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

After the old marshal's funeral, the sky over the capital city cleared up completely.

The probing attack on the border, which had been brewing for some time, was quietly averted after Liu Ming personally took command at the command center for only three hours, once the radar had locked onto thirty-six key tactical coordinates of heavy equipment. The opposing enemy armored brigade withdrew fifty kilometers overnight, not even bothering to collect the empty ammunition boxes left on the position.

This is deterrence.

No slogans need to be shouted, not even a single shot needs to be fired. As long as the man known as "Shura" stands in the operations room, no one in the world dares to cross that red line even half a step.

But Liu Ming knew better than anyone that military force could only provide a safety net. What could truly enable a civilization to escape its quagmire and stand at the pinnacle was technology and productivity that could crush all other dimensions.

The old leader is gone, but the giant ship that is being built on this land will not slow down in the slightest.

……

Three years after three years.

Time flies by in an irreversible and frenzied manner.

Under the guidance of Liu Ming's strategic plan, which granted him authority, the entire Dragon Kingdom embarked on a technological explosion that later historians called the "Golden Decade."

The top floor of the National Development and Reform Commission in Beijing, which was originally a serious and dull strategic office, has now been transformed into the central brain connecting major cutting-edge experimental clusters across the country.

Chen Momo strode in, carrying a thick stack of evaluation reports, her face beaming with undisguised excitement. She now handles government affairs with remarkable efficiency, and her vision, honed over the past few years, has reached a level unattainable by most.

"Speak." Liu Ming leaned back in her chair, holding the chipped enamel mug in her hands, her expression calm.

"The miniaturized application of the 'Pangu' fusion reactor has been fully implemented in civilian transportation networks."

Chen silently flipped through the documents quickly, her tone light and crisp:

"All heavy-haul trains, cargo ships, and regional aircraft across the country have completed the conversion and replacement of their engines with zero-carbon fuels. According to the latest statistics from the Ministry of Energy, the overall logistics costs of our society have been halved or even halved again compared to five years ago, and the current freight rates are almost like free delivery."

"Anything else?" Liu Ming took a sip of hot tea.

"Furthermore, our brand-new room-temperature superconducting power transmission network has officially crossed national borders and connected the entire Eurasian continent."

Chen Momo's eyes sparkled:

"Thirty-seven countries along the route have voluntarily applied to convert their domestic backbone power grid assets into equity in exchange for our technology licenses. Now, every morning when people around the world wake up, more than 80% of the flowing electricity is controlled by our country's underlying control protocols simply by pressing a switch."

"This is just standard procedure."

Liu Ming put down her teacup, a faint composure shining in her eyes:

"Energy is the foundation; once the foundation is solid, the real bulk comes from the computing power and the brain on top. How's the Shenzhou quantum array progressing?"

"We've already exceeded our target!"

Before he could finish speaking, the office door was pushed open.

Nangong Yao walked in wearing a futuristic silver-gray suit, her steps in high heels still as decisive as ever, and she was holding a newly published global financial magazine in her hand.

"Advisor Liu, take a look at this."

Nangong Yao casually tossed the magazine onto the table, a queen-like, mocking smile playing on her lips.

"Those investment banking tycoons outside have completely stopped playing the financial game. They're all chasing after our Nangong Consortium, begging for quotas. Those once-arrogant investment banking elites on Wall Street are now spending their nights in their offices frantically memorizing our 'Shang Zhou Algorithm.' They say that anyone who can't understand the underlying quantum logic of China is no different from an illiterate person in this world."

Liu Ming picked up the magazine and glanced at it. The cover featured a huge bronze statue of an Eastern deity, with countless dark blue quantum entanglement spectra floating above it.

The accompanying text consisted of only one extremely chilling sentence: "Two hundred years of Western industrial revolution accumulation have been completely formatted by the East in just seven hundred days."

"They've gotten used to reaping the world's profits through financial scissors, but now that we've broken the scissors, they naturally have to learn how to speak like civilized people."

Liu Ming tossed the magazine into the drawer and looked up at Nangong Yao:

"But don't let your guard down. It's precisely at times like these that external backlash is more likely to lead to risky actions. The security chain for Nangong Group's core assets around the world must be welded tight."

"Don't worry, your group of retired elite soldiers are all living the high life overseas now."

Nangong Yao smiled gently and walked over to rub his shoulders naturally.

"Last month, Tank encountered a group of ignorant extremists trying to extort money at our branch in the Western Ocean. As a result, he single-handedly led half a commando squad and blew their stronghold to the ground with a swarm of drones. Now, no matter which armed faction it is, if they see our Dragon Shield's black falcon battle flag, it's basic courtesy to give them a 30-kilometer detour."

Just then, Xi Wanqing, dressed in a smart casual outfit, pushed open the door and entered.

As a core member of the Supreme People's Court and transnational judicial coordination, her prestige has been formidable in recent years. Her icy judicial authority, coupled with her stunning beauty, has become a nightmare for all foreign legal professionals in international arbitration.

"Wanqing is here too? Perfect, everyone's here today." Liu Ming smiled at her.

"You can't refuse to come even if you want to. The Supreme Council just held an emergency meeting, and the legal white papers for the entire province and all directly affiliated special zones have been approved."

Xi Wanqing placed a document bearing the official red seal next to Liu Ming, her beautiful eyes filled with a rare tenderness and admiration:

"Liu Ming, the first headquarters of the New Era Global Commercial Arbitration Committee has been officially confirmed to be located in Ningzhou. More than 30 developed Western countries unanimously agreed, with no abstentions or objections. From today onwards, all transnational lawsuits involving high technology and high-end manufacturing will be subject to final judgments based on the written laws and judicial interpretations of China."

Words become law.

Maritime laws, patent laws, and trade regulations, which had been dominated by Western powers for centuries, were smoothly and irresistibly rewritten in the face of absolute technological superiority and enormous economic size.

Those former imperial powers that once wielded the big stick of sanctions at every turn and used "international long-arm jurisdiction" as an excuse to wantonly seize the interests of other countries are now forced to respectfully translate their case files into standard Chinese characters and send them to the Ningzhou court for approval.

This is not just an economic victory.

This is the ultimate transfer of rule-making power across a century.

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"drop--"

Suddenly, the holographic terminal on the table emitted an extremely dazzling golden light.

Ghost Hand's perpetually wicked smile appeared in the beam of light; his voice even cracked slightly from extreme excitement.

"Boss! Ladies! Look at the live space-based feed! The Seventh Test Site is a success! It's a complete success!"

The entire wall of the hall was instantly covered by the projection.

In the footage, on a heavy space launch range deep in the northwestern desert, accompanied by a violent tremor of the horizon, the "Xuan Niao Type III" strategic space patrol mothership, which is 800 meters long and resembles a giant, heavily armored whale from the deep sea, slowly breaks free from the gravitational pull of gravity in the stillness without any traditional jet flames, relying on an anti-gravity field.

There was no smoke or dust, no loud noise, only a dazzling halo created by the distortion of the air.

The giant ship took off smoothly, and then, the moment it reached the top of the troposphere, the ion pulse engines at the stern, which Liu Ming had personally reconstructed, suddenly lit up with a dark blue halo.

In the blink of an eye, it pierced through the sky and headed straight for the permanent space dock in the firmament.

That was more than just a warship.

That was a powerful declaration of a civilization emerging from its cradle, regarding the entire galaxy as its own backyard.

At this very moment, in observation stations in every corner of the world, countless faces stare blankly at the terrifying shadow cruising at Mach 20 on the radar screen.

In the strategic research institute of a major Western power, several white-haired senior chiefs slumped in their chairs, staring at the flawless launch data on the screen, repeatedly muttering the same sentence: "God... they're no longer playing in the same space-time as us..."

Every day, new industry standards are implemented in Kyushu.

Every day, tens of thousands of patents that completely shatter technological barriers are officially registered and published by the National Development and Reform Commission.

That dragon, which once struggled in the mud and was strangled several times, not only broke free of all its shackles but also made the entire starry sky its hunting ground.

"Boss, everyone's waiting."

Outside the door, Lone Wolf knocked on the doorframe. Dressed in a crisp military uniform, he looked radiant and focused intently on Liu Ming.

"The central press conference will begin in five minutes. Diplomatic envoys from 180 countries and cameras from 2,000 mainstream media outlets are all on, waiting for us to announce the codename for this year's final deep space deployment."

Liu Ming slowly stood up and casually picked up her coat and draped it over her shoulders.

He glanced at the three stunningly beautiful women who had accompanied him through thick and thin, then looked at the magnificent panorama of mountains and rivers outside the window, and a sharp, proud smile curved his lips.

"Let's go."

Liu Ming strode forward, his steady and powerful voice echoing throughout the entire building:

"Go tell the whole world that the old scores on this planet have been settled, and now it's time to look up and see where we're going."