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

Three days after the Longyu meeting ended, Anna's office was already renovated.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the brand-new desk, illuminating the newly printed five-year plan blueprint.

The desktop was spotless, the files were neatly organized, and the pens in the pen holder had their nibs pointing upwards, like a row of soldiers ready for battle.

Anna stood by the window, holding a cup of coffee in her hand, her gaze passing through the glass as she looked into the distance—in the direction of Tiankun City.

The steam from the coffee rose gently in the sunlight, blurring her profile.

She didn't drink it, but simply held the cup, feeling the warmth coming from her palm, just like the warmth of that person.

Her phone vibrated. She looked down and saw a photo sent by Zeng Linglong.

In the photo, he is sitting in the courtyard of his villa halfway up the mountain, the sunlight shining on him, holding a book on military theory in his hand, with a faint smile on his lips.

Behind him, Tie Zhu was practicing his boxing.

Ye Feng leaned against a pillar reading a book, his posture languid yet subtly sharp.

Xiaoya squatted on the steps, holding her laptop, her ponytail hanging over her shoulder, her eyes fixed on the screen, her brows slightly furrowed.

The caption was just four words: All is well.

Anna's lips curved slightly upward, her smile so gentle it could melt ice and snow.

She replied: Take care and get some rest, and get your treatment on time.

Then he put down his phone and turned to walk towards his desk.

There were dozens of documents waiting for her to review, each one concerning Long Yu's future and the five-year agreement.

At the same time, Yan Ruge sat in her office with the feasibility report for the superchip and supercomputing project, which had just been submitted by the R&D department, spread out in front of her.

She picked up a pen, added a zero after the number, and signed her name with strong, forceful strokes, just like her determination at that moment.

The R&D manager took the document, glanced at it, his eyes widened, his mouth gaped open, and his voice changed: "President Yan, this... three hundred billion?"

"Add more if it's not enough." Yan Ruge said without looking up, her voice calm as if she were stating something perfectly ordinary.

"Long Yu is not short of money. You know my requirements—remember, you have 1,803 days left."

The R&D manager turned his head to look at the office wall.

There was a five-year plan blueprint posted there, and above it was a note with black and white text, eye-catching and glaring: "1803 days left until the five-year plan is up."

He slowly turned his head to look at Yan Rugo, who was looking down at her documents, his voice extremely solemn:

"Don't worry, Mr. Yan, my R&D department will definitely live up to your expectations."

After saying that, he turned around decisively and left the office, his back straight as a pine tree and his steps firm as iron.

The assistant then pushed open the door and came in carrying a lunchbox.

Seeing that Yan Rugo was still busy without taking a lunch break, she said anxiously, "President Yan, please eat something first."

Yan Ruge looked up and frowned: "Is it noon already?" She glanced at her watch; the hour hand pointed to 1:36.

She jumped up, quickly grabbed her coat from the office chair, her voice urgent like a war drum:

"We have a pharmaceutical press conference at 2:30 PM, so we'll skip lunch. Quickly arrange for the driver to wait for us downstairs, and also call Tong Ke to come with us."

The assistant's voice was choked with sobs, and her eyes were red:

"Mr. Yan, there's still time. You can eat something first and then take a nap. I—"

"Go and make the arrangements!" Yan Ruge turned her head sharply, staring at her assistant, her voice resolute and brooking no argument.

"I still need to check if the relevant work is in place at the press conference, so I'll just take a nap in the car."

The assistant could only lower his head and turn to arrange the work.

The sound of her high heels clicking on the floor was hurried and chaotic, just like her mood at that moment.

2:40 PM, Beijing International Hotel, Conference Room 1.

The lights were dazzling, illuminating the entire venue as if it were daytime.

The audience was packed, with reporters setting up their cameras and microphones, the red lights flashing like stars.

Hundreds of eyes—from major Chinese media outlets, international journalists stationed in China, representatives from the pharmaceutical industry, and representatives of patients' families—were simultaneously fixed on the figure on the podium.

Yan Ruge stood on the podium under the lights, looking both aloof and capable.

She wore a dark blue business suit, her hair was styled in an updo, revealing her slender neck and exquisite earrings.

She didn't have a script; her hands rested lightly on either side of the podium, her gaze sweeping across the entire room like a queen surveying her domain.

Her speech, delivered without notes, was like a stimulant, energizing everyone attending the press conference.

"Longyu anti-cancer drugs, Longyu chemotherapy drugs, Longyu painkillers, Longyu hemostatic drugs..."

Each time she read out a name, the efficacy and price of a drug, it was simultaneously displayed on the large PowerPoint screen behind her.

The audience erupted in enthusiastic and enthusiastic applause, wave after wave, like ocean waves.

Tong Ke wore a black suit, her hair was tied up, and she looked both pure and capable.

At this moment, she was sitting in front of the computer, seamlessly clicking through the PPT content based on Yan Rugo's presentation.

Her fingers slid lightly across the mouse, her eyes focused and tense, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

She worked on this PPT by staying up two nights in a row. Every piece of data, every chart, and every animation effect was the result of her hard work.

Now, her hard work is being recognized by Yan Ruge and is being recognized by the entire country and the world.

She has shed the naivety of a college student.

At this moment, she is the most capable assistant under General Manager Yan of Longyu Group.

After Yan Rugo finished her speech, Tong Ke immediately clicked on the composite video on her computer.

On the big screen, several leading figures in China's medical community appeared on the screen.

Their expressions were radiant, their words were clear, and their voices were excited:

"Longyu Group's medicines have undergone clinical trials with several major hospitals and us. This is a medical miracle and a blessing for countless patients."

"And Longyu's affordable prices are the responsibility of a conscientious company."

"We, several medical experts, spoke out for Long Yu because we saw his magnanimity, and we also wanted to help the patients get rid of their pain as soon as possible."

"At the same time, we hereby announce that several major cancer hospitals in China have officially started using Longyu Group's anticancer drugs and chemotherapy agents."

In front of the television, many patients' family members wiped away tears with emotion.

Previously, their relatives used imported drugs, each injection and each course of treatment costing tens of thousands of yuan.

But now Longyu Pharmaceutical's price is only 10%.

How many families will this alleviate? How many families on the verge of collapse will this save?

Some people hugged each other and cried, some knelt on the ground with their hands clasped together, and some tremblingly picked up the phone to tell their loved ones in the hospital bed:

"There's hope! There's medicine now, and we can afford it..."