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

Zeng Linglong stood in front of Teng Ao and the other two, his expression as calm as a deep pool of water.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze passing over the more than ten thousand employees, past the national flag fluttering in the wind on the flagpole in the square—

Its color was exactly the same as the color of his blood.

His gaze continued upwards, where the Longyu headquarters building soared into the clouds. The 108-story skyscraper resembled a sharp sword piercing the sky, its top floor hidden in the flowing clouds.

This is his empire.

He withdrew his gaze, walked up to Teng Ao, and stretched out his right hand to tightly grasp Teng Ao's right arm.

This is a form of recognition, a trust, a silent affirmation.

Teng Ao felt the power transmitted from that hand, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

Zeng Linglong's voice was hoarse, as if the three words were squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Teng Ao raised his head, his eyes filled with tears.

Zeng Linglong didn't say anything more, and strode past the three people towards the main entrance of the headquarters building.

Teng Ao and the other two quickly turned around and followed closely behind him.

When Zeng Linglong took the lead and walked to the main gate!

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Teng Ao abruptly turned around, facing the more than 10,000 employees in the square, and let out a roar that almost tore his throat apart with all his might:

"All employees! Turn around! Bow and shout in unison—Welcome Young Master Long to visit Longyu Headquarters!"

More than 10,000 people turned around in unison.

More than 10,000 suits and suits spun around at the same time, the sound of the fabric rubbing together forming a unified wave of sound.

More than ten thousand business elites raised their heads at the same time, and more than ten thousand eyes turned to the young man standing at the gate.

Then, the sound exploded.

"Welcome, Young Master Long, to Longyu Headquarters!"

The sound was like a tsunami, like thunder, soaring straight into the 108th floor of the sky.

Zeng Linglong turned around.

He finally managed a slight smile as he faced his more than 10,000 employees.

He nodded, extended his right hand from his side, and gave a thumbs-up.

He is acknowledging them.

At that moment, more than 10,000 people simultaneously felt an indescribable sense of pride.

Although they didn't know who this young man was, the fact that he could make Teng Ao bow his head and that he could make two business queens bow their heads meant that his thumbs-up carried more weight than any honor or reward.

Zeng Linglong withdrew his hand, turned and walked through the gate. Teng Ao, Yan Rugo, and Anna followed closely behind.

The doors of the private elevator slowly closed, shutting out the noise from the square.

The LCD screen inside the elevator displays the floor numbers, 1, 2, 3... The numbers jump around rapidly.

There were only four people in the elevator, and Teng Ao pressed the button for the 108th floor.

Today, the top floor of this skyscraper will welcome its true owner.

In the square, everyone was talking. Lü Tianxin walked to Tang Li's side, his voice still trembling:

"Mr. Tang, was that guy just now... was he that legendary figure in Beijing's social circles? That taboo name? Brother Long?"

Tang Li nodded slowly, her voice carrying a complex emotion:

"I think only he could make President Teng and the two business queens bow their heads at the same time."

However, they were unaware of everything they now possessed—

This skyscraper, this smart city, and Longyu's global business empire were all created by that god-like man.

And that man had just been standing in front of them, smiling and giving a thumbs up.

Tong Ke stood not far away, with several young female colleagues gathered around her, excitedly discussing the scene that had just unfolded.

"Oh my god, that man is so handsome!"

"Who exactly is he? He's so young!"

Tong Ke simply smiled at her colleagues' chatter without responding.

Because out of more than 10,000 employees, only she knew the other side of that man.

He is the founder of Longyu.

He is a hero in everyone's eyes.

108 floors.

Zeng Linglong stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, with the entire capital city unfolding beneath his feet.

Cars moved like ants through the streets, while distant mountains appeared and disappeared in the thin mist.

High-rise buildings stand tall.

A prosperous and flourishing era.

To his left, Yan Ruge stood quietly, her fitted suit outlining her perfect curves, her long hair swaying slightly over her shoulders.

To his right, Anna stood still, her blonde hair and blue eyes fixed on the man's profile.

Yan Ruge raised her slender hand, her fingertips lightly touching the glass of the French windows, pointing to the boundless city outside, and whispered:

"Brother Long, the place where you stand is your empire."

Zeng Linglong slowly shook his head.

He opened his arms to the sides at the same time, wrapping his arms around Yan Rugo and Anna's slender waists, pulling the two business queens to his side.

His gaze pierced through the glass, landing on something further away, his voice low and firm:

"No, this is our shared empire. All the land I have conquered will only have meaning if I share it with you."

He tightened his grip slightly and continued:

"Maybe I'm not the most responsible man in the world, but I will make you the happiest women in the world."

"To become the most powerful woman in the world."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly opened his arms wide, like an eagle spreading its wings, encompassing the entire map of the capital.

"This is only a part of our land. There is so much more, and I will take you there to see it all, to review the empire I have built for you."

"That empire was built with my childhood, my youth, more than twenty years of my life, and even with my life."

His voice suddenly became even hoarser, and he uttered the words that brought tears to the eyes of both Yan Rugo and Anna:

"Without your sharing, without my family sharing, without my brothers sharing, without the entire Dragon Kingdom sharing with them—all of this would be meaningless."

No matter how vast the land may be, without someone to share its beauty with, it is nothing more than a pile of cold numbers and land.

No matter how high one's power, without someone to entrust it to, it is nothing more than the loneliness of being at the top.

Zeng Linglong understands this principle better than anyone else.

Because he was battered and bruised by the world and crushed by fate from childhood.

It was those hardships, those years he struggled in the mud, that taught him what was truly important.

It's not about power itself, but about what is protected by power.

It's not about wealth itself, but about what you achieve with wealth.

It's not about the country itself, but about with whom we share it.

Yan Ruge reached out and grasped Zeng Linglong's left arm, her fingers applying gentle pressure.

Anna also grasped his right arm and gently rested her face on his shoulder.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, sunlight pierced through the thin mist, enveloping the three in a golden halo.

No one speaks.

But this moment speaks louder than a thousand words.