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

Zeng Linglong took a drag of his cigarette and spoke into the speakerphone:

"My brother's kindness is not that simple; he is the benefactor of the Dark Reaper."

"Ye Feng, I heard you say earlier that Uncle Ye is also from Ganluqiao, right?"

"Here's what you're going to do—have your dad, Uncle Ye, set up a comprehensive conglomerate that integrates road and bridge construction, housing construction, business investment, and more."

"Anyway, those two Middle Eastern countries have so many construction projects that the military can't possibly finish them all."

"At the same time, it's better to give the Longyu agency rights to our own people than to give them to others."

"At that time, we will hand over the agency rights for Shanghai, the two surrounding provinces, and the Northwest region to Uncle Ye's Group."

"Tell Uncle Ye this news later. Once President Yin and President Du hear it, they'll know what to do."

"But you just need to say that you will personally accompany him to Longyu to sign the contract tomorrow, and your childhood friend will definitely come along."

"I know you can't speak because of your frozen mouth, so let things take their course with this arrangement."

"Your two sisters-in-law will also be calling President Yin and President Du later. Is this arrangement acceptable?"

"I'm hanging up." Ye Feng replied with only two words, and then hung up the phone.

"Hey—! That frozen guy hung up the phone before he even finished speaking!"

Zeng Linglong angrily threw his phone on the table.

Yan Rugo, Anna, and Teng Ao dared not respond, as they all knew that Zeng Linglong was faking anger—given his relationship with Ye Feng and the others, it would be strange if he were truly angry.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Feng returned to the living room.

All eyes were on him. He walked up to Ye's father, his tone still calm:

"Dad, I just spoke with General Manager Yan and General Manager An."

"They both suggested that you establish a comprehensive conglomerate, and put all the road, bridge, and housing construction projects in the two Middle Eastern countries under your conglomerate."

"In addition, the agency rights for Shanghai, the two surrounding provinces, and Uncle Du's Northwest region will also be transferred to your group."

"I'll take you to Longyu Group to sign the contract tomorrow."

"What?" Ye Zhenkang stood up in shock, his chair sliding back half a foot.

Du Hanyuan, Yin Hang, and several other wealthy businessmen from Shanghai also stood up, their eyes wide with surprise.

Even Ye Feng's family members stood up in shock, their mouths agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

Du Shimeng looked at Ye Feng with disbelief and admiration in her eyes.

They heard an incredible piece of information—the construction of all the roads and bridges in the two Middle Eastern countries, which was a project worth tens of billions of dollars, not including housing construction.

Even more unbearable news is that the agency rights for several major provinces, including Shanghai, have been acquired—

One province is lucky enough. You, Ye Feng, just went out to make a phone call, and in less than five minutes, you brought back such a huge bomb.

But before they could be shocked, Du Hanyuan's phone rang. Du Hanyuan quickly answered the call and pressed the speakerphone button.

A sweet voice rang out: "Hello, Mr. Du! I am Yan Ruge, General Manager of Longyu International."

Du Hanyuan swallowed hard, his voice trembling, "Mr. Yan... Mr. Yan, hello..."

"Hehe." Yan Ruge chuckled. "I heard from Ye Feng that you were having dinner at home. I hope I didn't disturb you?"

"No...no."

Yan Ruge's tone became more direct:

"Then I'll just give you a brief update."

"Come with Ye Feng to Longyu headquarters tomorrow to sign the agency contract."

"Because Longyu requires a deposit of one billion for the agency rights in each province, this time we are giving you six provinces, including Shanghai, so the deposit was originally supposed to be six billion."

"But if it's Uncle Ye's group, we won't accept the deposit, but verification of funds is still required. Please make the necessary preparations."

"Okay...! I...we'll get ready right away."

"That's all for now," Yan Ruge said and hung up the phone.

Everyone in the living room, except Ye Feng, stood with their mouths agape, like statues.

However, at that moment, Yin Hang's phone rang again.

He quickly answered the phone, and Anna's voice came through the speakerphone:

"Hello, Mr. Yin! I am Anna, General Manager of Longyu International Department."

"Mr. An, hello..."

Anna's tone was also very direct:

"Mr. Yin, Ye Feng just called and told me."

"I'm calling to inform you that you need to come to Longyu headquarters with Ye Feng tomorrow to sign a letter of intent."

"Since my Uncle Ye is going to establish a group, your relevant construction qualifications and overseas labor dispatch qualifications are certainly not complete, so I can only sign a letter of intent with you."

"At the same time, you need to prepare 10 billion yuan in start-up capital as a condition for verification."

"Please rest assured that as long as your qualifications and the project progress meet the standards, Longyu will provide a 30% advance payment for all road and bridge construction and building construction, and we will report the relevant progress payments to you every month."

The phone call ended. Everyone started swallowing hard, making gulping sounds in their throats.

Ye Zhenkang and Zhou Simin were a little better off. The couple knew the true relationship between their son and Zeng Linglong, and also knew that Yan Rugo and Anna were their son's sisters-in-law.

But what others don't know is that Yan Rugo and Anna are now the two beauties of Longyu, working with swift efficiency and showing no respect to anyone.

But Ye Feng had the two beauties make the call themselves. Everyone felt like they were dreaming.

At this moment, Ye Feng was a god in Du Shimeng's eyes.

Because she regarded President Teng, President Yan, and President An of Longyu Group as gods, but Ye Feng made a phone call and her two gods personally called to report the good news - isn't he even more of a god?

But she was right—Ye Feng was indeed a god, the Grim Reaper of the dark world. And tomorrow she would see the god she admired with her own eyes.

Du Hanyuan, Yin Hang, and the wealthy Shanghai businessman had no choice but to clasp their hands in a fist and palm salute to Ye Zhenkang. Du Hanyuan's voice choked with emotion:

"Brother Ye, we really have to thank you this time. We'll be counting on you from now on."

Yin Hang nodded and gave a wry smile:

"Without Brother Ye, we wouldn't even be able to get a bowl of soup."

"Didn't you hear that General Manager Yan and General Manager An unconditionally supported Brother Ye in all the terms just now?"

"I've already understood the deeper meaning in their words—it seems that General Manager Yan and General Manager An are helping Brother Ye repay a debt of gratitude."

"They don't need to call us at all, let alone consider us."

"Because the agency rights do not require a deposit, and the construction project also has advance payments—this is a business that requires no investment and is extremely profitable."

Yin Hang pulled Du Hanyuan to bow deeply to Ye Zhenkang, then clasped his hands in a fist salute to Ye Feng and said:

"Xiao Feng, thank you so much, thank you for helping us so much. This kindness is something that even generations of us could never repay."

This is Zeng Linglong's loyalty to his brothers.

He doesn't talk about it, he just does it silently.

Even things his brothers hadn't thought of, he would still think of and do for them.

Outside the window, the sun shone brightly. Inside the Ye family villa, laughter filled the air.

Ye Feng sat between his grandparents, looking at the joyful faces in the room, a rare smile appearing on his lips.

He knew that all of this was because of one person—his eldest son, who was far away in Tiankun City, having dinner with his family.

The leader who never took credit, but always stood behind them.

He picked up his phone and sent Zeng Linglong a text message: Boss, Happy Lantern Festival.

The reply came quickly: You too, frozen goods. Take your childhood friend to Longyu tomorrow, remember to dress smartly.

Ye Feng's lips curved upwards even more.