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

Inside the office, the air was as thick and sticky as solidified as asphalt.

Each breath was heavy with a suffocating force, mercilessly devouring the last shred of hope for Chen Jianjun and Vice Minister Liu.

Chen Jianjun stared blankly at the glaring dark red [SSSS] warning on the screen, his body trembling slightly uncontrollably.

Just minutes before, a sliver of pathetic relief lingered in his heart—

Even if he loses his position as acting minister, with the Chen family's influence and his own seniority, he can easily return to his original post. At worst, he will lose face and lie low for a few years before making further plans.

But now, even that last illusion has been completely shattered.

"Confidential document beyond authorized access!" These five words were like a red-hot branding iron, searing his very soul.

He suddenly recalled Li Weiguo's repeated emphasis during the handover of his work, which seemed earnest but was actually full of hidden meaning:

"Comrade Jianjun, this position is not easy to hold. The most important thing right now is to 'settle down' it, especially to 'control' the negative public opinion surrounding the Zeng Long incident. This is the most crucial test for you."

"Oh, by the way, there are some files on that computer on your desk that you might need to 'take a good look' at, especially in 'prominent places on the desktop.' Everything has been organized for you, so please make sure to check it carefully."

At that time, he was overwhelmed by the sudden power and the impending victory. The immense joy acted like an anesthetic, numbing his vigilance.

He was convinced that Zeng Long was an ordinary person, and the facts were "irrefutable," so why would he bother to repeatedly check a resume that he had already read more than a dozen times and that was too simple?

"Psychology...this is basic human psychology..."

Chen Jianjun muttered to himself, a bitter smile, more painful than a grimace, spread across his face, filled with self-mockery and despair.

"That's where their cleverness lies...no, it's what's terrifying! They put everything out in the open, using a calculated strategy! They told me beforehand! They even repeatedly reminded me via text message!"

He recalled those few text messages from Li Weiguo, which he had initially thought were the ramblings of a loser, but now they had become deadly curses!

[Public opinion must be controlled!] [Review the document again!]... Each one is an extremely clear warning and instruction!

But he was the acting minister! He received clear instructions and reminders regarding the handover of his work, and the crucial "data" was prominently displayed on his computer desktop!

And what about him? He did nothing!

He allowed his subordinates (Vice Minister Liu) to push it forward.

He allowed the negative public opinion on the internet to spread like wildfire, and perhaps he was even secretly pleased that this public opinion was "helping" him!

This isn't dereliction of duty! This is malfeasance! This is negligence! This is deliberate wrongdoing!

Such a serious oversight and negligence in a case involving personnel with SSSS-level privileges is beyond redemption!

From the very beginning, Li Weiguo had dug a pit for him that he couldn't refuse and even willingly jumped into!

That "killer move" had already been quietly placed on his weak spot when he was at his most triumphant!

"Hah...hah..." Deputy Minister Liu, sprawled on the ground, uttered meaningless syllables, his eyes vacant, clearly having considered the same question.

And he realized that his situation was even worse than Chen Jianjun's—he still had that fatal recording! He was completely finished.

In the western suburbs, a heavily guarded courtyard house.

After being formally announced by security guards, Zeng Sheng was led into Old Master Chen's antique-style but somber reception room.

His tall body stood ramrod straight, each step heavy and powerful, as if containing the potential to erupt a volcano.

In the main seat of the living room, Old Master Chen was talking quietly with Old Master Liu on the opposite sofa. Both of them had a lingering sense of gloom and anxiety between their brows.

Upon seeing Zeng Sheng enter, both men appeared slightly surprised. Old Master Chen habitually flashed a formulaic smile.

"Oh, it's Zeng Sheng. What brings you here today..."

His words came to an abrupt end.

Because Zeng Sheng had no intention of exchanging pleasantries at all.

His face, so similar to his father Zeng Rong's, with its strong, angular features,

His eyes were now filled with icy rage, and a suppressed flame burned within them.

He glanced directly at Old Chen in the main seat and Old Liu next to him.

His gaze was icy and chilling, devoid of any of the usual polite warmth he usually displayed.

He didn't even wait for the host to offer him a seat before brazenly pulling over a heavy mahogany chair, making a harsh scraping sound.

He pulled the chair very close to the two elderly people, sitting down almost face to face, leaning slightly forward, creating a very imposing posture.

This action was extremely rude, almost provocative! Old Chen and Old Liu's faces instantly darkened, their brows furrowing.

Zeng Sheng's chest heaved slightly as he thought of Zeng Long—

That son whom he had never given a shred of warmth or care,

That child who suffered greatly and struggled to survive in a living hell,

That hero who had just made unparalleled contributions to the country but could only remain unknown and even be framed and slandered by his own people!

He thought of the pain, struggle, and inner turmoil his son experienced when he handed over all his chips!

His heart was bleeding and roaring!

My son just wants to go back to China and live a simple, peaceful life!

This is something that almost any ordinary person can easily possess! Why?!

Why did you have to break it so viciously?! Why?!

This intense indignation churned within him, making it nearly impossible for him to maintain his composure.

He forcefully suppressed his surging emotions and refrained from using any form of address.

He took several documents directly from his briefcase and handed them to Old Master Chen and Old Master Liu respectively.

The voice was as cold as ice.

"Take a look at these documents first. After you've read them, we can discuss the purpose of my visit."

Old Chen and Old Liu were taken aback by Zeng Sheng's unprecedented attitude.

A strong sense of foreboding instantly gripped them.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion and a hint of unease in each other's eyes.

They took the document and looked through it with suspicion.

The information is the same.

The first document is a clear screenshot of the bank transfer record.

The remitter's account was that of a mysterious assistant under Chen Yifeng's name, and the recipients were several different people, with a huge sum of money involved.

Next to each recipient's name, their identity was prominently marked in red.

The ringleader of the online trolls involved in this incident has been apprehended. The evidence is irrefutable!

The second document was a transcript of a voice recorder recording.

The content was precisely the phone call between Captain Gao and Deputy Minister Liu regarding the "secret document"!

Every word was like a whip, lashing at Old Liu's heart.

The third document was a printed screenshot of a text message from a mobile phone.

Sender: Li Weiguo; Recipient: Chen Jianjun.

The content is precisely about "controlling public opinion,"

"View desktop files"

A reminder of "Tests and Opportunities"! The timestamps are clearly visible!

The fourth document was another transcript of a recorded phone call.

The two parties on the call were Chen Yifeng and Wu Jun, the eldest grandson of Old Master Wu!

The content blatantly involves using this incident for political deals and cooperation to achieve their respective goals!

The transcript even included notes (excited panting can be heard in the recording).

The two old men's hands began to tremble slightly.

They watched faster and faster, and their breathing became heavy.

These materials, like cold daggers, precisely peeled away all their feigned luck, exposing the bloody and ugly truth.

Shock, panic, and a sense of powerlessness, were laid bare on their faces, which had once remained unmoved even in the face of a collapsing mountain.

Old Chen's knuckles turned white from gripping the handrail, and the old veins on his neck throbbed violently.

Old Liu's face turned completely ashen, as if a few more drops of his energy had been drained away in an instant.

However, this is not the end.

Zeng Sheng seemed oblivious to their drastic change in expression. He took out another tablet computer, skillfully opened a video file, and handed it directly to Old Master Chen.

The video has started playing.

The first sound to come was Chen Yifeng's familiar yet now incredibly jarring voice, filled with smug excitement:

"...Yes! That's it! The hype absolutely cannot die down! I'll ruin his reputation completely! I'll make sure he never has a chance to recover!..."

The screen lit up, clearly showing Chen Yifeng comfortably nestled on the sofa in the luxurious private room of the club, holding his mobile phone and talking animatedly with someone.

The video was taken from an extremely tricky angle, capturing his facial expressions and every subtle movement clearly.

He meticulously planned the entire operation, including how to utilize online trolls, how to guide public opinion, and how to leverage his family's influence to exert pressure…

The detail of its content and the malice of its intent are appalling!

Several other short videos followed, with similar situations.

All of these were Chen Yifeng at different times and places.

Whether by phone or in person with his confidants, the content of his instructions was invariably a conspiracy plotting against Zeng Long's case!

The last video clip was the fatal blow!

In the scene, Chen Yifeng and his mysterious assistant are sitting face to face!

The conversation between the two was clearly audible:

Assistant: "Young Master Feng, everything has been arranged, and the funds are in place. We'll ensure this incident is completely ignited and burned to the ground!"

Chen Yifeng nodded in satisfaction, a cruel smile on his face:

"Very good! Get it done as quickly and efficiently as possible! I want to see results as soon as possible! This time, let's see who can protect him! Li Weiguo is finished! That Zeng Long will be finished too!"

"Clatter!"

Grandpa Chen's withered hands could no longer hold the tablet; the device slipped and landed on his knee.

Then it rolled onto the thick carpet with a dull thud.

He felt as if he had been struck by an invisible giant hammer, and he leaned back in his chair, his eyes wide open, his pupils contracting sharply due to extreme shock and fear, and his whole body trembling uncontrollably!

Grandpa Liu leaned over and saw some clips of the video. His reaction was equally intense. He gasped sharply, his body stiffening, as if he had aged ten years in an instant!

These two men, who had weathered political storms and emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and who had spent their lives in political maneuvering, had long since become tough figures who remained unmoved even when Mount Tai collapsed before them.

At this moment, all the majesty, all the composure, all the imposing presence have vanished!

Instead, there was a profound sense of fear and despair, as if the building was about to collapse and the fortress had been destroyed!

This video... is a nuclear bomb!

It is the ultimate evidence that can completely blast Chen Jianjun and Chen Yifeng of the Chen family, and Liu, the deputy minister of the Liu family, into an abyss from which they can never rise again!

It not only proved Chen Yifeng's crimes, but what's even more terrifying is that it ended up in Zeng Sheng's hands!

This means that the other side had already seen through everything and possessed the most lethal weapon!

With difficulty and trembling, Old Master Chen stretched out his hands to hold onto the cane beside him, hunching his once straight back, trying to stand up with the help of the cane.

His movements were slow and heavy, filled with the sorrow and desolation of a hero's end.

He paced back and forth a couple of times, leaning on his cane, his steps unsteady and weak.

Suddenly, he stopped and abruptly raised his head, his gaze fixed on Old Master Liu, whose face was equally ashen.

The two elderly people's eyes met in mid-air, filled with boundless shock, panic, and a huge question they were unwilling to admit but had to face:

How did this video come about?! Who filmed it?! When was it filmed?!

Could it be that from the very beginning, their most secret stronghold, their core lair which they thought was absolutely safe, had already been infiltrated like a sieve?!

A chilling cold, even more intense than the chill of defeat, instantly seeped into their very bones.