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

"Don't rush, Uncle Li." Zeng Long smiled like a cunning fox.

"It's just funding, right? No big deal. As long as we have good projects and profitable execution plans, funding... will naturally swarm in like sharks smelling blood."

He stopped looking at Li Weiguo, who was on the verge of collapse, and turned to Xiaoya, who was already eager to get started on the sofa, and instructed her:

"Xiaoya, connect with those bored 'brothers' outside and tell them that I'm starting a company, a legitimate business, to make big money so they can retire."

"Alright, boss! Watch this!" Xiaoya responded excitedly, immediately pulling out her encrypted communicator, which was comparable to a small military-grade computer, and her fingers flew across the keyboard.

The first video call connected, and the screen showed a handsome but somewhat nervous white face against a backdrop of a luxurious European-style study.

"Hi... Little Lawrence, how are you?" Xiaoya waved mischievously at the camera, her smile sweet and harmless.

On the screen, Lawrence seemed to have seen a little devil, almost jumping up from his leather chair, and hurriedly said in accented Chinese:

Good heavens! My dear lady! You've finally remembered your poor gentleman brother?

I heard... I heard you gave the leader's secret treasury to... you know?

I swear! I've been really honest lately, haven't done anything big, and haven't made much money at all!

He almost reflexively tried to appease her and explain, afraid that if he was even a step too slow, this little devil would take notice.

"Tch~ Who has time to covet your pittance?" Xiaoya curled her lip in disdain. "Anyway, I already know your account passwords."

She cut to the chase, no more small talk: "Little Lawrence, listen up, the boss has decided to open a big company in China and wants to know if you'd like to invest?"

"Fuck! What did you say?!"

Lawrence's voice instantly rose eight octaves, his handsome face contorted with extreme excitement:

"The boss wants to start a company?! I want to invest! Of course I want to invest! I'd even stake my own money! Wait! Wait a minute! Let me think..."

He grabbed his short hair and spun around in place:

"I sold all my properties, luxury cars... I should be able to raise over a hundred million US dollars... but that definitely won't be enough! When the boss starts a company, it's an absolutely world-shaking business, practically a money-printing machine! The profits will definitely be faster than robbing a bank!"

He suddenly roared at the camera:

Walker! Walker! Where the hell are you?! Quick! Get all the brothers armed! Spread the word, the protection money for all the venues will double this month! No! Triple it!

Also, find me which nearby bank has the biggest vault... No, no, that's too slow! Anyway, I need US dollars! Lots of US dollars! Cash!!

Before he could finish speaking, the video call was abruptly ended by him amidst his incoherent roaring.

Li Weiguo watched in stunned silence, his mouth agape for a long time. What...what kind of fundraising method is this?!

Xiaoya ignored Li Weiguo's expression and skillfully dialed a second video call.

This time, the screen split in two, revealing two men with a tough demeanor and slightly darker skin; they appeared to be on a training field.

"Tang Long! Fang Rong! The boss is starting a company!" Xiao Ya said succinctly.

In the scene, the man named Fang Rong was stunned at first, then his face lit up with wild joy. He turned around abruptly and let out a deafening roar at the group of muscular men training behind him:

You rookies! Get out of here! Right now! Immediately! Go to the underground black market and fight in underground boxing matches! Beat them to a pulp!

I don't care whether you win or lose, I want money! Lots and lots of money!

If anyone dares to lose and come back, I'll beat them to a pulp!

Then he turned back and gave the camera a smile that could only be described as "ferocious":

"Little Sparrow! Wait a few days for us! We promise to make a big donation!" After saying that, there was another busy signal.

Xiaoya rolled her eyes speechlessly, put down the communicator, and spread her hands in front of Zeng Long:

"Boss, I think you should do it yourself. These lunatics all know you're a business genius, a Midas touch, making money faster than they can rob. The moment I open my mouth, they go straight into 'zero-dollar purchase' mode, and we can't communicate normally at all."

Zeng Long couldn't help but twitch his lips when he saw Xiao Ya's disgusted expression.

He reluctantly took the communicator, found a number labeled "Jiang Tianhua," and dialed the video call.

The call was answered almost instantly, and the screen displayed a resolute and composed face, weathered by time, against a backdrop that appeared to be a simple command post.

"Boss! What are your orders?" Jiang Tianhua's voice was crisp and clear, carrying the iron-blooded style of a soldier.

Well! Xiaoya and Li Weiguo breathed a sigh of relief almost simultaneously; finally, someone with a normal demeanor had appeared.

Facing the camera, Zeng Long calmly reiterated his reasons for starting the company and needing capital investment.

As a result... there was a silence of about two seconds on the other end of the phone, followed by an uproar even more chaotic than Lawrence and Fang Rong combined!

"Wu Lei! Liu Feng! Where the hell have you been?!" Jiang Tianhua's roar made the microphone buzz.

"Quickly! Assemble all able-bodied men! Check equipment! Fully load ammunition!"

The target... those few unruly oil fields and diamond mines near the target!

Yes! Grab whatever else is valuable!

Remember! Be quick! Be stylish!

Then, as if just remembering he was still on the phone, he said urgently to Zeng Long:

"Boss! Please wait a few days, we..."

Zeng Long's eyelids twitched as he listened. Before he could even feel "warmth" at this familiar style, he immediately interrupted him, his tone serious:

"Wait! Don't hang up! I have something important to tell you!"

"Oh? Boss, please tell me quickly!" Jiang Tianhua's voice was still urgent. "Time is of the essence! Raising money is the most important thing!"

"Damn it!" Zeng Long couldn't help but curse inwardly, but he knew there was no way to beat around the bush with these guys, so he gave the order directly, his tone leaving no room for argument:

"Listen, Jiang Tianhua! I am ordering you to temporarily put aside the matter of raising funds."

"Get the entire Middle East into chaos as quickly as possible!"

"I don't care what methods you use—creating friction, spreading rumors, stirring up disputes… in short, it all boils down to one word—chaos!"

"The Saiyan armed forces and the 'Hellfire' will fully cooperate with your operation. I want to get every notable dark force, terrorist organization, mercenary group, local armed force, and anti-government army in the Middle East moving and creating chaos!"

"You and 'Hellfire' can even fake a fierce conflict and start fighting, but you must control the situation and the scale, and not actually get involved. I will contact Baroque personally later."

"Did you understand?!"

"Roger that, boss!" Jiang Tianhua accepted the order without hesitation, but then added somewhat awkwardly:

"But... Boss, we still need to raise money to invest, and... we can't spare the energy for that..."

Zeng Long: "..." He was truly speechless this time, and could only squeeze out four words through gritted teeth as he faced the camera:

"Execute the order!" Then, without waiting for Jiang Tianhua to say anything more, he reached out and hung up the phone.

An eerie silence fell over the suite.

Li Weiguo stared at the absurd scenes of "global fundraising" and "battlefield orders" unfolding before him—

The expression on his face had gone from initial shock to speechlessness, and now to... numbness and a hint of amusement.

He glanced at Zeng Long, who looked helpless, then at Xiao Ya, who was covering her mouth and chuckling, and at Tie Zhu and Ye Feng, who remained expressionless like door gods!

Suddenly I realized that dealing with this group of people would require my heart to be trained to a higher level.

Zeng Long rubbed his temples, looking out at the dawning sky, knowing that his business empire lay amidst this chaos, passion, and near-mad loyalty—

In an extremely unconventional way, the curtain was officially raised. The real storm has only just begun to brew.