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

Zeng Long's gaze finally fell on Hu Sanshao, who was still kneeling on the ground, looking like a frightened bird.

That gaze was calm, yet it made Hu San feel as if he were being stared at by a fierce tiger, sending chills down his spine.

"Alright," Zeng Long said, his voice unreadable. "Your matter..." He paused, then turned his gaze to Yan Hai, who was watching them. "It's up to Xiao Hai to decide. Whatever he says to do, that's how it will be done."

These words were like a pardon, or perhaps a handover of life and death power to Yan Hai. Hu Sanshao felt a sudden sense of relief, then tightened his grip again, looking at Yan Hai with pleading eyes.

Zeng Long ignored them and put on his friendly smile again, walking towards the area where President Qin, President Yang, President He, and other top business leaders of China were gathered.

These individuals are, after all, figures who truly control the lifeline of the national economy, and Zeng Long needs to give them sufficient face and respect, both publicly and privately.

He chatted and laughed with several people, his demeanor elegant and composed. He spoke eloquently about the current economic situation and future industrial layout, offering unique and insightful perspectives!

Even the seasoned business tycoons nodded in approval, their slight unease from the bloody scene quickly dissipating with this high-level exchange.

They realized that this young man possessed not only ruthless methods, but also the wisdom and vision to match them.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries and establishing a solid relationship, Zeng Long handed over the hosting duties to Teng Ao.

He had complete faith in Teng Ao's abilities, and then, with Lin Xiaoya and Tie Zhu, he quietly left the noisy Tengge Hall and returned to the tranquil suite.

The suite offered a secluded escape from the hustle and bustle of the city below.

Zeng Long stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the myriad lights of Beijing, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

"Xiaoya," he said without turning around, his voice steady, "tonight, the funds promised by these tycoons and families will arrive as quickly as possible."

Tomorrow, you must personally oversee the operation to ensure that all funds, through all the covert channels we have pre-established, are completely and without leaving a trace, disseminated into the international crude oil and natural gas futures markets.

He turned around, his gaze sharp as an eagle's:

The market is now experiencing dramatic fluctuations due to the 'chaos' in the Middle East, and the direction of the situation is gradually becoming clearer.

Those international speculative funds and Wall Street giants with keen senses will soon swarm in like sharks smelling blood.

We must fire all our ammunition before they fully react and form a united front, so as to occupy the most advantageous position and seize the greatest and most lucrative profits.

"Don't worry, boss!" Lin Xiaoya put away her usual playful nature, her eyes calm and focused, like a "divine sparrow" entering battle mode!

"Tomorrow I will personally oversee things from the command center, ensuring that every penny is used in the most critical areas to create the biggest waves!"

Zeng Long nodded; he never doubted Xiao Ya's abilities.

He walked to the sofa and sat down, rubbing his temples, as if he had something more difficult to deal with.

Lin Xiaoya observed his expression and said cautiously:

"Also... Boss, you need to be mentally prepared."

She paused, then lowered her voice:

"I just received confirmation from Mr. Ronnie... Sister Anna, your flight will arrive in Beijing the day after tomorrow afternoon."

Upon hearing the name "Anna," Zeng Long paused slightly while rubbing his temples.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and seemed to be able to feel the impending pressure, a mixture of guilt, complexity, and a hint of indescribable emotion, as if he could see through time and space.

A few seconds later, he opened his eyes, his gaze now calm, carrying a hint of resigned resolve:

"Okay, I understand. I'll contact her sometime and tell her... I'll pick her up from the airport myself."

What must be faced will eventually have to be faced.

At that moment, the suite door was gently pushed open, and Ye Feng walked in alone.

Surprisingly, Ye Feng at this moment was completely different from the cold, silent, and seemingly otherworldly "Grim Reaper" he had been before.

The frost that had been gathering between his brows for years seemed to have melted a lot. His eyes were still sharp, but they had become warmer, and there was even a faint, natural smile on his lips.

His entire demeanor transformed from that of a drawn sword into one of restraint and tranquility, as if he had finally found his anchor in the mortal world.

Zeng Long looked at him, a genuine smile on his face, and joked:

"Hmm! Not bad! It's different now that they've found their biological parents. They're finally showing some 'humanity' and are no longer that cold-blooded killing machine."

He pointed to the empty seat next to him, "Why did you come alone? Where are Uncle Ye and Auntie?"

Ye Feng sat down naturally beside Zeng Long, in an attitude of complete trust and without any guard up.

He sighed softly, his smile carrying a hint of helplessness and warmth:

My parents said they absolutely had to go and thank Uncle Yin and Uncle Du in person.

They said that if Uncle Yin and Uncle Du hadn't risked their lives to bring them in today, they wouldn't have even been able to see President Teng, let alone anything else... including finding me.

This kindness must be expressed in person.

"Thanks is the least I can do," Zeng Long nodded in agreement, then asked疑惑地问道, "But why are you sighing?"

Ye Feng rubbed his nose, looking somewhat troubled:

My parents... they said the family business in Shanghai is on the verge of crisis and they have to rush back to deal with it.

They... asked me if I wanted to go back with them.

He raised his head and looked at Zeng Long with a firm gaze. "But right now, boss, you're at a critical moment when you need people. The financial market and the Middle East strategy—which of these can you do without people?"

How could I possibly leave at this time?

Hearing this, Xiaoya couldn't help but roll her eyes and said in her uniquely clear voice:

"Oh, my dear Grim Reaper! Why isn't your usually decisive and ruthless mind working right now?"

She started analyzing on her fingers, like a little strategist:

Just tell Uncle Ye and Auntie not to go back to Shanghai!

With our boss's current immense prestige, wouldn't all those business tycoons and wealthy merchants from all over the country be scrambling to curry favor with Uncle Ye and beg for cooperation?

Besides, the boss just established Longyu Group. If he just slips a project through his fingers to Uncle Ye, such as energy support or infrastructure materials, how could your company not become successful?

The more she talked, the more she seemed to take it for granted:

Not to mention President Teng, and all those young masters in Beijing who already follow their boss's lead!

Even without the boss saying a word, as long as they know that Uncle Ye is the boss's uncle, they will all rush to send benefits and projects to Uncle Ye!

So please rest assured and let Uncle Ye and Auntie stay in Beijing for a few more days!

Firstly, your family of three can reunite properly and make up for the loss of the past ten years or so;

Secondly, this opportunity will allow Uncle Ye to expand his top-tier network here, making things easier for him in the future.

Isn't this the best of both worlds?

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng's eyes lit up immediately, and he slapped his thigh hard.

That's right! How could I not have thought of that! I was so focused on the company crisis that I forgot about the boss's current influence!

I'll go talk to my parents right away and tell them to stay in Beijing without worry!

A radiant smile of relief spread across his face, a rare sight of ease and joy typical of an ordinary young man.

However, Xiaoya underestimated the terrifying effect of Zeng Long's current prestige.

While Ye Feng was still discussing things with Zeng Long in the suite, Ye Zhenkang and Zhou Simin reappeared in the Tengge Hall downstairs, immediately becoming the focus of the entire room!

The first to react was Tengao!

He immediately stopped talking to the others and quickly went to meet them.

With a respectful and enthusiastic attitude, he personally acted as an introducer, leading Ye Zhenkang and his wife among various business tycoons and representatives of prominent families.

"President Qin, this is Chairman Ye Zhenkang, an uncle whom Brother Long greatly respects."

"Mr. Yang, let me introduce you. This is Aunt Zhou, Mrs. Ye, the wife of Chairman Ye."

"President He, Uncle Ye has a deep-rooted business presence in Shanghai. I hope you will take good care of him in the future..."

Every time Teng Ao introduced someone, no matter how high their status, they immediately showed great enthusiasm and respect, not only exchanging contact information immediately but also expressing their desire to make friends.

What made Ye Zhenkang feel like he was in a dream was that several industry giants who were previously just nodding acquaintances or even people he had to look up to actually expressed their intention to cooperate on the spot, with the amount involved often reaching hundreds of millions or even billions!

It was as if those projects weren't hot potatoes at all, but rather gifts that were eagerly awaited.

When Ye Zhenkang finally managed to escape and arrived at the side of Yin Hang and Du Hanyuan, who had been happy for him not far away!

He already had a thick stack of business cards and several verbal promises of cooperation in his hand, roughly estimated to be worth over several billion!

It all happened so fast, so unreal, that it made him feel as if he were in a bizarre dream.

Du Hanyuan, holding a full glass of Moutai, rang out in a hearty voice, filled with genuine joy:

"Old Ye! Look at this! Tonight, I think you're the real star of the show! Come on! For your family reunion, and for your hard-earned success, we brothers must drink until we drop tonight!"

Yin Hang, his face flushed, raised his glass in agreement, patted Ye Zhenkang's shoulder forcefully, his tone filled with emotion and a hint of barely perceptible envy:

Chairman Ye! Brother, I'm truly happy for you! You've really lived up to the saying—"Those who survive a great calamity are destined for great fortune!" And this great fortune is simply boundless!

From now on, if any of us brothers need anything in this capital city, we'll have to rely on you a lot, 'Uncle Ye'!

His words carried a hint of humor, yet also a touch of reality.

Upon hearing this, the people around him smiled kindly.

A short while later, Yan Hai arrived in a large entourage of wealthy young men and socialites from the entertainment circle.

They all toasted Ye Zhenkang and Zhou Simin with great respect, addressing them as "Uncle Ye" and "Aunt Zhou" in a very affectionate manner.

At this moment, Ye Zhenkang and Zhou Simin seemed to have truly become the hosts of this top-level business exchange, surrounded by endless compliments, enthusiastic networking, and tangible business opportunities.

Their faces were filled with excitement, surprise, and a hint of unreality, as if they were in another world.

From a destitute couple who were humiliated and driven to the brink of despair, to the center of attention now, surrounded by admirers and enjoying a triumphant return after hardship.

This dramatic reversal, and the immense nourishment brought by this power, made them deeply realize just how terrifying the energy and influence of Zeng Long, the "brother" their son Ye Feng had recognized, had reached!

And this is just the beginning.