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

Faced with the almost interrogative urgency of the person in charge of the Magic City, and the gazes of the entire audience that were a mixture of disappointment, confusion, and the last glimmer of hope, Teng Ao's face did not show the slightest dissatisfaction or anger at being offended.

He remained as calm as a deep pool, as if he had anticipated this question.

"The question raised by this leader just now," Teng Ao's voice echoed steadily through the microphone in the eerily silent meeting room, "is precisely the core issue that I must explain and discuss with all the leaders next."

His gaze suddenly became deep and distant the moment he finished speaking, as if piercing through the magnificent hall before him and seeing something more distant and essential.

Instead of remaining behind the podium, a symbol of power and decision-making, he slowly and gradually descended, like a philosopher about to preach, walking towards the center of the crowd.

He spoke as he walked, his voice not loud, but every word clear and resonating in everyone's heart:

Longyu Group is not a traditional, single business entity.

It is a comprehensive multinational group company that focuses on high-tech fields such as energy, electronics, pharmaceuticals, and drones, integrating research and development with production.

Looking back, he exuded undeniable confidence: "Some time ago, I publicly stated at a press conference that Longyu Group possesses strong capital, top-notch R&D capabilities, and product advantages."

One of the purposes of our existence is to break technological monopolies and foreign blockades in many fields!

In fact, we have already completed the technological reserves for many new electronic products and pharmaceutical categories, and they can be quickly transformed into large-scale production capacity once the industrial park is established!

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the attentive faces, his tone becoming more serious:

What is the soul of a conglomerate with such abundant funds and mastery of many cutting-edge technologies that are capable of changing the industry landscape?

It's about continuous innovation! It's about constant updates and iterations! It's about always being at the forefront of the times, leading the trend, not just following it!

He posed the crucial question: "And what guarantees all of this? Only talent! Plus extreme efficiency!"

He seemed to see through the defenses in the hearts of many in the audience, and continued:

"Some of the leaders here might be thinking: 'Talent recruitment? We've already made that plan! The cities under our jurisdiction have top universities in the country and even the world; our talent pool is abundant!'"

"But—" Teng Ao's voice suddenly became more forceful, carrying a sharp edge that pierced through appearances, "Your talent strategy is fundamentally different from what Longyu Group is pursuing!"

At this point, Teng Ao suddenly stopped walking and stood under the halo in the center of the venue.

He suddenly raised his head, his expression no longer calm, but filled with an uncontrollable excitement, even tinged with pity and indignation.

His gaze, like a burning flame, swept over everyone in the room:

"I want to ask all the students in the country who have graduated from university, entered the workforce, dressed smartly, and earned enviable high salaries—"

His voice carried a soul-searching power:

"In the pursuit of your careers and lives, have you inadvertently violated the most fundamental ethical principles that have been passed down for thousands of years in our Dragon Kingdom?!"

This question was a bombshell! Everyone present was stunned, not understanding why the topic had suddenly shifted to such a heavy human relations level.

Teng Ao didn't keep anyone in suspense; his words unfolded like a scroll, slowly painting a scene that resonated with countless people, bringing tears to their eyes:

"I want to ask these privileged children, where are their parents who gave birth to them, raised them, and poured their hearts and souls into nurturing them into adulthood?!"

"Among them, so many come from ordinary towns and impoverished villages! Their parents may be farmers toiling in the fields, or laid-off workers who have worked tirelessly. They have endured hardship and scrimped and saved, placing all their hopes on their children!"

"But what happens to the children after they graduate? They have no choice but to leave their homes and head to big cities far from their hometowns that offer high-paying jobs! As a result, endless overtime and non-stop busyness become the norm."

Teng Ao's voice was filled with deep sorrow: "The image of my hometown is gradually blurring in my memory; the figures of my parents, beyond the brief moments of video calls, are becoming increasingly distant and unfamiliar!"

His tone grew even lower, as if he were recounting a universal tragedy that no one had the heart to expose:

"And during festivals and holidays, when families reunite, those parents who have toiled for most of their lives can only stand alone at the door of their homes, lean against the window, or silently walk to the old tree at the village entrance..."

"They gazed into the distance at the road that led out of the village, the road where their children had left home years ago."

"At home, to celebrate the holiday, the elderly couple prepared a sumptuous meal, setting out bowls and chopsticks, as if their children were right beside them. But the heat of the food gradually dissipated, and it grew cold..."

"Why aren't they eating?" Teng Ao's voice trembled. "Because they're still gazing into the distance! Still waiting! Waiting for a phone call, a greeting, from their children far away!"

"As I waited, the food got cold... and my heart grew cold too..."

His voice grew softer and softer, as if he couldn't bear to disturb that hopeless wait:

These parents might not even dare to make a phone call to their children...

Because they always assume that their child is busy, working, in a meeting, or socializing...

Calling him would bother him and affect him... Let's wait a bit... let's wait a bit...!

"Perhaps, in a little while, the familiar figures of my children will appear at the village entrance; perhaps, in a little while, my phone will ring with the special ringtone of my children..."

Teng Ao raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the brilliant lights of the conference hall, seeing into the countless nights in villages and towns that those lights could not illuminate:

But then, darkness fell. In other homes, lights were already blazing, the air filled with the sounds of family reunions and the aroma of dinner; the feasts were nearing their end…

And these parents, still stubbornly and silently, raised their heads and gazed at the distant, dark night sky that had swallowed their children...