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

Thunder and rain, all are the emperor's grace.

Although Liu Ming had thoroughly berated the group of young returnees at the meeting, almost crushing their self-esteem, his expectations for these young people were actually higher than anyone else's.

For the past ten years, he has carried too much on his shoulders alone.

From the illegal mines in Qingyun County to the financial strangulation in Ningzhou, and then to the undercurrents in the central government, he was like a tireless war machine, smashing the stumbling blocks on the road to the revival of China piece by piece.

But he knew very well that no matter how strong an individual is, he could not forever support the backbone of a nation.

"Each generation has its own mission, and my sword has already lost its edge."

In the office late at night, Liu Ming looked out the window at the city that never goes out, and a rare hint of weariness showed in her usually sharp eyes.

"If we want the great ship of Kyushu to forever sail through the waves, I alone cannot do it. We need a group of people, a group of people who, even if I am gone, can draw their swords and fight those wolves and tigers to the death."

Thus, a top-secret training program codenamed "Breaking the Cocoon" quietly unfolded in a separate building in the central headquarters.

……

"Today, we will not discuss macroeconomic models."

In the training room, there was no podium or PowerPoint presentation. A dozen young cadres, selected through multiple rounds of screening and hailed as "rising stars" from various ministries, were sitting around a huge sand table.

Liu Ming was wearing a simple black T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She was holding a pointer and pointing at a virtual island marked with a red star on the sand table.

"Let's talk about how to overturn the table within the rules set by others."

He looked at the man with gold-rimmed glasses whom he had just scolded a few days ago.

"Zhang Yan, if the West cuts off our maritime energy lifeline and simultaneously dumps our government bonds on the international financial market in an attempt to cause a currency collapse, how will you respond?"

Zhang Yan pushed up his glasses, took a deep breath, and after these few days of "torture," he had completely abandoned the rules and regulations in the books.

"The first step is to use foreign exchange reserves to prop up the market. The second step is to exert pressure on neighboring countries through diplomatic channels to seek alternative land-based energy solutions. The third step..."

"stop."

Liu Ming's pointer struck the sand table heavily, interrupting him.

"Too slow, too conventional. If you do it this way, you're basically dancing to their rhythm. By the time you finish these three steps, the domestic stock market will have already crashed, and ordinary people will have already started panic buying!"

"Remember! In true national competition, defense is always the worst strategy!"

Liu Ming's gaze suddenly turned sharp as a knife.

"They dare to cut off our energy supply? Fine!"

"Ghost Hand, sever the underlying logic of their main control server! Make their proud GPS system blind within ten minutes!"

"Tanks, get the overseas branches of 'Dragon Shield' moving! Expose all the core data of those multinational conglomerates in their so-called 'safe zones' onto the dark web!"

With each sentence Liu Ming spoke, the pointer drew a sharp red line on the sand table.

"Sell our government bonds on the financial markets? Sure!"

"The Nangong Group, in conjunction with all the top domestic speculative investors, is directly shorting their country's pension fund! If they dare to undermine us, we'll dig up their ancestral graves!"

"Strike them! Strike them until they feel pain! Strike them until they never dare to even think of striking again!"

……

This isn't economic training; it's clearly teaching an extremely bloody and violent "rogue's art of war"!

The young cadres present were sweating profusely, yet their blood was boiling with excitement!

These privileged individuals, who received elite education at prestigious universities, are accustomed to using data models to analyze profits and to using rules to negotiate their interests at the negotiating table.

But today, Liu Ming personally tore away that veil of warmth and tenderness, revealing to them the most cruel and bloody underlying logic of international politics and economics.

"You think this is despicable? Disgraceful?"

Looking at their shocked expressions, Liu Ming curled her lips into a mocking sneer.

"When they blasted open our country's doors with cannons more than a hundred years ago, did they follow any rules?"

"Ten years ago, when they used patent traps to drive so many of our researchers to their deaths, did they have any sense of morality?"

"Don't use your pathetic moral fastidiousness to measure the survival battle between nations!"

Liu Ming walked up to Zhang Yan and patted him hard on the shoulder. The force was so heavy that it seemed to imprint a certain belief directly into his bones and blood.

"I'm teaching you these things not so you can become unreasonable bandits."

"It's not that I want you to understand, but that in a world where the law of the jungle still applies, only when you hold a knife that can destroy everything will others sit down and talk to you about the rules."

……

The next three months.

This unassuming little building became a "purgatory" for these young cadres.

Liu Ming shared without reservation all the experience he had gained over the past ten years, navigating life-or-death situations and the tactics he had used to ruthlessly defeat his opponents in the financial markets.

He even summoned Lone Wolf and Ghost Hand to give these civil servants a practical lesson in "counter-reconnaissance" and "information warfare".

He not only had to teach them how to manage the economy, but also how to survive in dire straits and how to bite the enemy's throat in the dark.

This is a cruel training method that is almost like "pulling up seedlings to help them grow".

Some people broke down, some people cried, but no one gave up.

Because they looked at the man who stayed up all night with them every day, his eyes bloodshot, yet remained as hard as steel. They knew that they were inheriting a heavy and great legacy.

Three months later, on the day of graduation.

There was no speech from the leaders, nor were any certificates awarded.

Liu Ming simply stood quietly in front of the sand table, which was riddled with scratches, looking at the group of young people who had undergone a complete transformation.

Their ostentation and arrogance had vanished, replaced by a restrained, profound sharpness, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

"You've graduated."

Liu Ming's voice was soft, yet it carried an indescribable sense of relief.

"Go back to your posts and beat those foreign devils who still think they can bully us at will. Beat them until they are in pain, afraid, and kneeling on the ground singing 'Conquer'."

Liu Ming turned around and looked at the five-star red flag fluttering in the wind outside the window, her eyes deep.

"remember."

"We don't need those 'gentlemen' who can only write beautiful articles."

"I want you to become the strongest armor of this country."

"To become a force that dares to unsheathe its sword at any time, facing any enemy..."

"...Iron-blooded civil official!"