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

Just as Zeng Sheng and Li Weiguo received the old man's thunderous order and began to mobilize resources, preparing to eliminate all the flies and mosquitoes surrounding Zeng Long with overwhelming force.

The Academic Affairs Office of Beijing University was visited by a group of uninvited guests.

Several investigators, led by Director Dong of the Department of Supervision of the Ministry of Education, walked into the conference room of the Academic Affairs Office with serious expressions.

Director Dong felt quite pleased with himself at that moment.

Three hours earlier, he "happened" to receive a formal complaint about Beijing Qing University's illegal admission of transfer students. The complainant was Wang Tianhao, the son of the Wang family in Beijing.

Logically speaking, a report of this level shouldn't even reach the hands of a department head like him.

But because he paid "special attention," the material was easily delivered to his desk.

Under the guise of "rectifying irregularities in university operations," he personally led a team to Beijing Tsinghua University.

At this moment, in the conference room of the Academic Affairs Office of Beijing Qing University.

The atmosphere was so heavy it could be squeezed out of you.

On one side of the long conference table sat several investigators, led by Director Dong of the Supervision Department of the Ministry of Education. They all had serious expressions and exuded official authority.

On the other side were several vice principals and the director of the academic affairs office, whose expressions were much more complex, showing doubt, unease, and a hint of barely perceptible resentment.

Director Dong slowly took a sip of tea to moisten his throat.

Only then did he put down his teacup and speak in a deliberately crafted, gentle yet unquestionable tone:

"Dear school leaders, I apologize for coming here today, but the main reason is that I received a formal complaint!"

"This reflects irregularities in our school's operations, including the abuse of power to admit individuals with special status or potentially a history of misconduct."

"The person involved is named Zeng Long."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the slightly stiff faces of the school leaders, and continued:

"We're just here on routine, to verify the truth of the matter!"

"Excuse me, which officer is in charge of Zeng Long's enrollment?"

"Would it be convenient for us to review the approval materials and related documents from that time?"

The person in charge at the time was Director Sun of the Academic Affairs Office.

He cursed a thousand times in his heart, but had to put on a polite smile on his face.

He handed over a document that he had prepared beforehand.

"Director Dong, this is Zeng Long's admission approval document. Please take a look."

Director Dong took the document and pretended to carefully read through it.

When I saw the three strong and powerful signatures of "Li Weiguo" and the bright red seal of the Ministry of State Security at the bottom of the page.

A look of expectation flashed in his eyes, followed by a troubled expression:

"Oh... a document personally signed by the Minister of Security?"

He dragged out the words, as if he were holding not a document, but a hot potato!

"Hehe, this... involves the Ministry of State Security, which is a sensitive matter. Our education system really has no right to interfere. We have to abide by the rules."

His tone suddenly shifted, his eyes sharpened, and his voice lowered, carrying a hint of suggestion:

"However, the whistleblower letter states that this Zeng Long... has a long history of misconduct and is not a legitimate overseas exchange student at all!"

"These are things we, as educators, must be very careful about!"

"If it were true, wouldn't that tarnish the century-old reputation of Jingqing?"

The school leaders present were almost simultaneously thinking:

Be cautious my foot!

Zeng Long is doing exceptionally well; all the teachers are praising him to the skies! We're all vying to hear his praise!

Seeing that no one from the school responded and the atmosphere became awkward, Director Dong felt he had put enough pressure on them, so he spoke up on his own:

"Therefore, we must first clarify whether Zeng Long's enrollment is an official matter or a personal matter?"

"If it's official business, we naturally have no right to interfere. But if it's private business... then that would probably involve abuse of power for personal gain."

He unleashed his prepared "trump card".

Leaning slightly forward, he appeared to be very open and honest.

"To be honest, before I came here..."

"I also consulted with the comrade in charge of related business in the security department (actually, it was Director Liu, the person Chen Yifeng first called)."

"They made it clear that Zeng Long... is not within their classified list!"

"As for why Minister Li signed it personally, they have no idea."

He shrugged, looking like he was saying, "I'm very fair."

Therefore, the term "official business" is probably debatable!

"Of course, we can't rule out the possibility that Zeng Long might have some...unspeakable special identity!"

"But our education system must first and foremost be responsible to the Party and the country, and to the students!"

"How about this, in order to clarify the situation, could we ask Zeng Long to come over in person? We'd like to ask him about it in person."

Director Sun cursed Director Dong's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind. Wasn't this putting our school in a very difficult position?

But he was a low-ranking official with little influence, so he could only swallow his anger and send someone to fetch Zeng Long.

In the dormitory, Zeng Long was chatting and joking with Zhu Yiqun, Du Ziteng, and Hao Shuai, listening to Zhu Yiqun analyze which cafeteria auntie had the steadyest hand when serving food, as if he had completely forgotten about his computer being hacked.

The classmate who delivered the message arrived. Zeng Long raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised, but still calmly followed him into the meeting room.

Upon entering and seeing this scene, Zeng Long understood seven or eight parts of the situation.

His face was expressionless, his gaze calmly sweeping across the room before he naturally found an empty seat and sat down, his posture as relaxed as if he were in his own living room.

Director Sun braced himself and briefly introduced the identities and purpose of Director Dong and his entourage.

Director Dong cleared his throat, adopted a bureaucratic interrogation style, and launched the first attack:

"Zeng Long, we've called you here today because someone has filed a formal complaint alleging that you violated regulations by enrolling in school. Do you have anything to explain?"

There was silence in the conference room.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... a full minute and more passed.

Zeng Long remained motionless, like an old monk in deep meditation, not uttering a sound or even moving his lips.

He first studied the structure of the ceiling chandelier with great interest.

Then he looked down as if examining the texture of the floor, his expression so natural that it was as if no one had asked him a question at all.

Director Dong's face fell; he felt his authority had been challenged, and his tone became more forceful:

"Zeng Long! Please adopt a proper attitude! Cooperate actively with our inquiries! Speak up promptly!"

Zeng Long then slowly raised his head, looking at Director Dong with an extremely innocent, even somewhat bewildered, gaze, and spoke in a steady voice:

"Sir, please ask."

"Huh?" Director Dong was taken aback.

"You didn't even ask me what specific crime they accused me of?"

Zeng Long looked puzzled, as if to say, "Your procedure is wrong."

"How am I supposed to answer if you don't ask me for specifics? Do you expect me to confess that I wet the bed when I was three and peeped at the neighbor lady taking a bath when I was five?"

"Pfft—" One of the older school leaders couldn't help but burst out laughing, and quickly covered his mouth to pretend to cough.

Director Dong was speechless for a moment, and his face turned red instantly.

One of his eager-to-shine subordinates slammed his hand on the table and shouted:

"Zeng Long! What's your attitude! Confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely!"

Zeng Long completely ignored the bristling henchman and instead turned his gaze to the school leaders, asking very seriously:

"Distinguished leaders, I would like to confirm whether I am still a student at Beijing Tsinghua University?"

Director Sun quickly nodded, "Yes, of course!"

"Oh." Zeng Long nodded, then looked at the staff member who had slammed his hand on the table and answered in a serious tone:

"Then I'll confess, I'm a student."

"You...!" The staff member almost choked on his breath, pointing at Zeng Long, his fingers trembling.

Director Dong was so angry his liver hurt. He forcibly suppressed his anger and his tone became even more serious:

"Zeng Long! Please stop making trouble! Someone has filed a formal complaint accusing you of gaining admission through irregular means! Please explain yourself!"

Zeng Long still didn't answer directly, but instead looked at the school leaders and pointed to the document in Director Dong's hand:

"Distinguished leaders, is that... the esteemed expert across from me, holding my admission approval document?"

The school leaders nodded silently.

Zeng Long fell silent again. He just looked at Director Dong with a "then what are you still babbling about?" look.

Director Dong felt his power was being trampled on, and his anger surged.

"If you continue to refuse to cooperate, we have the right to determine that you have been admitted illegally! You will face expulsion!"

"Oh—" Zeng Long drawled, finally revealing a look of sudden realization.

Then he looked at Director Dong with an expression as if he were looking at an idiot, "So, sir, what are you holding in your hand? Is it waste paper?"

He paused, his tone laced with extreme sarcasm:

"If you have legitimate approval documents in your hand, why are you even asking questions?"

"Isn't it written clearly in black and white with a red stamp?"

"You can't read the signature of the Minister of State Security, or do you not recognize it?"

"I...I..." Director Dong was momentarily speechless, his mind a little blank.

The subordinate who had just slammed the table jumped out again to "save" his master (but actually stabbed him in the back):

"We believe there may be problems with the approval process for this document!"

Zeng Long finally spared him a glance, as if looking at a fly:

"There's a problem with the documents? Then go find the department that approved them!"

"Go find the person who signed it to verify!"

"The stamp and signature on the document are clearly from the relevant organization, and you're asking a student like me?"

"Did I make him sign it? Or did I force him to stamp it at gunpoint?"

"You..." The subordinate was once again rendered speechless, his face turning red.

Director Dong forced a response, delivering what he thought was a fatal blow:

"I asked the head of the department in charge of approvals within the security department! They said they were unaware of it!"

"This is very likely Minister Li Weiguo's personal matter!"

"Now I'm asking you, what exactly is your relationship with Minister Li Weiguo?"

Upon hearing this, the school leaders' expressions changed! This issue was far too sensitive and had crossed a line!

Zeng Long finally revealed an extremely exaggerated expression—his eyes held a mixture of shock, pity, and disdain for someone mentally challenged.

They looked Director Dong up and down as if admiring some prehistoric oddity.

Director Dong felt uneasy and furious under that gaze:

"Why are you looking at me like that?!"

Zeng Long shook his head, muttering something under his breath, his voice not loud but clearly reaching everyone's ears:

"My dear friend... at first I suspected you were just drunk and intoxicated!"

"Now I seriously suspect... that your brain was repeatedly slammed into a toilet door when you were a child?"

"Pfft—hahaha!" This time, several school leaders couldn't help but burst out laughing, then quickly suppressed it, their shoulders shrugging.

The review team members brought by Director Dong were also dumbfounded; they had never seen such an arrogant student before!

Zeng Long gave them no time to react, speaking rapidly, like a machine gun:

What does the Ministry of State Security do?

"That's a national security agency!"

What does a document personally signed by the Minister of Security signify?

"This could indicate a national security issue!"

"You, a director of an education department, come here to question a student about your personal relationship with Minister Li?"

He slammed his hand on the table! "Bang!" The loud noise startled everyone! His force was far more terrifying than when the lowly henchman had slammed his hand on the table earlier!

Zeng Long's eyes instantly turned sharp, and his voice turned cold.

He said, borrowing the tiger's power:

"What if I actually say something confidential!"

"Every single one of you here will be leaving this room today!"

"They all have to go in for quarantine and investigation! Do you dare listen to that?! Huh?!"

The school leaders turned pale with fright and quickly waved their hands:

"No need to say anything! We don't want to know anything!"

They didn't want to get into such a huge mess.

Zeng Long pressed his advantage, pointing his finger at Director Dong's nose:

"I don't know if you grew up drinking fake alcohol, or if you were given instructions by some superior?"

"You came to Tsinghua University to act like an official and cause a drunken scene! But now I seriously doubt your intelligence and motives."

Director Dong was trembling with rage, pointing a finger at Zeng Long: "You...you...Fine! Fine! Fine! Then I'll file a formal complaint..."

"Stop!" Zeng Long abruptly interrupted him.

The disdain in his eyes was almost tangible:

"I thought you were just drunk, but now I realize I was wrong!"

"This isn't a problem with drinking at all; it's like your brain got slammed in a toilet door and then soaked in a vat of sulfuric acid."

"An admissions case, personally approved by the mysterious Minister of State Security and with its contents encrypted, has been 'reported by name'!"

Zeng Long's voice was full of sarcasm:

"You're amazing! How did you know about this encrypted information without investigating the whistleblower?"

"Instead of investigating whether his source involves the theft of state secrets, why come here to question the person he is supposed to protect?"

He glanced around at the school leaders:

"These leaders can testify that, apart from a very few designated personnel, who at the school knew my specific enrollment channels?"

"So here's the question: how did the whistleblower find out?"

"Where did he get his information? Why don't you investigate the loopholes in this story, and instead come to me?"

Should I praise you for "enforcing the law impartially," or should I scold you for being as stupid as pigs, being used as pawns and still showing off here?

The review team members brought by Director Dong were also dumbfounded; this time, they were truly dumbfounded!

They had never encountered such an arrogant and difficult student before!

They didn't get any substantive questions asked, and instead were bombarded with insults, leaving them utterly humiliated and riddled with holes.

And there's no way to refute it! What kind of weirdo is this?!

The subordinate who slammed the table tried to salvage the last shred of dignity, and bracing himself, he once again presented the contents of the whistleblower letter:

"The whistleblower also said you had a long history of bad behavior at school! How do you explain that?"

Zeng Long looked surprised:

"A long criminal record? Did I kill someone?"

Subordinates:

"No...no, that's not true!"

Zeng Long:

"So I set it on fire?"

Subordinates:

"No...no!"

Zeng Long spread his hands, his expression even more innocent:

"Then I'd like to ask, what exactly are my egregious misconducts?"

"You have to give me a charge, don't you?"

His subordinates got caught up in the charade and subconsciously repeated:

"I'm asking what kind of serious misconduct you have?"

Zeng Long suddenly realized something and slapped his thigh:

"Oh! I got into a fight!"

Subordinate: "???"

His mind completely went blank.

Zeng Long stared at him and asked again very seriously:

"I was in a fight? When? Where? With whom? What's the injury report?"

The subordinate was so overwhelmed by the relentless questioning that he became dizzy and his tongue was tied in knots.

"You...you...you..."

Zeng Long turned to Director Dong, who was trembling with anger.

With an expression that seemed to say, "Are your subordinates crazy?"

"Boss, is he... a mind-blowing repeater?"

"Pfft—!" Even the most serious vice principal couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The people brought by Director Dong were all dumbfounded, their faces turned pale, and they were sweating profusely.

They suddenly realized that they had fallen into an extremely dangerous logical trap and political vortex!

Yes, if the document is genuine, they are provoking the Ministry of State Security!

If the document is fake, how did the whistleblower know? Either way, they're caught in the middle.

Director Dong felt his blood pressure spike, his head spin, and his vision go black.

He hurriedly and frantically pulled out his blood pressure medication from his pocket, swallowed it with trembling hands, and pressed his throbbing temples tightly with his hands.

Just then, Zeng Long did something that made everyone's jaws drop.

He slowly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and pulled one out.

Then, with a vintage match, I lit it with a "snap" and took a deep drag.

The school leaders were speechless. This was the only student in the school's history who dared to smoke in front of so many leaders.

And he smoked it so casually and effortlessly...

Amidst the swirling smoke, Zeng Long peered through the bluish-gray haze at the disheveled Director Dong across from him, his gaze cold and imposing.

Then, he took out his phone, put it on speakerphone, and dialed a number.

The phone was answered quickly after only two rings.

Zeng Long spoke calmly into his phone:

"Our esteemed Minister Li, I finally managed to come to Beijing Qing University as an exchange student."

"Why does it feel like the whole world is about to find out?"

"Several leaders from the Ministry of Education have arrived here, including a director surnamed Dong, who is with his entourage. They're in the Academic Affairs Office conference room and insist on asking me what my relationship is with you, saying my enrollment was irregular!"

"So, would you like to come over and explain to them, or should I confess to them now and be treated leniently?"

On the other end of the phone, Li Weiguo's voice exploded instantly, and one could feel his overwhelming rage and murderous intent even through the phone:

"What?! Tell them to stay right there! Nobody's allowed to leave! I'll be there in ten minutes!"

"Okay." Zeng Long replied casually, "We'll be waiting for you in the conference room of the Academic Affairs Office at Beijing University."

Click. The phone call ended.

The meeting room was deathly silent.

Zeng Long took a drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled the smoke toward Director Dong and his entourage, who were ashen-faced and trembling all over, his eyes looking at them as if they were a pile of garbage.

Director Dong dared not wait for Li Weiguo at this moment.

All he wants right now is to disappear on the spot!

Neither the Wang family's entrustment nor the Chen family's hints are as important as one's own official hat and life.

"Uh... well... I just remembered! There's an urgent meeting at the department! Yes! An urgent meeting! We have to go now! Sorry to bother you!"

Director Dong was incoherent, practically scrambling to his feet to get up from his chair, and led his equally terrified subordinates in a hasty escape from the conference room, their speed comparable to fleeing a disaster.

The school leaders looked at their disheveled figures and exchanged bewildered glances.

Then, with a complicated look in his eyes, he looked at the young student who was still sitting there, leisurely blowing smoke rings.

Just who is this guy?

Zeng Long simply stubbed out his cigarette, as if the thrilling confrontation just now was nothing more than a trivial farce.

He stood up and nodded slightly to the school leaders: "Leaders, if there's nothing else, I'll go back to class now."

He left behind a room full of dumbfounded people and walked away with an air of nonchalance.

Hidden strength and name.