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

Anna turned her gaze to Mr. Zhuang, the head of the Energy Resources Department, her voice steady and powerful:

"Mr. Zhuang, regarding the joint oil field development project in Middle Eastern countries C and D, once all the personnel are in place, you need to show me oil within a month. Can you do that?"

"This..." President Zhuang was also in a dilemma, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the table:

"President An, when I first contacted the leaders of these two countries, they insisted that we sign an exchange contract before they would agree to our joint development of the oil field with Longyu."

"But when I liaised with the cost budget department, it turned out to be a bottomless pit of investment projects—their urban development was a money pit, and how much oil it would produce was still unknown."

"If the cost budget department can't verify the accurate investment amount and profit share, the finance department can't approve the funds, so I can't sign the exchange contract at all."

"Bang—!" Anna slammed her hand heavily on the table, the sound echoing like thunder in the silent conference room. Everyone instinctively sat up straight.

Her sharp, piercing gaze was fixed on President Zhuang, a look so intense it could cut through skin.

"I'll give you one more chance. If you still have this kind of vision and mindset next time, you can forget about being in charge."

She suddenly pointed at the head of the cost budget department, "You should quit too."

She stood up, placed her hands on the table, and leaned forward, like a cheetah about to pounce.

"What is oil? Don't you know?"

"Those are strategic resources, the foundation upon which a strong nation is built! Can they be measured in money?"

"Besides, is Longyu a company that's only interested in making money?"

"Everyone here knows who President Teng and President Yan are—their families are both top-tier wealthy families in China. Would they really work hard for money?"

"And I would never do that, because I am the only princess of the Ro family in America."

"Money has been just a number to me since birth."

Her voice grew louder and louder, each word striking everyone's heart like a heavy hammer blow:

Why are we sitting here? Because we all share the same goal—

"I will lead you to make Longyu a group that is admired by thousands in the Dragon Kingdom, and the only commercial unicorn in the world."

"This is a responsibility, this is an aspiration!"

She scanned everyone with excited eyes, her voice solemn and firm:

"And energy is what General Manager Yan just mentioned—the person who formulated the plan for Longyu, the goal and top priority he personally set for us."

"From this moment on, if anyone continues to drag down the energy sector, I will apply to Mr. Teng to fire them on my behalf."

She pointed at President Zhuang with her finger, her voice softening but her imposing manner undiminished:

"Mr. Zhuang, come with me to sign the contract in five days."

"In five months, urban construction in both countries will begin in full swing."

"The city's construction must be completed in five years."

"Five years from now, all oil fields in these two countries—including all completed projects—will be flying the flag of the Dragon Kingdom."

"If you succeed, you're a hero; if you fail, you're a villain. Do you understand?"

President Zhuang stood up tremblingly, his chair sliding back half a foot, overwhelmed by Anna's imposing presence.

A fine sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his voice trembled.

"I...I heard you clearly. I...I guarantee I'll complete the mission."

Anna turned her gaze to Tang Zhe from the Marketing Department and Lü Tianxin from the Sales Department, her tone shifting from sharp to calm, but still clear and forceful:

"Foreign markets are different from domestic markets. There are various trade barriers, cultural differences, and political risks abroad."

"The first thing your marketing department needs to do is to develop marketing plans for each country."

"The marketing department will then formulate agency requirements and conditions based on the policies and geographical characteristics of each country."

"Submit all the proposals to me for review in five days."

"Once you have completed all the work, I will inform you of the schedule for the global investment promotion conference."

"I've already instructed the HR department to start recruiting business translators. There will be royal family members and business teams from many countries around the world attending the investment conference."

"President Tang and President Lü, your two departments should focus on investment promotion and reception work."

Her gaze deepened, as if piercing through the walls of the conference room and revealing a vast world:

"Although there may be a lot of resistance overseas, don't worry, I will handle it with the public relations department."

"Similarly, the overseas market is much larger, and there are more opportunities there."

"At the same time, we will first establish exclusive stores in developing countries and then form a global network."

"Within three years, I want to have Longyu stores in every major city around the world."

"Within five years, I want to make Longyu one of the most well-known brands in the world."

Her gaze hardened as she swept over the department heads present: "Can you do it?"

"Yes—!!!" The voices of everyone merged into a torrent, shaking the glass of the conference room and making the blood in everyone's chest boil.

Teng Ao stood up, placed his hands on the table, and scanned everyone with piercing eyes:

"The mighty Longyu ship has set sail. Ladies and gentlemen, let us—create a glorious future together!"

The applause rang out again, even more enthusiastic and longer than before.

Amid the applause, every senior executive at Longyu was wondering—why were all the time points mentioned by General Manager Yan and General Manager An related to the number "five"?

Five years, five months, five days—the timeframe for all planning goals was set at five years.

They looked at each other, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes. Five years? Why five years?

They could never have imagined that these two exceptionally talented women would build a global business empire in just five years.

Welcome their favorites and pride.

Welcome back their heroes.

Outside the window, sunlight streamed onto the Longyu headquarters building, its golden rays illuminating the entire structure and the city skyline reflected on the glass curtain wall.

In the distance, towards Tiankun City, in a villa halfway up the mountain, a poison doctor was drawing and transfusing blood to treat Zeng Linglong.

Dark red blood flowed from Zeng Linglong's arm, and then the cultivated blood, carrying the power of new life, flowed back into his body.

He leaned against the hospital bed, his eyes closed, his brows slightly furrowed, but he didn't make a sound.

He Jing sat beside her, knitting a sweater. The needle and thread moved swiftly through her hands. Occasionally, she would look up at her son, her eyes filled with heartache.

Zeng Lingyu sat by the window reading a book, the sunlight shining on her, quiet and beautiful.

Tiezhu practiced boxing in the yard, each punch accompanied by the sound of wind, and sweat glistened in the sunlight.

Ye Feng closed his eyes and meditated on the rooftop, like an old monk in deep meditation.

Xiaoya typed on the keyboard in front of the computer, and the data on the screen flowed like a waterfall.

They are all waiting. Waiting for Zeng Linglong to recover, waiting for five years to pass, waiting for that hero to return.

Unbeknownst to them, thousands of miles away in the capital, Yan Rugo and Anna had already begun their own battle.

They plan to spend five years building an unprecedented business empire for the heroes.

They wanted to let the hero know that he was not fighting alone.

Zeng Linglong knew nothing of this. All he knew was that he needed to get better quickly.

Because many people are waiting, waiting for his return.

We wait for him to put on his uniform again, to stand among them again, to become once again the judge who strikes fear into the hearts of the enemy.

Sunlight streamed through the window and fell on Zeng Linglong's face.

A faint smile slowly crept onto his lips. It was a light, subtle smile, yet incredibly warm.

Like the winter sun, like the atmosphere of the New Year, like the everyday life of ordinary people.

Five years. Not a long time, not a short time.

But for those who are waiting, five years is a promise they would trade their entire lives for.