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

After making that last call, which felt like a battlefield command, Zeng Long felt completely drained and slumped onto the sofa, utterly exhausted.

Images of Lawrence robbing a bank and Fang Rong forcing people to fight in underground boxing matches echoed in my mind—

Jiang Tianhua's outrageous remarks about preparing to rob an oil field by force.

Even Nader from Mexico was eager to try his hand at drug trafficking in the Golden Triangle, but he was sternly stopped and ordered that any force smuggling drugs to China must be eradicated.

The most outrageous case is that of Dani from Italy, who actually tried to fix matches to raise funds...

Zeng Long felt his temples throbbing, and he hung up the phone faster than anyone else.

He rubbed his temples, a hint of embarrassment and helplessness in his eyes, as he looked at Li Weiguo, who had gone from shock to numbness and now looked even more bewildered.

"Uncle Li, it was an accident, purely an accident!" Zeng Long chuckled twice, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere.

Actually, it doesn't really matter to my team members whether they contribute funds or not. I've already reserved a share for each of them in my mind.

They are my brothers who have shared life and death with me, and they will naturally share in the glory of the future empire.

He changed the subject, his eyes regaining their previous depth: "You'll fully understand soon enough where this seed funding will come from. Don't worry."

After saying that, he picked up the encrypted phone again and dialed a number labeled "Old Killer Baroque".

The call connected, and a hoarse voice, tinged with impatience yet also containing concern, came from the other end:

"You little bastard, calling at this hour can't be good news. Hurry up and tell me, I have something to take care of here."

Zeng Long was already used to this form of address and got straight to the point:

"Hey old bastard, I'm going to open a company in China, a legitimate business, a huge operation, to provide for you old folks in your retirement. Interested?"

Baroque, one of Zeng Long's three mentors and a veteran powerhouse, understood Zeng Long's terrifying potential and his deeply hidden loyalty and righteousness far better than outsiders. Without even asking for details, he replied directly:

"Fine! I'll talk to the other two old guys. They'll even take out their life savings to pawn over you."

Zeng Long felt a warmth in his heart and continued:

"Also, tell 'Doctor' that I'm starting a pharmaceutical company, and he needs to provide me with his latest research findings locked in his safe."

When the word "Doctor" was mentioned, Zeng Long's voice carried a complex emotion: "The rest of us were his test subjects. We deserve credit for our hard work, even if we didn't achieve anything significant, right?"

Baroque paused for a moment on the other end of the phone, his tone tinged with apprehension: "Then you go talk to him yourself! Since you little killers all ran away, his personality has become even more eccentric and insane! I dare not provoke him."

Upon hearing this, Xiaoya immediately raised her little hand, her big eyes sparkling with confidence:

"Boss! No need for that! I helped set up and maintain all of the doctor's experimental equipment and core computer systems. I have backups of all his technical achievements and core data!"

She shook her custom-made tablet, which she never parted with, speaking in a relaxed tone as if she were talking about something trivial.

"No!" Zeng Long's expression instantly turned extremely serious. He looked at Xiao Ya, his eyes devoid of any hint of jest:

This is the culmination of a doctor's life's work! For these things, his family... were all cruelly murdered.

These achievements bear witness to his pain, his obsession, and even his life.

I must speak with him personally and obtain his consent. This is out of respect for him.

Baroque sighed on the other end of the phone, his voice lowering slightly:

Zero (Zeng Long's code name), you... are the culmination of the hard work of us old guys.

Our greatest hope in this life is to see the day when you truly shine.

If you go and talk to that "poisonous madman" yourself... he'll definitely agree.

Zeng Long's eyes moistened slightly as he whispered, "Actually... the Doctor is also a pitiful person."

He quickly composed himself, took a deep breath, explained the company's size and plans, and then made a key request to Baroque:

"Old killer, have 'Hellfire' take immediate action, cooperate with Jiang Tianhua and his team, and first, throw the Middle East into complete chaos."

Baroque was silent for more than ten seconds on the other end of the phone, seemingly digesting and deducing the deeper meaning behind the request.

Suddenly, he let out a low, hoarse laugh, a laugh tinged with admiration and a long-lost excitement:

"You little killer... that was a brilliant move! I understand now, and I know how to cooperate."

His tone became sharp:

Don't worry! The major oil-producing countries in the Middle East are not a united front; there are constant frictions between them.

In addition to the Imperial Armed Forces, the Sai Armed Forces, and our other "friendly" dark forces over there...

Let this fire burn even more fiercely!

He seemed to have found some kind of pleasure, his voice carrying a hint of bloodlust:

"Playing with fire... I remember that's an idiom from your Dragon Kingdom? I really like this phrase. Just wait and see!"

Before he could finish speaking, Baroque hung up the phone swiftly, clearly to prepare for the "chaos" that would shake the world.

When Zeng Long hung up the last phone call, the bewilderment on Li Weiguo's face deepened.

He seemed to vaguely understand something—Zeng Long was using the entire international situation, and even numerous dark forces, as pawns to set up a shocking grand scheme.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't directly connect this "chaos" with Zeng Long's promised "one trillion yuan in start-up capital".

With a belly full of questions and the last shred of patience, he looked at Zeng Long, his eyes clearly asking:

"The plan is ambitious, and the methods are...unique. But where's the money? Where's the funding? We still don't have it!"

Zeng Long calmly took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it with a "snap" under Li Weiguo's puzzled gaze.

He took a deep drag, then slowly exhaled a grayish-white smoke ring, looking relaxed and at ease, as if the orders that had just been issued, which could have caused regional unrest, had nothing to do with him.

He gazed at the gradually whitening sky outside the window, as if talking to himself, or perhaps revealing the final mystery to Li Weiguo:

The Middle East is in turmoil, especially the major oil-producing regions.

Countries C and D, as major natural gas suppliers, currently hold the upper hand in their struggle against Western-backed forces. However, if handled properly, they could potentially destabilize the region within a controllable framework.

His voice was steady and calm, as if he were stating a given physical law.

"Therefore, international oil and energy prices will inevitably fluctuate dramatically, and will most likely soar."

"And I will be prepared before the chaos begins and prices start to rise."

"They have entered the global energy futures market with high leverage, going long on oil and gas."

"Once the price has soared to a certain level and I've made a fortune, I will withdraw my funds and then, with high leverage, massively shift my position back to the gold futures market to go long on gold," he patiently explained the financial logic behind it.

"Because conventionally, a surge in oil prices often means a relative weakening of the dollar's credibility, causing the dollar index to fall. And when the dollar falls, the price of gold, as a safe-haven asset, will rise accordingly."

"After I've reaped the rewards in both markets..." A cold, precise calculation flashed in Zeng Long's eyes.

"At this point, the chaos in the Middle East will gradually subside amid friction among our own people."

"And just when the market generally believed that the energy crisis was over and prices would fall..." A cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"I will short the market on a large scale near the peak of the energy futures market."

"Harvest again."

Then, they quietly left.

He emphasized:

I will not conduct this financial transaction in China.

My funds and traders will be distributed across financial centers around the world, including the Middle East, Africa, Europe, the United States, and Mexico!

They broke up into smaller groups, entered quietly, and withdrew quietly, without making a sound.

"After the operation is completed, Xiaoya will thoroughly erase all traces to ensure that no one can trace the source."

He dropped that crucial number:

"And the total funds I'm preparing to invest in the financial markets this time, to carry out this series of combined operations..."

"Preliminary estimates suggest it will be no less than one trillion Dragon Coins."

He looked at Li Weiguo's suddenly contracted pupils and continued to explain:

"As for the source of funding... First of all, I have arranged for Tengao to organize a large-scale exchange meeting for top domestic capital."

"Uncle Li, didn't you say that my name is now a 'taboo' in the capital? Then I will organize and vouch for it in my name, 'Zeng Long'."

"Believe me, with the reputation I've built up tonight, and the blueprint for the future empire, raising around 200 billion dragon coins from these astute financial giants shouldn't be a problem."

at the same time……

A beautiful and noble figure flashed through Zeng Long's mind in an instant. He tried to suppress the slight ripple of emotion and said calmly:

"The Rothschild family of America needs no introduction regarding their global influence and immense wealth. Their patriarch, Ronnie, happens to be someone I know."

"I believe that as long as I tell him about this almost foolproof financial scheme and promise to take an astonishing 50% commission, and transfer one or two hundred billion US dollars from him to participate, he should not refuse."

"I can easily find a way to prepare a few billion US dollars as a deposit and emergency fund."

Zeng Long concluded by saying this in a relaxed tone, as if he were doing a simple arithmetic problem:

"Once I've gathered this trillion dragon coins (equivalent to his estimated over one hundred billion US dollars), I'll leverage it with more than 50 times the amount..."

He smiled at Li Weiguo, who was completely petrified, and asked softly:

"Uncle Li, do you think the one trillion yuan in start-up capital I promised is still a problem?"

"hiss--!!!!!"

Li Weiguo gasped sharply!

His eyes widened, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, fixed intently on Zeng Long's calm, expressionless face!

His mouth opened unconsciously, then suddenly closed, making a strange "clucking" sound in his throat. He wanted to say something, but found that his vocabulary was so poor and pale in the face of such an amazing scheme!

This...this is not business! This is clearly an unprecedented, ruthless financial strangulation, using the world as a chessboard and the situations of various countries and the global economy as pieces!

This audacity, this vision, this ruthless and precise approach of using global turmoil as a tool for profit...

Only Zeng Long, and his group of lawless yet incredibly capable "madmen," dared to think about it, dared to do it, and... were likely to succeed!

Zeng Long ignored Li Weiguo's extreme shock.

He slowly stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window again.

The east was already showing the first light of dawn, illuminating his young face, which already carried too many secrets and power.

He looked down at the city gradually awakening, and at the international stage in the distance, a stage he had single-handedly stirred up—

A slight smile curved his lips, a hint of untamed spirit mixed with a touch of control, as he softly recited his poem:

"I dare to borrow the clouds and ink of the world to paint the landscape in my hands. Amidst the flames of war, a young man arrives, alone with a sword, gazing at the distant sky."

He opened his arms as if to embrace the entire dawn, the entire world about to be stirred up by him.

"Then..." "Let this storm rage even fiercer!"

The morning light pierced through the clouds, illuminating his resolute figure and a path filled with thorns and dangers, yet potentially leading to unparalleled glory.

The wheels of empire officially began to turn under his cold and confident gaze.