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

Grandpa Zeng's courtyard house! At this moment, the living room was brightly lit, yet completely silent.

The rebroadcast of the Tenao press conference on CCTV's news channel had just ended, and the TV screen had already gone dark, but the shock and solemnity in the air were even denser than before.

Seated upright in the grand chair, Old Master Zeng Rong's eyes were sharp as an eagle's. He slowly turned off the television remote, his hands, though etched with the marks of time, still steady, slightly tense.

He looked around the room at the core members of the Zeng family, who were either sitting or standing—his son Zeng Sheng, his daughter-in-law, and several grandchildren.

"Speak up," Zeng Rong said in a low, hoarse voice, breaking the silence. Every word seemed to carry immense weight.

"This time, Xiaolong has caused quite a stir..."

Zeng Sheng, his brows furrowed, spoke first, his tone filled with barely concealed excitement and worry:

Dad! This is no longer a small matter!

Longyu International, a one trillion yuan startup, with a total investment of two trillion yuan! This is a move that's going to shake things up!

This time, Xiaolong's company actions mean our family can no longer let him fight alone!

Whether he needs it or not, his family must show their support and give him everything they have! His hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

Upon hearing this, Grandpa Zeng Rong sighed deeply, a sigh filled with complex emotions—pride, worry, and a touch of helplessness.

"Sigh! Sheng'er, I understand how you feel. But, it also depends on whether Xiaolong... accepts our support and goodwill!"

"Besides, how can we support him? He's throwing around trillions of dollars at a time. If we poured all of our Zeng family's savings in, we probably wouldn't even make a ripple."

The old man paused, his cloudy yet piercing eyes looking at Zeng Lingyu, who sat below him with a gentle demeanor. "Xiaoyu."

"You take Zeng Yuan and Zeng Ke with you," Old Master Zeng Rong instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You three sisters, find a suitable opportunity to go and meet your brother together.

Without any ulterior motives, clearly tell him that the Zeng family is willing to give everything and unconditionally support everything Longyu International has to offer!

Funds, connections, resources—as long as he asks, his family will have no objections!

Furthermore, we have made it clear that we do not want any shares, not a single penny!

His eyes were fixed on Xiaoyu.

"The key is to make our attitude and stance clear! Let him know that the family will always be waiting for his return, and will always be a reliable support for him, no matter how high or far he flies."

Zeng Yu nodded earnestly, her pretty face filled with solemnity:

"I understand, Grandpa. We will relay what we said at home to my brother exactly as it was."

Meanwhile, another grand mansion, no less impressive than the Zeng family residence—

In the courtyard of Yan Fushan, the patriarch of the Yan family, a similar family meeting was taking place. However, the atmosphere was slightly different from the solemnity of the Zeng family's meeting.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! Did you see that? Brother Long! It's Brother Long's press conference!"

Yan Hai, arguably the most unrestrained and most devoted of Zeng Long's young masters, was so excited he almost jumped off his mahogany chair, gesturing wildly, his face flushed with excitement.

Our family must act immediately! We need to raise money right now! We must do everything we can to get a stake!

Haven't you heard about Tengao's blueprint? Technology, energy, medicine... aren't these all golden sectors for the next few decades?

My sister and I… well, there are some specific details we can't go into, but I swear on my life, it's absolutely earth-shattering! Profit is an absolute beast that devours everything!

Yan Fushan, seated at the head of the table, was dressed in a comfortable Tang suit, his face showing little emotion.

As he listened to his grandson Yan Hai's rapid-fire words, a barely perceptible smile even appeared on his lips.

"We definitely need to raise money," Yan Fushan said slowly.

"However," he changed the subject, his gaze sweeping over those present, including his son and daughter-in-law, as well as Yan Ruge, who sat quietly to the side with a cool and aloof demeanor, "it's best to leave out the investment."

"Huh?!" Yan Hai was instantly stunned, like a duck being choked; his voice stopped abruptly, and his excitement turned into utter bewilderment and confusion.

"Grandpa! Why?! Did you not understand the calculation?"

How much money will Brother Long's company make in the future? It's a commercial behemoth! If our family doesn't take shares, wouldn't we be losing out big time?!

"You know nothing!" Yan Fushan suddenly glared at Yan Hai and launched into a tirade of abuse.

"So impulsive and only concerned with immediate gains! Is your brain filled with mush?"

He was verbally abusing them fiercely, but inside he was practically bursting with joy, thinking to himself:

You idiot, what do you know! That's your own brother-in-law! Asking him for shares? Wouldn't that make you an outsider?

Given Zeng Long's extremely protective nature, if he succeeds in the future, do you think he would mistreat Ru Ge? Or mistreat our Yan family?

Asking for shares now is something only a fool would do! Offering help in times of need is far better than adding to someone's already good fortune!

After scolding his grandson, Yan Fushan's expression softened, and his gaze turned to Yan Ruge, who had remained silent and seemingly detached, but whose slender fingers were slightly intertwined.

"Ru Ge," Yan Fushan's tone became exceptionally gentle.

"Grandpa, I'm here." Yan Ruge raised her head, revealing a stunningly beautiful face with eyes as clear as water—

But if you look closely, you can see the subtle ripples hidden beneath the calm surface of the lake.

"Take your younger brother with you," Yan Fushan instructed.

Let's go see Zeng Long together. Don't mention money, let alone shares.

We will tell him our Yan family's attitude in detail:

The Yan family fully supports Longyu International! Whatever they need, as long as the Yan family has it, they will not refuse!

People, channels, and networks are all at his disposal. Just show him that attitude, and that's enough.

His words were profound, carrying an unquestionable determination.

Yan Ruge was in a dilemma. She understood her grandfather's deep meaning and knew that he must have known Zeng Long's true identity all along.

But what could she do? Everything happened so suddenly! So she could only nod slightly, her lips parting slightly:

"I understand, Grandpa. I'll go with Xiaohai."

Just as the Zeng family set the tone of support and the Yan family calculated the bigger picture, the entire elite circle of Beijing was already in an uproar because of that press conference.

Longyu International is like a giant magnet thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up all the undercurrents and sediments at the bottom of the water, attracting all kinds of "fish" to gather around, each with different purposes.

There were quite a few eager to get a share, and the lights in the Zhao family villa stayed on until late at night.

"Quickly! Gather all the available working capital we have! No, find a way to mortgage some assets and then seek further financing!"

The head of the Zhao family, Old Master Zhao, roared orders at his family members, his face flushed with excitement, his fingers tapping incessantly on the table.

We must find a way to get on Tenao's good side, no matter what!

Even if we only get a small share of investment in peripheral projects in the early stages, we'll still count it as part of this behemoth!

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; if you're too slow, you won't even get a taste of the soup!

However, there are countless opportunists vying for the spoils, and in some families with deep roots and ruthless methods, the situation is quite different.

For example, in the study of a heavily guarded manor in the west of the city, Mr. He, the head of the He family, was leisurely sipping tea.

"Father, shouldn't we also take the initiative to contact Tengao...?" the eldest son of the He family asked cautiously.

Old Master He slowly put down his teacup, a mysterious smile playing on his lips, his eyes cloudy yet revealing a shrewd calculation:

"What's the rush? Two trillion? You make it sound so easy. With such a massive amount of funds and projects, starting, operating, and managing them—none of those things are easy. Young man, you're too boastful; you'll just hurt yourself."

He paused, his finger lightly tapping the rosewood tabletop:

Let's wait and see. We'll wait until his project expands, encounters bottlenecks, or faces financial pressure...

If we reappear as "firefighters" or "strategic partners," what we can gain then will far outweigh the paltry benefits we have now.

His words were filled with patience and ruthlessness as he waited for the right moment to reap the rewards later.

Similarly, there are many envious obstacles, especially families and forces that hold some approval and regulatory power, whose feelings are even more complicated.

Inside the private room of Director Liu, a powerful figure in a certain department, the air was thick with smoke, and the atmosphere was oppressive.

"Hmph! You little brat, you don't know your place!" Director Liu stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, his face grim.

"What revolutionary technology? What foreign oil fields? It's all hype! Who knows if there's anything fishy going on? Whether it violates any regulations?"

He said coldly to his trusted confidant:

"Pass the word: all approval matters involving this 'Longyu Group' and all companies under Tengao's name are to be given 'extra attention.' Follow the procedures strictly; not a single step can be wrong, and not a single step... can be rushed!"

A flicker of jealousy and ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. "Want to get rich quick? You'll have to ask us 'old rules' if we agree!"

Clearly, Long Yu's sudden emergence has encroached on the interests of certain individuals, who are now eager to use their power to create numerous obstacles to the launch of this behemoth.

Under the cover of night, the capital city has become a battlefield without gunpowder.

Telephone calls, text messages, encrypted communications... countless pieces of information intertwine and shuttle through the darkness, forming a vast and complex network of relationships and interests.

Incest, alliances, probing, scheming, obstruction... all sorts of thoughts, like vines growing in the dark, quietly entangled the newly established Longyu International Group and its core figures.

This is a huge arena for fame and fortune, but also a hunting ground for capital and power fraught with danger.

Night! In the Yue Ting Yuan suite where Zeng Long was located, the true heart of the storm, he sat casually on the sofa, relaxed, yet naturally exuding an aura of complete control.

Beside him were three "nuclear bomb" members, their auras restrained and their demeanor as steady as a rock.

Teng Ao, who had just finished the press conference and was still feeling excited, sat opposite Zeng Long with a hint of unease on his face.

"Brother Long," Teng Ao took a deep breath, leaned forward slightly, and spoke with apology and respect:

"I'm sorry, there were some things at the press conference that I didn't have time to report to you in detail before I made the decision on my own."

For example, the specific operating model of that inclusive hospital, and the salary standards for cooperation with universities...

Before he could finish speaking, Zeng Long raised a hand and gently waved it, interrupting him.

A gentle yet powerful smile appeared on his face.

"Stop!" Zeng Long's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a peculiar penetrating power, instantly silencing Teng Ao.

Mr. Teng! "I need you to understand one thing."

He paused, making sure every word reached Teng Ao's ears clearly:

Since I, Zeng Long, have chosen you and consider you a brother I can entrust my back to, I will give you unconditional support and trust.

Now, you, Teng Ao, are the person in charge of Longyu International Group, both publicly and in actual operation!

All company decisions, strategies, and announcements should be based on your judgment!

I will only be behind the scenes, providing you with all the support you need when you need it, unconditionally!

His gaze sharpened, as if he could see right into people's hearts:

So, in the future, you can confidently and boldly carry out similar business decisions!

Go and create your own business legend, Tengao's and Longyu's! No need to consult me ​​on everything.

"As long as it's a result," he said firmly, uttering the last four words.

These words, like the resounding toll of a great bell, echoed powerfully in Teng Ao's heart.

His initial trepidation was instantly replaced by an indescribable excitement and exhilaration.

Zeng Long has entrusted him with a commercial aircraft carrier capable of changing the world order! What trust! What courage!

He suddenly stood up, his body trembling slightly with excitement, his eyes sparkling like stars being ignited, his previous calm completely replaced by soaring fighting spirit.

"Brother Long! I..." His throat tightened, and for a moment he didn't know what to say to express his feelings.

Zeng Long waved his hand, gesturing for him to sit down, and then continued:

"Also, regarding what you mentioned on the phone this afternoon about investing 100 billion yuan in Longyu International..."

Teng Ao immediately held his breath and looked at Zeng Long nervously.

"I agree," Zeng Long said decisively, "but," he added, "I can't give you a specific shareholding right now."

Teng Ao's heart jumped into his throat.

Zeng Long looked at him and explained:

Because I do not yet have a specific and mature share allocation plan.

It depends on the company's actual progress in the early stages, subsequent strategic needs, and the overall results of capital operations before we can definitively tell you how many shares your 100 billion corresponds to.

This will take time, but please rest assured that I will not mistreat any of my brothers. So I can only give you an accurate answer after the actual situation is confirmed.

"No need! No need! No rush! No rush!" Teng Ao replied almost immediately, his tone urgent and excited, waving his hands repeatedly.

A huge smile of surprise and satisfaction spread across his face.

"Brother Long, your agreement to let me invest is already a tremendous opportunity and a great honor for me! The number of shares is entirely up to you, Brother Long, to decide in the future; I have absolutely no objection!"

He has already gained too much—Zeng Long's unconditional trust, absolute command of the behemoth that is Longyu International, and permission to invest and participate.

This far exceeded his initial expectations. At this moment, he was filled with immense excitement and unwavering devotion to Zeng Long.

In the face of Zeng Long's heartfelt trust, any shareholding percentage seemed insignificant.

He straightened his back, his eyes burning as he looked at Zeng Long, as if he were making a solemn pledge:

"Brother Long! Rest assured! Teng Ao will live up to your trust! Longyu International will become our sharpest sword and our strongest shield!"

Seeing Teng Ao's excited and high spirits, Zeng Long smiled slightly, picked up the teacup on the coffee table, and took a sip.

My gaze once again fell upon the dazzling yet turbulent night view of Beijing outside the window.

He knew that Longyu International's declaration was like a boulder thrown into a calm (but actually turbulent) lake, and the real waves were only just beginning to rise.

Countless gazes, ambitions, schemes, and even open and covert attacks will follow.

And he and his Long Yu are already prepared to face everything.