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

As night falls, Ningzhou's prosperity is just beginning.

"Yundinghui" is the most exclusive private club in downtown Ningzhou. It operates on a strict membership system, requiring not only wealth but also status. The luxury cars parked outside are enough for an ordinary person to earn in several lifetimes.

Liu Ming got out of a green taxi.

He looked up at the magnificent, glittering signboard, then looked down at his cheap casual clothes that he had changed into for "work convenience," and shook his head helplessly.

Nangong Yao, that woman, always chooses locations in such a high-profile way.

Right after the group representative meeting, that girl sent him a message, saying that to celebrate his "first victory," she insisted on inviting him over for a drink. Liu Ming originally wanted to refuse, but considering that his future plans in Ningzhou would depend on the financial support of the Nangong family, he could only reluctantly come.

"Sir, please wait."

The security guard at the entrance, dressed in a uniform even more presentable than Liu Ming's, politely but distantly reached out to stop him. "This is a members-only area. Please show your membership card."

Just as Liu Ming was about to call Nangong Yao, a flashy bright yellow Lamborghini roared to life, executed a beautiful drift, and arrogantly pulled up at the gate.

The car door opened, and a young man wearing a floral shirt, with slicked-back hair and a face reeking of alcohol stepped out. He had a beautiful woman with an internet celebrity look in his arms, and without even glancing at the security guard, he walked straight inside.

The security guard immediately switched to a fawning expression, bowing at a ninety-degree angle: "Young Master Ouyang, you've arrived! Please come in!"

Liu Ming raised an eyebrow.

Although he had never met this person, in Ningzhou, apart from the legendary deputy secretary of the municipal committee of the Communist Youth League and the eldest son of the Ouyang family, there was probably no one else with this "heaven is the greatest and I am second only" attitude.

It's really a narrow road.

Ouyang Feng seemed to sense that someone was watching him. He stopped and glanced at Liu Ming with his drunken eyes, then let out a sneer.

"Where did this country bumpkin come from? He's even begging at Genting Highlands now?"

The beautiful woman in his arms giggled, her voice high-pitched and shrill: "Oh, Brother Feng, look at his clothes, he probably can't even afford the service fee here."

"unlucky."

Ouyang Feng spat as if he had seen something dirty, then swaggered in with the beautiful woman in his arms.

Liu Ming watched his retreating figure, her eyes turning slightly cold.

This is the Ouyang Feng who treated the Municipal Youth League Committee like his own backyard.

It seems that the waters of Ningzhou are indeed more murky than imagined.

Just then, Nangong Yao called.

"Hey? Have you arrived yet? I'm in the lobby, why aren't you here?"

"I was stopped by your gatekeeper," Liu Ming said calmly. "He said I was not properly dressed and therefore could not be received."

"What? Who's got the guts to stop you? Wait here, I'm coming right now!"

Less than a minute after the phone call ended, the sound of hurried high heels came from the lobby.

Today, Nangong Yao changed into a black evening gown. The deep V-neck design revealed a large expanse of her fair skin, and she wore a dazzling diamond necklace around her long neck. She looked like a proud black swan, breathtakingly beautiful.

The moment she appeared, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

The celebrities who were chatting and laughing were all involuntarily drawn to her.

"Liu Ming!"

When Nangong Yao saw Liu Ming standing at the door, a bright smile instantly bloomed on her face. She quickly walked over and took his arm.

"Let's go, let's see who dares to stop you!"

The security guard at the entrance was completely dumbfounded.

This is Miss Nangong! A distinguished guest whom even the boss treats with utmost respect! She actually... actually came arm in arm with this poor guy who arrived in a taxi?

"I...I'm so sorry! I didn't recognize you!" The security guard was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he quickly bowed and apologized.

Liu Ming was too lazy to argue with such a snob, so she let Nangong Yao take her arm and walked into the main hall.

However, trouble always seems to find its way in.

I had barely taken two steps into the lobby when a frivolous voice rang out.

"Oh! Isn't this Miss Nangong? What brings you here?"

Ouyang Feng.

He didn't go to the private room, but was sitting on the sofa in the lobby, legs crossed, swirling a glass of red wine in his hand, his gaze roaming unabashedly over Nangong Yao's body, his eyes filled with naked desire.

As for Liu Ming, who was next to Nangong Yao, he treated her like she wasn't there.

When Nangong Yao saw him, the smile on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a look of disgust.

"Ouyang Feng, why are you everywhere? You're like a persistent ghost."

"Hehe, Yao Yao, don't be so cold."

Ouyang Feng stood up and swayed over, his strong smell of alcohol making people frown.

"Our two families have been friends for generations. I've been pursuing you for so long, and you won't even give me a kind look. Isn't that incredibly disrespectful?"

"Respect is earned, not given," Nangong Yao said coldly. "Also, don't call me Yao Yao; we're not that close."

After saying that, she pulled Liu Ming away.

"stop!"

Ouyang Feng's face darkened, and he suddenly took a step to the side, blocking their path.

This time, his gaze finally fell on Liu Ming.

He looked him up and down, his eyes practically overflowing with disdain and contempt.

"Nangong Yao, is this your reason for rejecting me?"

He pointed at Liu Ming's nose and let out an exaggerated laugh.

"This poor, bumpkin? Are you blind? You'd rather leave me, the eldest young master of the Ouyang family, for this ragpicker?"

The surrounding guests all stopped in their tracks, looking on with expressions of anticipation.

In Ningzhou, the Ouyang family and the Nangong family are both top-tier wealthy families, and gossip about these two families is a rare topic of conversation.

Nangong Yao was so angry that she trembled all over.

"Ouyang Feng! Watch your mouth! He's my friend!"

"A friend?" Ouyang Feng scoffed. "I bet he's just a gigolo. What, are you after his obedience, or his cheap clothes?"

He leaned close to Liu Ming, his breath reeking of alcohol, and said in a humiliating tone:

"Kid, you'd better get lost. This isn't a place for lowlifes like you. This drink costs several thousand; you couldn't afford to pay for it even if you sold yourself!"

"Get lost, don't dirty my eyes!"

Despite such blatant humiliation, Liu Ming's face remained calm and composed.

He looked at the arrogant and spoiled young master in front of him as if he were looking at a grasshopper that didn't know its own mortality.

"Are you done talking?"

Liu Ming spoke calmly, her voice carrying a chilling undertone.

"Get out of the way after you've finished speaking. A good dog doesn't block the way."

"Who are you calling a dog?!"

Ouyang Feng exploded instantly!

In Ningzhou, no one ever dared to speak to him like that! Even city leaders would address him respectfully as "Young Master Ouyang"!

This poor kid actually dared to call him a dog?

"Damn it! They're so ungrateful!"

Ouyang Feng roared and, fueled by alcohol, reached out to grab Nangong Yao's wrist, trying to forcibly pull her over.

"Nangong Yao, you have to drink with me tonight! I'd like to see who dares to stop me!"

His hand was about to touch Nangong Yao's fair skin.

Nangong Yao instinctively tried to dodge, but found it was too late.

Just then.

A long, powerful hand suddenly shoved in without warning.

It gripped Ouyang Feng's wrist firmly, like an iron clamp.

It's Liu Ming.

He stood in front of Nangong Yao, like a towering mountain, keeping all malice and danger at bay.

Ouyang Feng was stunned.

He struggled a bit, but found that the other person's hand didn't move at all, as if it were welded to his wrist.

A sharp pain shot through his wrist, sobering him up halfway.

"You...you dare to lay a hand on me?" Ouyang Feng's eyes widened as he roared incredulously, "Do you know who I am? I am Ouyang Feng! I am the Deputy Secretary of the Municipal Youth League Committee!"

"I know."

Liu Ming looked at him with icy eyes and a mocking smile on her lips.

"The deputy secretary of the municipal youth league committee? The eldest son of the Ouyang family?"

"It has quite a prestigious reputation."

"But so what?"

Liu Ming applied slight pressure with her fingers, and the sound of bones rubbing together was clearly audible.

Ouyang Feng's face turned deathly pale instantly, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he still tried to hold on and not beg for mercy.

"Let go...let go! Or I'll kill you!"

Liu Ming ignored his threat.

He simply stared coldly at the dirty hand that was still trying to reach for Nangong Yao, his voice low and each word like a shard of ice squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Take it away."

"Otherwise, it will break."