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

Inside the financial fortress atop Teng Corporation's headquarters, the atmosphere had reached a fever pitch.

When Ronnie's second massive sum of hundreds of billions of dollars flowed like a surging river into those dozens of secret accounts scattered around the world, Lin Xiaoya did not hesitate at all, and issued the cold command again:

"The second tranche of funds has arrived! The instructions remain unchanged—go all in, regardless of price, and buy everything before the market closes today!"

"receive!"

The traders were no longer as nervous and trembling as they had been initially; instead, they were filled with a kind of excitement and numbness, fueled by the huge amount of capital and the frenzied atmosphere.

Their eyes were glued to the screen, their fingers moving across the keyboard like afterimages, as they hurled astronomical sums of money like boulders launched from a catapult into the soon-to-boil market!

Meanwhile, at Yueting Garden in Beijing, a grand event that captivated countless hearts was about to begin.

The high-end business exchange meeting initiated by Tengao on behalf of Longyu International Group attracted attention from across the country and even overseas.

Countless business tycoons, industry leaders, financial giants, and hidden aristocratic families—

Filled with excitement and anticipation, they gathered here from all directions, holding the gilded invitations that symbolized status and opportunity.

Unlike usual commercial activities, the atmosphere outside the gates of Yuetingyuan was somber!

Eight heavily armed soldiers, their eyes sharp as eagles, stood like statues on either side, their cold weapons gleaming in the sunlight, exuding an invisible sense of oppression.

This was an order directly issued by the military high command. After the Zeng Long incident, no one who dared to cause trouble at this critical moment was allowed to do so!

Tengao also arranged for dozens of tall, beautiful hostesses dressed in elegant cheongsams—

They wore standard, reserved smiles, but deep in their eyes was a hint of tense anticipation, preparing to welcome the important figures who were about to arrive.

Just after 2 p.m., luxury cars began to arrive one after another.

"Hello, please show your invitation letter and identification."

The soldier's voice was cold and devoid of any emotion. Verification, checking, and release. The process was meticulous.

Every guest who has undergone rigorous screening before entering!

They were all led by elegant hostesses through the magnificent lobby!

Heading towards the main venue of this exchange meeting—the "Tengge Hall," renowned for its luxury and spaciousness.

As time went on, more and more giants arrived.

Mr. Qin, a pillar of the real estate industry; Mr. Yang, the helmsman of an internet empire; Mr. He, who controls vast financial capital…

These super-rich businessmen, who have consistently ranked high on the Forbes rich list, entered the venue with smiles and chatted, exchanging pleasantries and shaking hands with other prominent figures in the elite circles who were already there.

Wealthy businessmen and scions of prominent families from other sectors quickly formed their own circles, conversing in hushed tones and laughing constantly.

Inside the Tengge Hall, wine glasses clinked, undercurrents surged, and the air was thick with the scent of capital, power, and opportunity.

Right at the entrance to this bustling and noisy place, a lonely figure stood out from the grand scene.

Ye Zhenkang, accompanied by his wife Zhou Simin, stood outside the gate of Yuetingyuan when a soldier raised his hand to stop them.

The soldier's eyes were as cold as the steel rifle in his hand, and his voice brooked no argument:

"Sir/Madam, I'm sorry, but you are not permitted to enter without an invitation! Please leave immediately!"

At the same time, he made a clear gesture indicating that he was leaving.

Ye Zhenkang revealed a bitter smile that he had already anticipated.

Sure enough... they couldn't even get through the door.

In front of these soldiers who only recognize orders and invitations, his former identity as the chairman of the Ye Group in Shanghai was as pale as waste paper.

Zhou Simin held her husband's arm tightly, her fingertips turning white from the force, her face filled with worry and resentment.

Just then, a loud voice, laced with obvious sarcasm and a sense of superiority, shattered the solemnity of the doorway like noise:

"Hey! Isn't this Chairman Ye of the Ye Group in Shanghai? What's wrong? Now that you've fallen on hard times, you want to come to this kind of place and soak up some of the aura of the immortals?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a middle-aged man with a big belly wearing an expensive custom-made suit embracing a young woman dressed in a flamboyant and flamboyant manner!

Surrounded by a group of wealthy businessmen from Shanghai, he walked over with an arrogant air.

It was Han Pangzi, the chairman of Yuda Group, who was Ye Zhenkang's business nemesis and was currently riding high, suppressing the Ye family at every turn.

Fatty Han walked up to Ye Zhenkang, looked him up and down—his suit, though neat, was clearly out of place with the luxurious surroundings—and sneered:

"Ye Zhenkang, you need to know your place! Your Ye Group is on the verge of bankruptcy and liquidation, and it's about to be acquired by our Yuda Group! Is this a place for you?"

He deliberately raised his voice, pointing at the armed soldiers—

"Didn't you see? The military is in charge! This is a top-level exchange meeting! Not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can sneak in!"

The group of wealthy businessmen behind him, who were dependent on him, immediately burst into laughter and whispers, their eyes filled with undisguised contempt and mockery as they looked at Ye Zhenkang and his wife.

"Exactly, they don't even look at their own situation."

"Does he still think he's the powerful Chairman Ye from ten years ago?"

"Trying to force your way in without an invitation? You're just asking for humiliation!"

These words, sharp as needles, reached Ye Zhenkang and Zhou Simin's ears without missing a single one.

Zhou Simin gripped her husband's hand tightly, her knuckles turning white. She was terrified that her husband wouldn't be able to bear the humiliation in public and would leave in anger, shattering their last hope.

When has Ye Zhenkang ever suffered such unbridled humiliation?

The veins on his neck bulged and trembled slightly as he desperately suppressed his anger.

He took a deep breath, looked at Fatty Han, and his voice was hoarse with suppressed emotion:

"President Han! I believe I, Ye Zhenkang, have never offended you. In business competition, everyone uses their own methods. Killing someone is just a matter of a quick death; why humiliate me like this in front of everyone, with such barbed insults!"

"Ha!" Fatty Han sneered disdainfully, his posture arrogant:

"Insult? Ye Zhenkang, I'm just stating the facts! Face reality, this isn't your place! Take your wife and go back to where you came from! Don't get in our way and waste the time of us invited guests!"

The guests waiting to enter or who had just arrived mostly cast curious, indifferent, or equally superior glances at them.

Ye Zhenkang felt as if he had been stripped naked and was standing under a spotlight, with every gaze carrying a chilling coldness.

He took one last look at the soldiers with their cold, unmoved eyes!

His gaze swept over Fatty Han's smug face and the mocking glances, both overt and covert, around him. At that moment, his once straight back finally hunched over irrevocably.

He seemed to have all his strength drained away in an instant, and let out a deep sigh filled with endless bitterness and despair.

He turned to look at his wife, whose eyes were red and who was trying to hold back her tears, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Simin... let's... go."

Just as he was utterly despondent, preparing to drag his wife away like a stray dog ​​under the watchful eyes of the entire room—

"Chairman Ye! Please wait!"

A slightly hurried but powerful voice rang out!

A composed, well-dressed middle-aged man, accompanied by several companions, strode quickly from the direction of the main gate.

He is none other than Yin Hang, the chairman of Beijing High Energy Group, who had many pleasant collaborations with Ye Zhenkang in his early years!

Beside him stood a burly man from Northwest China with a booming voice—none other than Du Hanyuan, known as the "Coal King"! Both men were old acquaintances of Ye Zhenkang.

Yin Hang was an upright man, and out of consideration for past relationships, even though he knew the Ye family was now in decline, he was still willing to lend a helping hand.

He completely ignored Han Yi's instantly darkened expression, strode up to Ye Zhenkang, and wore a sincere smile:

"Chairman Ye, sister-in-law, why didn't you tell us you were coming? Please come in with us!"

Du Hanyuan was even more direct. He grabbed Ye Zhenkang's shoulder with his large, fan-like hand, his voice booming with the boldness and righteousness characteristic of people from Northwest China:

"Exactly! Screw them! These sycophants only know how to bully honest people! Chairman Ye, we're old friends, haven't seen each other for years. Perfect timing, tonight, let's use Young Master Teng's place as our backdrop, we must drink until we drop!"

As he spoke, he put his arm around Ye Zhenkang, who was still somewhat dazed, while Yin Hang gestured to Zhou Simin in a gentlemanly manner, and the group headed straight for the soldiers at the entrance.

Du Hanyuan took out his gilded invitation and said very politely to the soldiers on duty:

"Soldiers, thank you for your hard work! My two friends here were in a rush and didn't come with us. This is our invitation; according to regulations, we can bring people in. What do you think?"

The soldier accepted the invitation letter expressionlessly and checked Yin Hang and Du Hanyuan's identity information again!

After confirming that everything was correct, he glanced at Ye Zhenkang and his wife, who were clearly together behind them, and without saying anything more, he stepped aside to make way for them.

"Thank you!" Yin Hang nodded slightly.

Du Hanyuan laughed and patted Ye Zhenkang on the back, then glanced provocatively at Fatty Han, whose face was ashen and who looked like he had swallowed a fly!

With their heads held high and chests puffed out, Ye Zhenkang and Zhou Simin walked through the magnificent gates of Yueting Garden, flanked by Yin Hang on either side like guardians, under the watchful eyes of a crowd with varying expressions.

A well-trained hostess immediately stepped forward, smiling and bowing as she led the way: "Distinguished guests, this way please, proceed to the Tengge Hall."

Behind them was Fatty Han's venomous gaze, almost spitting fire, and the scene of other wealthy businessmen looking on in surprise and whispering among themselves.

Ye Zhenkang felt the solid support of his old friend beside him and saw the renewed light of hope in his wife's eyes!

The hunched back straightened up involuntarily, little by little, the moment he stepped into Yueting Garden.

Inside the door lie unknown opportunities and deeper waters;

Outside the door lies the cruel reality and the humiliation of past actions.

This dramatic scene was merely a small interlude in this grand event that brought together countless ambitions and schemes.

The real eye of the storm lies behind the door of the Tengge Hall, which is about to be fully opened.