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

Zeng Long ended the arrangement that was enough to change the fate of many people, and his gaze swept over every face present, whether excited, shocked, or fearful.

The luxurious crystal chandelier in the private room illuminated his young yet unfathomably dignified face.

"Alright." His voice was calm, yet carried a sense of finality, like a clean sweeping the case.

I'm sure everyone is aware of the importance and confidentiality of everything I've said tonight.

The specific core content, especially the parts involving overseas resources, specific materials, and financial operations, must be strictly controlled among those present and kept absolutely confidential.

He paused deliberately, letting the words "absolutely confidential" strike heavily on everyone's hearts.

"Furthermore," he softened his tone, extending an olive branch that made hearts race:

"As a way of repaying your trust and for weathering the storm together tonight, everyone here is eligible to take a stake in the business empire I just described, except for the parts where responsibilities are already clearly defined."

He glanced around, looking at the eyes that had lit up instantly, and reiterated:

"This is also what I said at the beginning, something closely related to everyone's vital interests. I hope we can not only become friends, but also partners who share common interests and move forward hand in hand."

He glanced at his watch; it was nearly midnight. "It's getting late, and everyone's had a tough night."

"Teng Ao," he looked at Teng Dashao, who had just been entrusted with an important task and was still in a state of extreme excitement:

"Identify who needs to stay overnight, arrange the best rooms, and make sure everyone gets a good rest."

Then he ordered, "Arrange a suite for me too."

His gaze turned to Shi, "Tiezhu, Yefeng, Xiaoya, come with me."

Teng Ao was extremely efficient and quickly settled everyone in.

In the most luxurious suite at Yueting Garden, Zeng Long sat relaxed on the sofa in the center of the living room!

Tie Zhu stood guard at the door like an iron tower, while Ye Feng hid in the shadows beside the curtains, his sharp eyes scanning the outside of the window.

Xiaoya, like a nimble cat, had already explored every corner of the room.

"Boss," Xiaoya hopped onto the sofa opposite Zeng Long and sat cross-legged, her bright eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Just now down there, you probably only talked about a small part, right? You must have left many tricks up your sleeve regarding the real core operational plan and the deeper strategic layout, right?"

She tilted her head, her tone resolute.

Upon hearing this, Zeng Long's face flashed with a barely perceptible smile, tinged with a hint of wickedness and weariness, as he pointed at her:

"You have such a keen eye, nothing can escape your notice."

He didn't answer directly, but stood up and slowly walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

The dazzling yet cold night view of the capital unfolded before him, with thousands of lights like stars crawling at his feet.

With his back to Xiaoya and the other two, he took out his specially encrypted phone from his pocket and skillfully dialed a number.

The call was quickly answered, and a deep, slightly tired voice came from the other end—it was Li Weiguo.

"Uncle Li, you're still awake, aren't you?" Zeng Long's tone carried a hint of familiarity between a junior and an elder.

"Sleep? How can you possibly sleep!" Li Weiguo's voice carried a helpless wry smile and a hint of barely concealed astonishment.

"How many of those in Yueting Garden, and those watching it, will be able to sleep tonight? You... you've truly made a name for yourself, no, you've caused a sensation!"

His tone became complicated:

It can be said that in just one night, anyone in the capital city, and even in the entire country, with any rank or access to information, would know the name "Zeng Long".

Moreover, they will list your terrifying and mysterious identity, your boundless power, and your... well, your decisive and ruthless methods as top-level taboos.

Li Weiguo's voice was filled with disbelief:

I mean, what's wrong with your brain?

Improvisation and on-the-spot planning, one step after another, turned a crisis into your personal showcase!

In the end, they even created a dead end that forced those old foxes to back down!

He paused, his tone carrying a hint of reminiscence:

Do you know what Grandpa Wu said in private when he passed away?

He said, "Losing to such a young man, I have nowhere to hide my face."

But I have nothing to say about losing to his monstrous wisdom and strategic planning. If anyone in Beijing tonight were in my position, facing his combination of attacks, the outcome would be the same: no solution! A dead end!

Li Weiguo sighed deeply: "Such a heavy evaluation coming from Old Wu's mouth! It is truly unmatched."

He abruptly changed the subject and asked directly:

"Alright, stop beating around the bush. You, this 'god of death,' calling in the middle of the night, you're definitely not just looking for a casual chat. So, what 'good news' is it?"

Zeng Long looked out the window at the dazzling yet cold night, and that wicked smile reappeared on his lips, but this time, it carried a deeper meaning.

"It's good news, definitely." His voice clearly reached Li Weiguo's ears through the radio waves, "And it's incredibly good news."

He paused deliberately, as if to observe the other person's possible reaction, before speaking slowly and deliberately:

"Firstly, it is a great opportunity for you, Uncle Li, an opportunity that will allow you to advance further in your already prominent position, and even leave a lasting mark on your life."

"Secondly," Zeng Long said enticingly, "is to give Uncle Li a real, sustainable, and honorable life of wealth and honor. Not the kind of shady, underhanded kind, but a wealth that can be displayed openly and benefit future generations."

He paused again, then asked softly, "Uncle Li, would you be interested in coming over for a face-to-face meeting?"

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, lasting more than ten seconds.

Zeng Long could even faintly hear the other person's breathing, which had suddenly become heavy and rapid, through the receiver.

Clearly, the two baits he threw out were far too heavy, so heavy that even a seasoned figure like Li Weiguo could not remain calm immediately.

Finally, two words came from the other end of the phone, spoken by Li Weiguo with a trembling voice despite his best efforts to suppress them:

"Where?"

"Yue Ting Yuan, Suite 1," Zeng Long announced the location.

"Wait for me!" "Beep beep beep—" The call was quickly disconnected, and a busy signal rang out.

Zeng Long slowly put down his phone, turned around, and his face had returned to calm.

Silence fell again in the suite.

A secret meeting concerning a grander strategy and deeper interests.

It is about to unfold in the deepest darkness of the capital city.

A new prologue has begun.