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

As evening falls, the lights of Beijing begin to illuminate the city.

On the top floor of the Teng Corporation headquarters building, huge floor-to-ceiling windows offer a dazzling view of the city at night!

Inside the window, however, was a brightly lit battlefield, with the sound of keyboards clattering like a storm.

Dozens of top traders remained at their posts, their eyes glued to the constantly changing numbers and curves on the screen.

They have been fighting here for countless days and nights, eating and sleeping on this floor. Their bodies are exhausted to the limit, but everyone's eyes are burning with an almost frenzied excitement.

Funds amounting to hundreds of millions, or even tens of billions, are manipulated at their fingertips, becoming like tamed dragons churning and colliding in the global financial markets...

The sense of accomplishment from wielding vast amounts of capital made them forget their fatigue, as if they could see their dream luxury apartment in the heart of Beijing beckoning to them.

Zeng Long has already arrived quietly.

He abandoned the conspicuous military-plated jeep, which was driven away by someone arranged by General Liu, while he himself arrived in an ordinary taxi, minimizing any possibility of being tracked.

He walked into the core office, where Lin Xiaoya and Anna were buried in a pile of data reports, quickly calculating.

Upon seeing Zeng Long enter, a glint flashed in their eyes, but without any further pleasantries, they immediately got to work.

"Boss!" Lin Xiaoya spoke first, her voice filled with barely suppressed excitement, waving her arms:

Our long positions in the energy market have largely been successfully traded and profitable! Anna and I just did a preliminary calculation of the profits, and the total return is nearly double the initial investment!

Her eyes lit up, as if she saw mountains of gold and seas of silver:

"If we immediately establish a short position and ride the market momentum again... my god! Boss, you'd instantly become the world's richest person invisibly!"

Zeng Long smiled as he looked at Xiao Ya, who was excitedly gesturing wildly, his tone clear and composed:

"What are you thinking? The world's richest man? Calm down." He walked to the huge data screen, his gaze sweeping over the dizzying numbers!

Most of the funds came from investments by Ronnie, Teng, and other bigwigs at the exchange meeting.

As agreed beforehand, we will only charge 50% of the profits as commission.

Moreover, I won't take a single penny of commission from those brothers who work so hard outside; all profits will be distributed to them according to their contributions.

He paused, rubbed his throbbing temples, looked at Anna, and his tone became steady:

"Most importantly, after deducting commissions and the brothers' share of the profits, these funds need to be invested as soon as possible in the initial construction and subsequent operation of the 'Longyu' Group; it's a money-devouring beast. Also..."

He added in his mind that the construction of the White Eagle's global intelligence network was burning through huge sums of money every day, with billions invested, and they might not even see a big ripple.

After Xiaoya finished her report, Anna immediately took over the conversation. Her voice was equally excited, but more composed:

I have contacted several financial institutions and partners under my family, and they are using all legal and compliant means to quietly deploy all the available funds we have accumulated with high leverage to short the global energy market.

Most positions are expected to be established within the next 24-48 hours.

Anna's azure eyes sparkled with a strange light as she participated in and witnessed the entire silent yet breathtaking financial storm.

This is so exciting! This is so perfect! Her eyes were filled with fervent adoration and love as she looked at Zeng Long.

This is the man she chose; his plans are grand and precise, like those of a strategist emperor.

Zeng Long nodded, then turned to ask Xiao Ya:

"Where's Teng Ao? I haven't seen him around lately." Xiaoya pouted.

How could he possibly have time to come here!

The establishment of the "Longyu" Group is a massive undertaking with countless tasks involved. I estimate that it would be a miracle if he could get four hours of sleep a day.

I heard that his house is now bustling with visitors every night. Representatives of prominent families and local officials are trying to find him through connections, whether to curry favor, discuss cooperation, or sound him out.

Zeng Long frowned slightly upon hearing this. Even with an iron body, Teng Ao wouldn't be able to withstand this.

Should he find a few trustworthy and capable people who can keep things under control to assist Teng Ao?

His gaze unconsciously drifted towards Anna, but he immediately dismissed it.

Anna's identity is too sensitive, after all, she is the daughter of the Luo family, not a native of a prominent family in China.

To keep the various local bullies and official forces in the deep waters of Beijing in check, it would be more prudent to have a well-established and deeply rooted local force step in.

He pondered for a moment, but couldn't think of a particularly suitable candidate, so he temporarily put the idea aside.

He waved his hand, as if trying to temporarily clear his mind of numbers and calculations:

"Alright, let's stop thinking about it. Let's pack up, go home for dinner, and leave work!"

"Alright!" Xiaoya and Anna immediately cheered, quickly organized the documents, and followed Zeng Long away from this financial battlefield, which was without gunpowder but equally cruel.

Returning to the tranquil villa, a warm and welcoming atmosphere of home greets you.

Tie Zhu and Ye Feng were already sitting obediently at the dining table, gazing longingly towards the kitchen.

Hearing the door open, He Jing, wearing an apron, peeked out from the kitchen. Seeing her son return, her face instantly lit up with an immense smile of joy and satisfaction.

"You're back!" Her voice was light and warm. "I made bird's nest soup tonight, I'll bring it over soon!"

She had barely finished speaking—

"Whoosh!" Tie Zhu, Ye Feng, Xiao Ya, and Anna sprang from their seats almost simultaneously, as if they had heard a bugle call to charge, and swarmed into the already not-so-spacious kitchen, chattering excitedly:

"Auntie! Let me do it!"

"Auntie, please rest. The soup is hot; I'll get it!"

"I'll get the bowls and chopsticks!"

"I'll serve the food!"

The four of them had a clear division of labor and worked quickly. Their faces were filled with genuine smiles, as if being able to share some of the housework with Zeng Long's mother was an extremely honorable and joyful thing.

Zeng Long stood in the restaurant, watching the lively and harmonious scene before him!

Looking at the happiness that was almost overflowing on my mother's face!

Seeing the genuine concern from my friends!

His hardened heart felt as if it had been gently bumped by something!

A warm feeling called "home" that I've never experienced before!

Like a gentle stream, it slowly seeped into his long-frozen heart. This feeling was unfamiliar, yet he longed for it immensely.

Once all the dishes, soups, and tableware were neatly arranged on the table, Zeng Long looked at He Jing, forcing a somewhat unnatural smile, his voice slightly stiff and stammering:

"You've worked so hard... Let us clean up these dishes later. You've had a long day, so sit here and rest."

"Mmm-hmm-hmm!!" Tie Zhu and the other three immediately nodded in unison, like chickens pecking at rice, their voices loud and clear:

"Auntie! You've worked so hard! We'll take care of all the logistics!"

Looking at her son's clumsy expression of concern and listening to the children's sincere words, He Jing's eyes instantly welled up with tears. She forcefully suppressed the tears of happiness that threatened to spill, and repeatedly replied:

"Okay...okay...okay! But Auntie isn't tired! Really not tired!" She looked at Zeng Long, her gaze so tender it could melt hearts!

"Being able to watch you all eat the food I cooked is the happiest and most blissful thing in my life. So after you finish eating, go about your business. I'll clean up, go back to get some clean clothes, and come right over."

Zeng Long hastily avoided his mother's overly ardent and loving gaze, as if he couldn't bear the weight of her emotions.

He lowered his head, picked up his bowl, and began to eat heartily, using his actions to conceal the turmoil in his heart.

After the meal, he put down his chopsticks, looked at Tie Zhu and the other three, and spoke with his usual calm tone, but his words carried warmth:

"Wait a moment, you all come together and escort him." After saying that, he didn't say anything more and turned to go upstairs alone.

At the dining table, four synchronized, excited voices immediately rang out: "Roger that, boss!" "Mission accomplished!"

Lin Xiaoya moved closer to He Jing, took her arm, and said playfully:

"Auntie! Look, the eldest brother personally ordered us four 'protectors' to escort you back to get your luggage! We'll set off together after we finish eating!"

He Jing nodded, choking back tears as she ate. A tear finally slipped down her cheek; she quickly wiped it away and smiled as she replied:

"Okay! Auntie will do whatever you say this time."

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Meanwhile, in a dimly lit office on the other side of the city, Wu Jun listened to his assistant's report.

"Young Master, Yin Yi just reported that the target, Zeng Long, is a counter-surveillance expert. He has discovered their tracking and is deliberately leading them in circles."

Following the pre-arranged plan, they immediately ceased tracking and evacuated.

Wu Jun leaned back in his chair, letting out a low, cold laugh in the darkness:

"Heh... He's really something else. He can even easily see through a tracking expert like Yin Yi. This Zeng Long is getting more and more interesting."

His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and thrill.

The assistant asked cautiously:

"Young Master, we've confirmed Zeng Long's vehicle and license plate number. Could we trace back along this line to find out where he frequented and where he stayed? That's one way to do it..."

"Foolish!" Wu Jun suddenly shouted coldly, his sinister gaze piercing his assistant like an ice pick.

Since Zeng Long was able to discover Yin Yi, did he not expect that we would check his driving records?

He was able to set up a deadly trap that even the old man couldn't break in a short time. His meticulous thinking and shrewd planning were extraordinary!

Don't forget, he has a very close relationship with Li Weiguo from the Ministry of State Security!

If we rashly tamper with the official surveillance archives, wouldn't that be like walking into the line of fire and throwing ourselves into a trap?

He took a deep breath, suppressing his agitation, and asked instead:

"Did you find out what happened to him at Tsinghua University this afternoon, as I asked you to?"

The assistant quickly bowed and replied:

We found out the details and arranged for a covert report to the school. In the afternoon, he went to a conference room in the administration building to attend a panel meeting on an international social economics academic debate.

In addition... Chen Yifeng, the young master of the Chen family, was also in that conference room at the time.

"Chen Yifeng?" A hint of surprise flashed across Wu Jun's face, but it was quickly replaced by an excitement that seemed to have found a breakthrough. A meaningful smile appeared on his lips. "Oh? He's here too? That's... very interesting."

He waved his hand, his tone carrying a new instruction:

"You can go out now. Tell the 'Hidden Assassin' group that their next priority is to keep a close eye on Jingqing University, especially the movements of that debate team."

"Yes, young master!" The assistant, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, bowed respectfully and left the office.

After the door closed, Wu Jun did not take immediate action.

He sat quietly in the darkness, his fingers unconsciously stroking his chin, his eyes gleaming.

A few minutes later, he suddenly picked up the encrypted phone on the table and skillfully dialed a number.

When the call connected, Chen Yifeng's slightly gloomy and impatient voice came from the other end:

"Feed? Who?" Wu Jun's face revealed a calculating smile, but his voice was calm and even carried a hint of familiarity:

"Brother Yifeng, it's me, Wu Jun. I'd like to talk to you about something that happened in the debate group this afternoon..."

For the next ten minutes or so, the two had a private conversation on the phone, the contents of which remain unknown.

But after hanging up the phone, Wu Jun's smile became increasingly confident and gloomy.

He slowly stood up, walked to the heavy curtain that had been tightly closed, and pulled it open with a "whoosh".

Outside the window, the boundless, neon-lit nightscape of Beijing unfolds like a giant chessboard full of unknowns.

Wu Jun stood with his hands behind his back, staring into the darkness outside the window, as if talking to himself, his voice low but carrying an air of absolute certainty:

"Zeng Long, Zeng Long... No matter how cunning you are, or how skilled you are, it seems you still can't escape my grasp. Jingqing University... Debate Team... Chen Yifeng... Heh, interesting, very interesting..."

Instead of risking the obvious trap of official surveillance data, he took a different approach, seeking a breakthrough in Zeng Long's social activities and interpersonal relationships at school.

Wu Jun possesses an equally astonishing sharpness in his mind and vigilance.

Zeng Long set up the trap himself, laying the bait and waiting for the fish that were tracking the data to take the bait.

However, Wu Jun, the venomous snake hidden deep within, used his suspiciousness and cunning to bypass this obvious trap and, from another unexpected angle, once again focused his attention on Zeng Long.

An invisible battle of tracking and concealment, conspiracy and counterattack, escalates once again amidst a cozy dinner and dark intrigue!

The situation has become even more unpredictable, turbulent, and fraught with unforeseen dangers!