Title: Reborn in Handong, Starting with an Investment in Gao Yuliang

Liang Qunfeng continued, "Of course Zhao Lichun wanted to stop him, but I simply used the 'stability maintenance' label to shut him down!"

"Hundreds of workers are blocking the gate, demanding a petition. Does the top official in Jingzhou dare to say no?"

"In the end, not only did Secretary Lu not allow him to stop it, but he also personally assigned him to oversee the implementation of this acquisition!"

"This time, Zhao Lichun has lost both his wife and his army! He's completely lost face!"

After listening to the father's recounting.

Liang Cheng let out a long sigh of relief.

The last weight on his heart was finally lifted.

"With Secretary Lu's approval, we've got the imperial sword in our hands."

"Dad, your tactic of forcing your father out of a position was brilliantly executed."

"The fattest piece of meat from the Red Star Factory has completely rotted in our pot."

The atmosphere in the study.

I felt incredibly relaxed for a moment.

The huge commercial victory put both father and son in high spirits.

This is the most crucial victory they have achieved since joining forces.

However, after celebrating their commercial success...

Liang Cheng's smile slowly faded.

He refilled his father's teacup, his expression turning serious.

"Dad, don't be too happy yet."

"There's something else that's even more important than taking over the Red Star Factory."

Liang Qunfeng was taken aback, his hand holding the teacup stopped in mid-air.

"Oh? Is there anything else?"

Liang Cheng's gaze was profound, as if he could see into the future.

"Qi Tongwei's rise to fame in this battle is a foregone conclusion."

"His rise means that the political and legal system in Handong is about to change."

Liang Qunfeng pondered his son's words.

He nodded thoughtfully.

Liang Cheng looked at his father and made a startling prediction.

"Believe it or not, once the competition is over, Gao Yuliang will come to visit you within three days."

"Gao Yuliang?"

Liang Qunfeng put down his teacup, his brows furrowing slightly.

"That old scholar? Although he is Qi Tongwei's teacher, he has always been careful to protect his reputation and is a notoriously slippery person."

"Between me and Zhao Lichun, he always wanted to take a middle ground, not offending either of us."

"Would he willingly come to me for help?"

Liang Qunfeng expressed his doubts about this.

Liang Cheng nodded firmly.

"In the past, Gao Yuliang did not take sides because the situation was unclear and he did not want to gamble."

"Things are different now."

"The Zhao family's public defeat at the Standing Committee meeting is the first signal."

"Qi Tongwei, his most prized student, is about to soar to great heights and become a sharp sword in your hands. This is the second signal."

Liang Cheng's analysis is insightful and gets straight to the heart of the matter.

"Gao Yuliang is a smart man. He knows very well that the gray area has disappeared."

"If he doesn't seize the opportunity with Qi Tongwei and get on board with the Liang family soon, he'll really become an insignificant loner in the Department of Political Science and Law at Wuhan University."

"Zhao Lichun will not tolerate him, and we will not give him another chance."

Liang Qunfeng's eyes.

What started as doubt turned into sudden realization.

He was once again impressed by his son's political insight beyond his years.

Liang Cheng continued to make arrangements.

"Dad, Gao Yuliang's knife may be slippery, but it's sharp enough. If used properly, it can help us take down many people."

"So when he comes, please follow my instructions."

"Don't rush to refuse, but don't rush to agree either."

"Just three words: keep him hanging."

"Let him understand that if he wants to get on board, he has to show enough sincerity and pledge his loyalty."

Looking into his son's unfathomable eyes, Liang Qunfeng felt a surge of pride.

With a son like this, what more could a husband ask for!

He nodded heavily, his voice firm and resolute.

"Okay, whatever you say!"

……

The third day of the grand competition.

Final day.

Abandoned Third Chemical Plant in western Beijing.

The sky was overcast with dark clouds, and the huge chimneys, like silent giants, pierced the gray canopy.

The air was filled with the smells of engine oil, rust, and some unknown chemical residue, creating a nauseating and oppressive atmosphere.

The live-fire exercise was codenamed "Pulling the Nails".

The event officially kicked off here.

Qi Tongwei's Red Army assault team was composed of elite young police officers selected from various cities across the province.

Their mission was to storm the complex factory maze and rescue the hostages held captive by the "terrorists."

however.

They didn't know.

This is the hunting ground of Zhang Long, the commander of the Blue Army.

"Operation begins!"

At the command of the headquarters, twenty Red Army members shot into the factory area from two directions like arrows released from a bow.

They were young, passionate, and full of the desire to win.

But what awaited them was a web of death that had already been woven.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Almost the instant they stepped into the heart of the factory, violent explosions rang out from all directions!

Several simulated stun grenades exploded in the crowd, the blinding light and piercing ringing instantly robbing most people of their senses.

Although these young police officers are all top performers in their respective units, they have almost no experience in coordinated operations.

The once neat formation instantly descended into chaos.

"Enemy attack! Take cover!"

"Holy crap! My eyes!"

On the communication channel, panicked shouts were mixed with painful groans.

The real nightmare has only just begun.

"superior!"

A low growl.

Zhang Long and his group of real special police officers.

Like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves.

It leaped out from the shadows of the factory, behind the containers, and above the abandoned pipes!

They did not choose to engage in long-range firefights.

Instead, they chose the most brutal and revealing method of close combat!

A Red Army police officer had just recovered from the shock of the stun grenade.

Before he could even raise his gun, a fist wrapped in a tactical glove slammed into his face.

The excruciating pain of a broken nose bridge came through.

He fell backward.

Immediately afterwards, a Blue Team SWAT officer's knee slammed heavily into his chest.

"puff!"

Red smoke, signifying "death in action," rose from his body.

Such scenes were playing out simultaneously in every corner of the factory area.

Zhang Long's tactics were simple and brutal.

Using absolute combat experience and teamwork, they delivered a crushing blow to these "rookies".

He set up a crossfire network.

It wasn't about shooting at all, but about dividing the battlefield and creating perfect conditions for close-quarters combat!

Less than ten minutes.

The Red Army's defenses had completely collapsed.

Twenty minutes later, the screams on the communication channel gradually subsided.

Despairing red smoke rose from the bodies of most of the Red Army members.

"Qi Tongwei! All your teammates are dead!"

Zhang Long's voice, amplified by a high-powered loudspeaker, echoed through the empty factory area, filled with a playful and cruel tone, like a cat playing with a mouse.

"You're the only one left! Are you going to hide in that run-down office building like a coward?"

"Come out and surrender! We'll give you some face!"

"Don't force me to go up there, I'll break your legs myself!"

The voice was filled with undisguised bloodlust and excitement.

Yesterday's shame.

Today, he will take it back here, a hundredfold, a thousandfold!

Inside the building.

Qi Tongwei leaned against the dusty wall, his chest heaving violently.

He listened to Zhang Long's arrogant shouts outside, but his eyes remained unusually calm, without the slightest hint of panic.

He did not choose to surrender.

Instead, he turned around and stepped onto the stairs leading to the rooftop terrace.