The Rise of a Special Forces Soldier Abandoned by a Wealthy Family

A small, inconspicuous conference room, but heavily guarded.

It was already late at night.

But the meeting room was brightly lit.

Grandpa Zeng Rong, Grandpa Yan Fushan.

Two elderly people, one sitting and one standing.

Sitting on the sofa at the head of the table were three elderly people.

The one in the center exudes an imposing aura without needing to be angry.

He looked at Zeng Rong with a smile.

"Old Zeng."

"This time, you've really shown us something..."

"Textbook-level game theory."

"It's become an art form."

"I admire you, I admire you."

Then, she pursed her lips.

Forget it.

"Gentlemen, you are all so busy, yet you called Old Yan and me over in the middle of the night..."

"It's definitely not to praise me."

"As you all know, this time it was my precious grandson and I who were performing a joint spell."

"But you only praise me..."

The old man put down his teacup, his eyes narrowing like an old fox.

"They want me to reveal Xiaolong's name voluntarily..."

"And then you'll make trouble out of Xiaolong, right?"

"What's wrong?"

"You lot are going to do that to my precious grandson again..."

"What 'caution' were you referring to?"

"Oh."

The old man in the middle pointed at Zeng Rong with his finger.

He shook his head and chuckled.

"Old Zeng truly deserves to be called a strategist."

"This ability to read people's expressions... is absolutely at the level of a grandmaster."

"Give me a break!"

Yan Fushan, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but speak up.

His voice was loud and clear, with a distinctive straightforwardness.

"Three leaders, your intentions are far too obvious!"

"Call us two old guys over at this time..."

"It must be because of Haining!"

"And what happened in Haining was nothing more than Old Zeng's youngest son!"

"His youngest son is now both favored by you and loved by the people!"

"But you are certainly aware of this significant contribution—"

Yan Fushan's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"It was my future grandson-in-law who did it!"

"So, you called the two of us here..."

"Your ultimate goal—"

He stared into the eyes of the old man in the center, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"It's Xiaolong."

"Right?"

The meeting room fell silent for a moment.

Then--

"high!"

The elderly man in the center slowly extended his thumb.

The smile on his face deepened.

"Wow, that's impressive."

"Mr. Yan, you hit the nail on the head."

"That's right."

His expression gradually became solemn.

"The reason I invited you two here today is to discuss something with you..."

"Regarding Xiaolong's arrangements."

"The three of us—"

He pointed to two other elderly men beside him who also possessed remarkable bearing.

"We've been discussing this for a long time."

"I've always had this plan."

"Including this time, Xiao Long and Grandpa Zeng, the grandfather and grandson, are joining forces in a 'battle of wits' regarding their arrangements for Haining Province..."

"This all demonstrates Bruce Lee's political skills and awareness."

The old man spoke slowly and deliberately, each word clear and distinct.

"He first used swift and decisive measures to plunge the entire leadership of Haining Province and its millions of people into a 'dilemma'."

"Then, at the crucial moment, we broke through with investment and philanthropy."

"Timing, decision-making, and the ability to grasp political and public sentiment..."

"Everything is exquisite."

"This not only allowed Comrade Zeng Qiang to quickly gain the upper hand among the Standing Committee members and win the hearts of the people..."

"What's even more... that it's impossible to find a single problem with it."

"Because of everything he did—"

The old man paused, a genuine admiration flashing in his eyes.

"They are all serving the country and the people."

"You two may not know this yet..."

"Old Master Wu and Old Master He, they were here just now too."

"Guess how long those two old folks sulked here with me?"

Zeng Rong raised an eyebrow.

Yan Fushan then asked directly, "How long?"

"One hour."

The old man in the middle smiled, a smile that contained a hint of helplessness, and also a touch of...amusement.

"Xiaolong's move was absolutely brilliant."

"He's very straightforward—openly and unequivocally supporting his uncle, Comrade Zeng Qiang."

"But ironically, it makes it impossible to find a point of attack."

"What can you do with him?"

"Old Wu originally wanted the three of us old guys to 'suppress' Xiaolong."

"It's unreasonable and unfair to say that he openly supports his own uncle like this."

"But I asked him—"

The old man's eyes sharpened.

"On what grounds are you suppressing us?"

"He can't find it."

The meeting room fell silent once again.

Zeng Rong and Yan Fushan exchanged a glance.

They both saw the same emotion in each other's eyes—

pride.

And a hint of helpless smile.

This kid...

Every single move they make seems to create a hole in the sky.

"Actually, we all understand Xiaolong's intentions."

The elderly man in the middle continued.

"He's just waiting for those families who aren't satisfied to cause trouble."

"Once things get out of hand, Xiaolong will definitely refute them—"

His voice, imitating Zeng Linglong's tone, was remarkably similar:

"What's wrong?"

"I used my own money to support my uncle and to contribute to the economic development and improve people's livelihoods in Haining Province."

"You're not satisfied? You feel it's unfair? You have objections?"

"You can do that too!"

"Use your own money to contribute to the country's economic development and improve people's lives!"

As the old man finished speaking, he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh out loud.

"Thinking about this makes me want to burst out laughing."

"If everyone in the Dragon Kingdom were as devoted to the country and its people as Little Dragon..."

"How weak and inflexible is this nation?"

His smile slowly faded.

It turned into a deep sigh.

"But the Dragon Kingdom..."

"There's only one little dragon."

There's only one Long Yu.

Sighs echoed in the conference room.

It carried a deep, almost regretful feeling.

a long time.

The elderly man in the center raised his head again.

His gaze hardened.

"Old Zeng."

"We all admire your Zeng family."

"I admire Xiaolong's sentiments and political skills even more."

"In everything he does, he appears straightforward on the surface, but his methods are ruthless and fierce..."

"But every time, it leaves you speechless."

Why?

The old man asked and answered his own question.

"Because he always stands on the high ground of the nation, the law, and the people."

"Who can say 'no'?"

"Who dares to say 'no'?"

His gaze swept over Zeng Rong and Yan Fushan in turn.

"therefore--"

"We've made our decision."

"Arrange for Linglong—"

"Change to another job."