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

The top floor of the Teng Corporation headquarters building has now been completely transformed into a financial war fortress isolated from the outside world.

The air was filled with the low hum of electronic devices and an almost frozen focus.

Lin Xiaoya, the quirky, lively, and carefree girl she used to be, has disappeared.

She sat upright in the high-backed chair in the center of the office, a chair that symbolized command, her petite figure exuding an undeniable authority.

In front of her, three specially modified high-performance computer screens were refreshing complex streams of code at an astonishing speed, a stream that was incomprehensible to ordinary people.

The three giant high-definition screens on the wall opposite her were divided into more than a dozen smaller screens!

It displays real-time data streams of crude oil and natural gas futures from major global exchanges, news updates, and encrypted communication channels.

At this moment, she is "The Divine Sparrow"! The internet ghost and electronic genius who strikes fear into the hearts of people on the international dark web and in many countries, appearing and disappearing without a trace!

Her fingers danced across the mechanical keyboard, moving so fast they left afterimages, the tapping sounds like a rapid, precise storm.

Lines of obscure and difficult-to-understand instruction code cascaded down the largest main screen like a waterfall, constructing invisible firewalls and data mazes.

She didn't turn around; her clear, metallic voice resonated throughout the office, reaching the ears of the thirty-odd elite traders standing guard behind her.

I have deployed the strongest dynamic encryption defense and active interference system on all terminals.

Every transaction you make from now on will have its data stream segmented and disguised!

It is randomly generated by proxy server nodes distributed across more than a dozen countries!

There is absolutely no way for outsiders to track your real IP address and physical location.

She paused briefly, then continued: "The operational funds have been allocated to your respective independent financial trading terminals according to the pre-set ratio. Now..."

Before she finished speaking, Lin Xiaoya suddenly stood up from her chair and turned around nimbly.

Those once lively eyes were now sharp as a hawk's and cold as a star, slowly sweeping across the faces of every trader present.

Those whose gaze swept over her felt an invisible pressure and subconsciously straightened their backs.

"Command!" Her voice suddenly rose, carrying an unwavering resolve, like a sword drawn from its sheath cutting through the air:

"To break into the international crude oil and natural gas futures markets at top speed, regardless of cost!"

"I don't care if you use phased warehousing, concentrated buying, or any other method! I only want one result—"

Her gaze was tangible, pressing down on everyone's heart!

"Before the market closes today, all funds allocated to your respective terminals must be converted into long positions in energy futures! Not a single penny left, buy them all in!"

"Yes!! Mr. Lin!" The traders responded in unison, their voices trembling slightly with excitement and nervousness.

They quickly turned their attention to the trading screen in front of them, and when they saw the balance representing an astronomical sum of money...

Almost everyone's breath caught in their throat, and their fingers even began to tremble slightly uncontrollably!

That's hundreds of millions of US dollars! It's an enormous sum they've never handled in their entire careers!

Now, it is their fingers that are being thrown into the world's bloodiest and most unpredictable financial battlefield!

But after the extreme tension came an even stronger sense of excitement and mission! They struggled to suppress their wildly beating hearts, took a deep breath, and focused all their attention on the screen in front of them.

The next second— "Crackling and popping—" A rapid, explosive sound of keyboard typing suddenly erupted throughout the office! Like a thousand troops charging into battle!

Each trader transforms into a highly sophisticated instrument, their eyes glued to the constantly fluctuating market data, their fingers frantically manipulating the keyboard and mouse.

Buy! Buy! Buy again! Huge amounts of buying money, like a flood bursting its banks, surged into the international energy futures market with unprecedented ferocity, passing through dozens of well-disguised channels!

A financial storm, orchestrated behind the scenes by Zeng Long and personally directed by Lin Xiaoya, using hundreds of billions of US dollars as ammunition, aimed at disrupting the global energy landscape, has officially begun its violent prelude at this moment!

The air inside the top-floor office seemed to become scorching and distorted because of this massive flow of funds!

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, in a city called Shanghai.

As night falls and the city lights twinkle, the vibrant cityscape unfolds.

However, inside the study of a quiet and elegant villa in the city center, the atmosphere was completely at odds with the splendor outside the window, filled with oppression and heaviness.

A middle-aged man, whose demeanor remained dignified but whose brows were furrowed with worry and weariness, sat behind a large desk, staring blankly at a message on his phone screen.

He is Ye Zhenkang, the current chairman of the Ye Group in Shanghai.

Beside him sat a well-dressed, still charming middle-aged woman, who was none other than his wife, Zhou Simin.

She was very well-maintained, but the fine wrinkles around her eyes appeared much deeper due to worry.

"Old Ye," Zhou Simin's voice broke the silence in the study with a barely perceptible sob and pleading tone, "This is an opportunity, a possibility... it might be our last chance."

No matter how difficult it is, we must find a way to raise some funds, even if it's just symbolic.

After all, once we get to know those powerful figures in the capital, the resources and networks they control are definitely much broader than ours, and their information channels are also much more accessible.

As long as there's even the slightest hope of getting a clue, we must try our best!

Ye Zhenkang let out a deep, heavy sigh, a sigh filled with the helplessness and bitterness of the past ten years.

He raised his head and looked at his wife, his eyes bloodshot.

Simin, how could I not understand the reasoning?

Over the past ten years, we have almost exhausted all the connections and resources we have accumulated in order to find clues!

They have no interest in managing the company's business and have invested countless amounts of money, but to this day... there is still no news, as if the stone has sunk into the sea.

His voice was hoarse, filled with a deep sense of powerlessness!

"The group company is currently facing numerous internal problems, with its performance declining year after year. The elders in the family and the board of directors and shareholders have expressed strong dissatisfaction. As the chairman... my position is becoming increasingly precarious."

He rubbed his temples in pain.

This time, it was a high-end business exchange meeting organized by the eldest son of the Teng family in Beijing, under the name of the recently rising "Longyu Group".

Ten years ago, during the heyday of the Ye family, we would naturally have been qualified to receive an invitation and participate in the event with great prestige.

But what do we have now? What can we use to build relationships with those true giants and powerful families?

I was even worried that we wouldn't even be able to get into the venue and would be politely "asked" to leave, becoming a laughing stock.

At that time, it will truly be a case of trying to fill a basket with water but ending up with nothing, adding insult to injury!

Ye Zhenkang paused, his tone becoming even more serious:

Moreover, I heard that this exchange event has attracted not only business elites, but also many hidden families and powerful clans who will personally attend.

They...it seems they went mainly for one person.

It wasn't Teng Shao himself, but a young man who had recently become a hot topic in Beijing's social circles, known as... "The Forbidden Name," whose name seemed to be... Zeng Long.

When he uttered the name, his tone carried an instinctive sense of awe and distance.

"What an earth-shattering figure this is, what a scene of such magnitude! Simin, tell me, for a nobody like us, who are already on the verge of bankruptcy, to try and get close... would it really be of any use? I'm afraid we don't even have the right to get near them."

As Zhou Simin listened to her husband's analysis, tears welled up in her eyes and silently streamed down her face.

Instead of wiping it, she took out a yellowed, worn-out old photograph with trembling hands from her pocket.

"Go try it, Lao Ye..." Zhou Simin pressed the photo tightly to her chest, her voice filled with a tearful determination and a mother's deepest longing:

Even if... even if we have to sell some of our shares, our family's collectibles, or even our real estate... we still need to raise some funds.

We don't want any commercial returns. We can clearly tell Teng Shao that this money is a sponsorship, a donation; we only ask for an opportunity to get to know him.

An opportunity to ask him for help and seek his assistance...

She raised her tear-filled eyes to look at her husband, her gaze filled with an almost desperate longing:

"Given Teng Shao's current status, prestige, and the resources he can mobilize, if he's willing to help, even just by using a little bit of his power, it would be a hundred times, a thousand times better than us searching like headless flies for over ten years!"

Ye Zhenkang looked at his wife, who was trying to hold back her grief and whose eyes were filled with tears!

Looking at that old photograph that held countless hopes and pains for them, his heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by a giant hand, the pain almost making it hard for him to breathe.

He seemed to age more than ten years in that instant.

He reached out his slightly trembling hands and tightly grasped his wife's cold hands. Finally, turbid tears rolled down the cheeks of this man who had once dominated the business world.

"Okay..." His voice choked with emotion, yet it carried a resolute determination, as if he had already decided to burn his bridges.

"We'll go! Even if we lose everything, even if we're bankrupt, as long as there's a glimmer of hope, we'll go to the capital and try our best!"

The couple held hands tightly, as if trying to pass on their last bit of strength to each other.

Outside the window, Shanghai remains as prosperous as ever, while inside the study, a couple, clinging to a slim hope, decide to stake everything on a perilous trip to the capital.

In the distant capital, the clarion call of the financial war has sounded. Meanwhile, the unwavering resolve and tragic aspirations of those from Shanghai are quietly converging at the eye of this storm. The gears of fate, unseen and unseen, begin to turn at an accelerated pace.