in charge of aerospace infrastructure, stood up with a stiff upper lip. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice trembling slightly.

"It's not that we don't want to do it, it's just that the objective conditions are too harsh. The permanently shadowed area at the lunar south pole has temperatures that drop to below -200 degrees Celsius. We've already scrapped twelve of our excavation robots there. If we insist on proceeding on schedule, I'm worried... I'm worried that the cost will exceed the budget by three times, and the safety risks are impossible to assess."

"Yes, Mr. Liu."

Another senior director in charge of supply chain sighed, "While those Western suppliers don't dare to breach contracts openly, they're secretly making moves regarding critical bearings, delaying delivery time and time again. We're looking for alternatives, but that takes time..."

"time?"

Liu Ming raised her head slightly, her gaze sharp as lightning.

That instant.

The fierce, demonic aura between his brows suddenly erupted!

He slammed his hand on the table!

"Bang!!!"

The loud impact echoed violently in the empty conference room!

The shock caused the tea on the table to splash out!

Director Zhang was so frightened that he trembled and fell back into his chair.

"You're talking to me about a time?"

Liu Ming stood up.

He braced himself on the table with both hands, leaning forward. His imposing aura, like a mountain pressing down, made all the bigwigs present feel suffocated.

"Ten years ago, when my father collapsed in that rain, someone told me, 'Justice takes time!'"

"Five years ago, when I was facing an enemy aircraft carrier group in the East China Sea, someone told me that breaking through would take time!"

"Three years ago, when we were working on nuclear fusion, you were sitting right here, telling me it would take time!"

Liu Ming pointed out the window.

Pointing to the clear blue sky, without a trace of gloom.

"The Kyushu of today."

rich.

There is grain.

It has the world's most advanced energy.

"We have the iron will that Elder Lin and his generation laid for us!"

"And the result?"

Liu Ming's eyes turned extremely wild. It was the extreme contempt a soldier would show when facing a deserter.

"You've encountered a few broken-down robots, a few unruly Western stray dogs, and you're already telling me to 'postpone' it?"

"Director Zhang, let me ask you this: if enemy space vehicles land in our lunar mining area tomorrow, are you going to tell them, 'Please give us six months to repair the robots?'"

"Hey, old section chief, are you going to talk to them about the delivery schedule too?"

A series of questions.

Like a machine gun firing in rapid succession.

The beating left the bigwigs red-faced, wishing they could disappear into the ground.

"I'll tell you!"

Liu Ming's voice suddenly rose, revealing an undeniable domineering tone.

"The Kyushu machine."

Now that it's already started spinning...

"Unless I close my eyes, nobody's going to stop it!"

"If there are no robots, we'll dig them out by hand! If materials are stuck, we'll boil them down in the lab! Whoever can't solve the problem can pack their bags and get out! This land of Kyushu has no shortage of talented people who want to serve the country!"

He stared intently at Director Zhang.

Three days.

Within three days.

I want to see new cold-resistant materials enter the production line.

Is it possible to do it?

Director Zhang trembled and instinctively stood at attention. His voice cracked from the extreme tension.

"Yes...I can do it! I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

Liu Ming turned her head and looked at everyone.

His eyes gradually regained that deep, lifeless stillness. But everyone knew that it was the calm before a volcanic eruption.

"We've already won 90% of this game."

"Anyone who dares to slack off in this final stretch, anyone who dares to cower at this crucial juncture."

Liu Ming reached out her hand.

I flicked it lightly on that chipped teacup.

It makes a crisp "ding" sound.

"I'll let him know."

"After ten years, is the 'Shura' sword still as sharp as it used to be?"

……

End of the meeting.

The usually imposing bureau chiefs and chief engineers looked like schoolchildren who had just been scolded.

They didn't even have time to wipe their sweat; each grabbing a notebook, they rushed out of the conference room to issue urgent orders to their departments.

"Quickly! Notify everyone in the lab to cancel their vacations!"

"For that bearing project, even if it's just grinding, you have to grind it to a acceptable quality!"

"General Manager Liu is furious! Anyone who dares to mess things up now will have their whole family sweeping the streets!"

The entire building.

Even the entire industrial and technological system of Kyushu.

At this moment.

It felt like being whipped hard.

It started operating at a crazy, high efficiency.

No one dared to slack off.

Because they knew the man sitting on the top floor.

He wasn't joking.

He really dares to kill.

……

sunset.

Liu Ming sat in her office.

He rubbed his sore shoulders and looked at the family photo on the table.

In the photo.

Three women in their prime, and a child running on the grass.

That was his tenderness.

That's also his bottom line.

"Mr. Gu, it's Mr. Chu (Chu Tiankuo) on the phone."

Chen quietly reminded him.

Liu Ming picked up the teacup.

I took a sip of the tea, which had already gone cold.

That familiar bitterness spread across the tip of my tongue.

Just like that rainy night in Qingyun County back then.

"Let them in."

Liu Ming's voice became calm again.

But that sharpness etched into his very bones still hangs like a blade over the entire land.

They protect this peaceful and prosperous land.

"Secretary, it's me."

"Don't worry, I've taught these lazybones a lesson."

"We're definitely going to the moon."