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

Li Weiguo stood there, digesting the astonishing information. His expression slowly shifted from extreme shock to a complex sense of realization, followed by a hint of embarrassed embarrassment.

He suddenly remembered what Zeng Long had mentioned on the phone—that "honorable wealth and honor."

He rubbed his hands together, a gesture completely out of character for his usual dignified demeanor. A near-fawning smile spread across his face as he took a few steps closer to Zeng Long, his tone unusually "kind" and "ingratiating."

"Um... Xiao Long..."

He cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound more natural. "Didn't you say before that you'd give me something that could be displayed prominently, something that would bring blessings to future generations... um, that kind of wealth?"

Without waiting for Zeng Long's reply, he immediately pledged his loyalty, even at the cost of "sacrificing" his own son:

"My good-for-nothing son, that is, your brother! Yes, given our life-or-death uncle-nephew relationship, he has to be your brother!"

He patted his chest confidently, "His name is Li Lunjie, and he's only a year younger than you. Whenever you have time, Xiaolong, you must take him along to play and broaden his horizons!"

If he doesn't call you Brother Long and doesn't listen to you, tell me, and I'll personally break both his legs!

"When you launch that financial plan, you absolutely must... you absolutely must remember to bring your younger brother, Li Lunjie! I'll go back and tell your aunt to take out all of the family's savings to support you!"

Zeng Long couldn't help but chuckle softly at his appearance, a hint of mockery in his voice:

"Ha! Uncle Li, are you betting your entire fortune? Aren't you worried that if I mismanage it, we'll lose it all?"

Li Weiguo steeled his resolve, his old face slightly flushed, but he said with righteous indignation:

"That... isn't that what you said! If there's a loss, it's on you, you guarantee it all! With your golden reputation, what am I afraid of!" After saying that, he felt a little embarrassed, and his eyes darted around.

Zeng Long shook his head helplessly, which was taken as an agreement: "Alright. Tell him to call me directly when the time comes."

"Wait!" As if afraid that Zeng Long would change his mind, Li Weiguo suddenly snapped to attention and, with a speed that was beyond his years, reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a genuine leather wallet that Zeng Long seemed to recognize.

His movements carried an inexplicable air of "boldness." He precisely pulled out a bank card from the box, and then, with great flair and even a touch of "God of Gamblers" style, slammed the card onto the solid wood tea table between the two of them with a "smack!"

"Hehe!" Li Weiguo raised an eyebrow, his face beaming with an excited light that said, "Look how much I support you!"

"Little Dragon! Your Uncle Li here is no ordinary person either, look! Just because you said so, I'll immediately bet everything!"

He waved his hand dismissively, pointing at the card with an air of authority:

"Take all the money in this card! Don't be shy! Make a killing! Make a fortune!"

This action even made Tie Zhu, who was in the corner, temporarily stop chewing (he had somehow pulled out another bag of beef jerky)!

Ye Feng's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, while Xiao Ya's eyes widened as she looked at the card with curiosity.

Zeng Long was taken aback by his sudden "generous spending," then burst into laughter:

"Wow, Uncle Li! I didn't expect you to have this kind of guts." He casually asked, "How much do you have in your account? Let me guess, a few million, right?"

Li Weiguo straightened his back, held up five fingers, and wore a smug expression that said, "You guessed the beginning but not the ending," as he loudly proclaimed, "Fifty thousand! A full fifty thousand!"

"Wow!" In the room, apart from Zeng Long, the other three people almost simultaneously let out a low exclamation, their mouths opening into an "O" shape.

Fifty thousand? For them, who readily discuss trillions of dollars and control international affairs, the contrast of this number is too strong.

Seeing the surprised (or perhaps more speechless) expressions on everyone's faces, Li Weiguo's face turned even redder, but he still forced himself to maintain his composure and explained:

"What? You all have that look on your faces? This... this is my secret stash of money! I've been saving it for over ten years! Every penny is hard-earned!" The tone made it seem as if this 50,000 yuan was more precious than 500 million yuan.

Zeng Long suppressed the urge to facepalm, waving his hands repeatedly, his tone tinged with impatience:

"Okay, okay! Uncle Li, don't worry, don't worry! I'll turn your 50,000 into 500,000, alright? I promise you won't lose your hard-earned money."

He quickly interrupted the topic, afraid that Li Weiguo would pull out some "family heirloom" again. "I have important things to talk to you about now, so don't use this 50,000 yuan as a grand declaration."

Before Li Weiguo could defend his "huge sum of 50,000 yuan" any further, Zeng Long's expression turned serious, and his tone became earnest and urgent:

"Uncle Li, I need to find 'Pigeon'! Can you get in touch with him for me right away?"

"Pigeons?" Upon hearing this, Li Weiguo's brows immediately furrowed, and the playful expression on his face vanished instantly, replaced by the vigilance and seriousness befitting a security department head!

"Why do you want to see him? He's one of our top intelligence agents and experts. Although he retired due to injury, his identity is still highly classified!"

"Of course, I'll have him help me with the work!" Zeng Long answered crisply and decisively.

Uncle Li, you just heard my whole plan.

My strategy is global, encompassing everything from energy competition to financial gains...

It's about future technological competition, pharmaceutical strategies, and even dealing with potential open and covert attacks from various parties...

His eyes were sharp as knives:

"A complete, efficient, and accurate intelligence system is the eyes, ears, and brain of all this! This is one of the core reasons why I called you here tonight!"

He further elaborated on his ambition: "What I want to build is not just the most powerful business intelligence system—that's just a basic, external facade."

His voice was low, carrying an undeniable determination:

My ultimate goal is infiltration!

It has penetrated every key corner of the world, reaching into areas that were previously difficult for us to access!

The intelligence involved here is diverse, encompassing business, technology, politics, military... I think I don't need to spell it out; Uncle Li, you understand.

He displayed his chips:

"I have no shortage of low-level intelligence personnel. If I wanted to, it wouldn't be difficult to quickly build intelligence stations and basic intelligence networks around the world, given the resources and connections I have."

"However," Zeng Long emphasized, "I lack a core brain, a person in charge who can oversee the overall situation, analyze accurately, and command efficiently!"

His gaze was intense: "If 'Pigeon' could join, plus Xiaoya's unpredictable technical support..."

Zeng Long paints a captivating picture:

"Uncle Li, you can imagine that many areas and intelligence blind spots that we couldn't reach or see before will be immediately resolved! Our actions will be as precise as an extension of our own limbs, and our defenses will be impregnable!"

He expressed an urgent need:

"Therefore, I urgently need 'pigeons' to come to me immediately to take charge and build this future intelligence empire!"

He concluded by offering conditions that were impossible to refuse:

"Furthermore, it's not just about 'pigeons' (referring to unregistered or unregistered personnel). I want all the experienced and loyal veteran members of your security department who have retired due to injuries or other reasons!"

"The salary and benefits will absolutely be top-tier in the industry. I will never mistreat any hero who has shed blood for the country!"

Li Weiguo listened to Zeng Long's vision, which was more profound and strategically ambitious than a financial plan, and took another deep breath.

He felt as if he had only glimpsed the tip of Zeng Long's massive plan.

This young man's schemes seem endless, each link connected to the next, from the deadlock of tonight to business and finance, and now to this crucial intelligence network...

He vaguely sensed that Zeng Long's eagerness to mobilize Middle Eastern forces and stir up trouble was likely due to a deeper and more astonishing scheme behind it, and was not just for that mere (relatively speaking) one trillion yuan.

But he didn't press the matter further. The amount of information he had received tonight was so vast that it exceeded his brain's processing limits; he needed time to digest it.

"Okay!" Li Weiguo nodded heavily, making his decision.

"I'll handle the 'pigeon' issue. As for those wounded veterans, I can also help you make connections, as long as they're willing."

He knew he had to act immediately. Dawn was approaching. He needed to prepare a detailed and substantial report as quickly as possible.

After daybreak, he had to rush to the core of power in the Dragon Kingdom—the Imperial Palace—to report everything that had happened that night, as well as Zeng Long's earth-shattering plan, to the highest level.

A storm that will sweep the globe has already been initially orchestrated in this suite before dawn.