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

The most bustling commercial street in the center of Tiankun City.

A black minivan slowly came to a stop.

The car door opened, and Zeng Linglong got out.

He was wearing a black casual jacket, dark gray casual pants, and white sneakers.

Without brand logos or elaborate makeup, his 1.9-meter height, chiseled face, and deep eyes make him a sight to behold.

Yan Hai followed behind, followed by Teng Fei, Yang Li, Li Lunjie, and Hu Sanshao.

The five people surrounded Zeng Linglong like a guard.

Yan Hai held a document on commercial real estate in Tiankun City, turned to a page, and pointed to a building on it:

"Brother-in-law, this is it. It's the biggest bar in Tiankun City, called 'Night Banquet,' covering more than 2,000 square meters. The owner said we can negotiate if the price is right."

Zeng Linglong looked up.

It was a modern building, its glass curtain walls reflecting a cool light in the sunlight. Several sports cars were parked in front, and a few young people were going in and out. He nodded:

"Let's go in and take a look."

Stepping into the bar, the lights were dim, and the air was filled with the lingering smells of alcohol and perfume from the previous night.

Several cleaning staff were cleaning when they saw a group of people come in and paused for a moment.

A middle-aged man in a suit strode out from behind the bar, a broad smile on his face.

"Gentlemen, we only open for business in the evening..."

Yan Hai stepped forward and handed over the documents: "We're here to talk to your boss about the acquisition."

The middle-aged man was taken aback. He looked at Yan Hai carefully, then at Zeng Linglong.

His gaze lingered on Zeng Linglong for a few seconds—

The young man stood there with his hands in his pockets, casually looking around, but his aura made even a seasoned veteran of twenty years in the industry feel a strange sense of pressure.

He quickly took out his phone: "Please wait a moment, I'll call the boss right away."

Twenty minutes later, the bar owner rushed over.

His surname is Zhao, he is in his forties, and he has been running an entertainment business in Tiankun City for many years. He is a shrewd man.

As soon as he entered, he saw Yan Hai—this kid had gotten into fights in three bars in the previous three days and had already become a big celebrity; he knew him.

Boss Zhao strode over and extended his hand: "Hello, sir, what's your name?"

Yan Hai glanced at him indifferently, then reached out and gently shook his hand: "Yan."

The moment Boss Zhao's hand was grasped, he looked at Yan Hai's calm demeanor.

He felt a chill run down his spine—this young man was no ordinary person.

"Mr. Yan, it's my honor that you've chosen my shop. I wonder what your plans are...?"

"Name your price," Yan Hai said calmly and composedly.

Boss Zhao gritted his teeth and held up three fingers:

"Thirty million. I spent over twenty million just on the renovation of this shop, and it's in the best location..."

"Deal." Yan Hai interrupted him, then turned to Yang Li. "Contract."

Yang Li quickly took out a pre-prepared contract from his bag and handed it over.

Boss Zhao was stunned—he had spent half a day preparing to bargain, but he hadn't used a single word.

He took the contract, opened it, and saw that the terms were clear and the price was exactly 30 million, not a penny more or less.

He looked up at Yan Hai in disbelief.

"Boss Zhao, sign it." Yan Hai handed over the pen. "My brother-in-law is in a tight schedule."

Boss Zhao signed the document, his hand still trembling.

It wasn't because of nervousness, it was because of excitement—

He spent 20 million on the renovation of this store, but actually only spent 12 million. The location is good, but business has declined in the past two years. Selling it for 30 million is already an astronomical price.

He looked up at the young man in front of him, with only one thought in his mind: Whose rich kid is this? Spending money like it's nothing?

At this moment, Zeng Linglong came onto the stage alone and looked around.

Lighting, sound system, dance floor, booths—

Everything was fine, but he always felt that something was missing.

He thought for a moment, then took out his phone and dialed Xiaoya's number.

On the other end of the phone, Xiaoya was helping to chop vegetables in the kitchen. Upon hearing this, she almost dropped the knife.

"Boss, why did Xiao Hai buy you a bar?"

"I want to go clubbing. But I feel the sound system isn't powerful enough and the lighting isn't dazzling enough. Can you help me upgrade it?"

Xiaoya was silent for three seconds, then said:

"Boss, wait here. I'll have Lone Wolf take some men over there to install the security system first. As for the sound system and lighting, I'll personally go over after the New Year and get it done within three days."

"Okay." Zeng Linglong hung up the phone.

At that moment, Yan Hai was also on the phone with Anna.

"Sister Anna, the bar has been bought. Thirty million."

Is that enough? If not, I'll spin it again.

"That's enough, that's enough. Sister Na, you gave me three hundred million US dollars, that's enough to buy a hundred of them."

On the other end of the phone, Anna laughed: "Okay, I'll reserve the best private booth for your brother-in-law."

After finishing the phone call, Yan Hai stood below the stage, looked up at Zeng Linglong, and was filled with emotion.

His brother-in-law, the God of War of the Dragon Kingdom, was just like an ordinary young man at this moment, going clubbing, fighting, and ending up in the police station.

But he knew how hard-won this ordinariness was.

At this moment, Zeng Linglong jumped off the stage and clapped his hands:

"Let's go back for dinner. My mom said she made pork ribs today."

Yan Hai chuckled: "Brother-in-law, shall we come again tomorrow?"

"Come on," Zeng Linglong patted him on the shoulder, "Bring Ye Feng and Tie Zhu with you tomorrow. Xiao Ya said she wants to come clubbing too."

Yan Hai's eyes lit up—if Sister Xiaoya came, the security level would have to be raised to a whole new level.

But it doesn't matter, as long as Brother Long is happy, anything goes.

A group of people walked out of the bar. The setting sun cast long shadows on them.

Zeng Linglong walked at the front, followed by five young people who chattered about what kind of wine they would drink and what kind of music they would play the next day.

He looked up at the sunset on the horizon, the smile on his lips never fading.

Ten years ago, he stood alone in a mud pit in the desert, facing shards of glass and steel nails.

Ten years later, he lives in a city where spring is eternal, with family, brothers, a lover, and a bar he just bought.

Life finally showed him its gentle side.

In the villa halfway up the mountain, He Jing served the last dish and wiped the sweat from her forehead!

Looking at the table full of dishes, he smiled with satisfaction.

She turned around and, through the floor-to-ceiling window, saw a black minivan slowly driving up the mountain road.

She knew her son had returned.

She called out to the kitchen, "The children are back! Dinner's ready!"

In the kitchen, Zhou Simin, Su Wan, and Li Yingxiu responded at the same time and came out with bowls and chopsticks.

In the living room, Zeng Sheng, Lin Shucheng, and Ye Zhenkang put down their teacups...

Teng Ao stood up...

Zeng Lingyu and Shiliu ran towards the door...

Yan Rugo and Anna exchanged a glance, smiled, and followed.

The door opened.

Zeng Linglong stood at the door, the setting sun behind him casting a golden glow on him.

He looked at the people in the room, at their expectant eyes, and at their warm smiles.

He laughed, laughed like a child.

"I'm back."

Shiliu was the first to rush over and hug his waist: "Brother Long, Aunt Jing made so many delicious things!"

Zeng Linglong patted Shiliu's head and went into the house.

He Jing peeked out from the kitchen, looked at her son, and said with a smile in her eyes, "Go wash your hands, dinner will be served soon."

Zeng Linglong responded and headed towards the restroom.

As he passed through the living room, he saw his father nod to him and Lin Shucheng and Ye Zhenkang raise their teacups with smiles.

He went into the bathroom, turned on the tap, and the water gushed out.

He looked at himself in the mirror. On his face, there was no longer the killing intent of the battlefield, no longer the coldness towards the enemy, only the warmth of returning home.

He washed his hands and walked out of the bathroom.

Inside the restaurant, everyone was already seated.

He Jing sat next to the main seat, which was empty—it was reserved for him.

Zeng Linglong walked over and sat down.

He Jing placed a piece of spare rib on his plate, her tone gentle:

"Try it, Mom stewed it all afternoon."

Zeng Linglong took a bite; the meat was tender and melted in his mouth. He nodded, "Delicious."

He Jing smiled, her eyes curving into crescent moons.

Everyone at the table laughed.

Outside the window, night has fallen.

The lights of thousands of homes in Tiankun City resembled a galaxy fallen to earth.

Inside the villa halfway up the mountain, the lights were on and laughter filled the air.

Tomorrow is the Spring Festival, tomorrow is a time for family reunion.

And Zeng Linglong finally began living a life he had never known before—

Ordinary, yet incredibly precious.