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

Right there in the study of the Chen family compound, when Old Master Chen was clearing away the fog for Chen Yifeng, setting the strategic tone of "profit above all else" and targeting the Jingtong District—

In other secluded mansions and private clubs in Beijing, undercurrents were also surging and conspiracies were rife.

The sudden appearance of the Longyu Group, this giant cake exuding an enticing aroma and a red halo, has already stirred the nerves of the entire top power circle.

In a similarly heavily guarded but unassuming courtyard, two sprightly old men sat facing each other, drinking tea.

It was Wu Xingzhong, the pillar of the Wu family, and He Minquan, the helmsman of the He family.

Behind them stood the younger third-generation members of their families—

Wu Chen and He Ziming listened attentively, holding their breath and maintaining a respectful posture, to a conversation that would significantly impact their future.

Wu Xingzhong gently blew away the foam in the teacup, his eyes deep and his vision clearly broader.

He set down his teacup, his gaze sweeping over He Minquan, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable decisiveness:

"The game in Jingtong District has just begun. Let Wu Chen and Ziming go there first to gain experience and hone their skills."

"The position doesn't need to be too high, but it must be crucial, allowing access to the core."

"As for Hao Yuan... he just got incredibly lucky and managed to get ahead by sheer luck. Fine, let him go first, lay a solid foundation, and plant all the necessary 'fruit trees'."

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, as if he were discussing the relationship between a gardener and fruit trees:

"Once the fruit trees are planted, we should unite and give him the benefits he deserves as soon as possible, so he's well-fed. Once he's accumulated enough 'motivation,' his position should be..."

He paused meaningfully, and He Minquan, standing beside him, immediately understood and followed up with the same shrewd smile:

"Hehe... Old Wu is right. Planting good fruit trees doesn't guarantee that they will bear fruit."

"Even if the fruit grows, who will pick it? How much can be picked? That's not up to him."

He Minquan's voice carried a hint of chill:

"If he's sensible and knows when to advance and retreat, everyone will be happy, and he'll deserve some credit. But if... he becomes arrogant, doesn't see his place, and tries to take all the credit for himself or get in everyone's way..."

He didn't say anything more, but the chill had already spread.

Grandpa He concluded:

"This cake is too big; Hao Yuan alone can't eat it, and neither can a district-level unit like Jingtong District swallow it!"

"Old Wu, it's time to send your eldest grandson, Wu Jun, to meet this rising 'political star' first, to pave the way and scout things out."

In stark contrast to the calm and collected demeanor of these top-tier companies as they orchestrate and divide the spoils behind the scenes, the Beijing offices of local investment promotion teams are in complete chaos and disarray.

Almost every meeting room in the Beijing offices of provincial and municipal governments and major cities was filled with an atmosphere of anxiety and shouting.

"Change it! Immediately! Right now! Follow the same approach as the Jing-Tong District plan—no! Surpass their vision! Think big, do everything possible! Policy support? Give it to us! Land? Give it to us! Give us whatever we need!"

A high-ranking investment manager, his face ashen, slammed his fist on the table and roared at his team, whose eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion.

"Time! We only have a few hours! The national investment promotion conference starts this afternoon! If we can't come up with something decent, we're all packing our bags and getting out!"

How could they not be anxious? Yesterday, Tengao's blueprint for "Longyu City," "Smart Community," and "Ultimate Care for Employees" at the meeting completely overturned the traditional investment promotion thinking.

This means that all of Longyu Group's future subsidiaries and industrial chain layouts will likely follow this new model that is full of humanistic care and technological foresight.

The proposals they previously submitted, which focused on tax incentives and land prices, are probably outdated and worthless in Tengao's eyes!

What sent chills down their spines even further was that early this morning, phone calls from the highest levels of government in various provinces sounded like death knells, issuing direct and urgent orders:

Even if we don't ultimately secure an investment share, we must demonstrate the utmost sincerity and foresight in our investment promotion plan!

Didn't you see that the top leader personally issued an encouraging statement praising Longyu Group?

This is no longer a simple business investment promotion, but an action with political implications!

If you can't even come up with a decent plan, who can bear the blame of being labeled "inactive" or "rigid-minded"?

However, amidst this panic and chaos, the Beijing offices of two provinces remained unusually calm.

Inside the meeting room of the Tianguang Province's Beijing office, the atmosphere was serious, but there was no sign of panic.

Looking at the confident He Xing, the deputy governor couldn't help but confirm again:

"Comrade He Xing, are you sure... we're going to submit the plan exactly as you insisted on before? Without making any modifications or improvements based on the plan from the Jingtong District?"

He Xing wore an almost mysterious, confident smile. He nodded vigorously, his tone steady:

Boss, you can rest assured!

I dare to use my official hat and my future political career as a guarantee that our plan will absolutely be fine!

While we wouldn't claim to have the largest investment amount, Longyu Group will certainly provide Tianguang Province with a satisfactory investment share!

Seeing his resolute attitude, the vice governor took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind:

"Good! Comrade He Xing, if you have this confidence, the province will fully support you! You will be fully responsible for this matter, and all the authority and support that Tianguang Province can provide will be tilted towards you!"

The Beijing office of Haining Province is as peaceful as a paradise.

While other teams were working overtime and revising plans, the investment promotion personnel from Haining Province were eating and drinking as usual!

Several people, who were exhausted from working through the night, were now being forced by the manager to catch up on sleep in their rooms to recharge.

Because their overall leader, Vice Governor Zeng Qiang, merely tossed out a casual remark before leaving:

"Stop busying yourselves, go do what you're supposed to do." Then, he leisurely left the Beijing office.

At this moment, Zeng Qiang is sitting in his father's old courtyard house, which is full of the weight of time, leisurely sipping fragrant tea and enjoying a rare moment of peace.

He took a sip of tea, a look that was both joking and genuinely questioning, as he looked at his father:

"Dad, I really don't understand."

Why did Xiaolong insist on placing the headquarters in the Jing-Tong District?

"Why are they still so eager to promote Hao Yuan?"

"Seeing Hao Yuan's current success, even I'm a little envious."

Grandpa Zeng raised his eyelids and glanced at his youngest son. Although he had risen to the rank of deputy governor, he still looked somewhat childish in Grandpa Zeng's eyes.

He snorted, his tone admonishing:

"You're already a vice governor, yet your understanding of issues is still so superficial! Can you really fathom Xiaolong's political wisdom and vision?"

He put down his teacup, his expression turning serious, and began to analyze for his son the turbulent undercurrents hidden behind the business decisions:

Think about it carefully, why did Xiaolong add the word "permanent" before "Longyu Group Headquarters Address"?

What does "permanent address" represent?

"It is a declaration to the highest levels that the roots of the Longyu Group, this commercial behemoth, will always be in China."

"It will forever accept the leadership and management of the Dragon Kingdom government!"

"By placing its headquarters in the capital, right under the emperor's nose, Longyu Group is making a clear statement that it will always put the capital at its center and obey the orders of the country."

Grandpa Zeng's voice was filled with deep emotion:

"Xiao Long is demonstrating through his actions that Longyu Group is not his personal property, nor is it a tool of any interest group!"

"From its very inception, it has carried the mission of the nation, the glory of the people, and the improvement of people's livelihoods! Its fundamental color is red."

He looked at Zeng Qiang with a sharp gaze: "Do you think those people above just casually give words of encouragement and praise?"

"Have you ever seen a private enterprise in the history of China receive such high-level and explicit political affirmation from its very inception?!"

"This proves that from the very beginning of yesterday's negotiations, Xiaolong simply wouldn't adopt any investment proposals from anywhere except those targeting Beijing!"

"His only option is Beijing! This is a clear statement, a declaration of his stance!"

At this point in the analysis, Old Master Zeng's expression turned serious. He sighed softly, a sigh filled with a premonition of the impending storm:

"Those old guys in Beijing may not know that Xiaolong is the real behind-the-scenes controller of Longyu Group, nor may they fully understand all of Xiaolong's hidden intentions."

"But...they understand the intentions behind it!"

"They all know that Longyu Group is more than just a company!"

"It is a banner, a special entity with a strong red political background, a 'red gold standard' that can bring enormous political capital and benefits!"

His words carried a chill: "It is foreseeable that from today onwards, the seemingly calm waters of the capital will be completely stirred up!"

"All forces, those crocodiles and wolves hidden underwater, will be drawn by the news, and in order to get a share of the pie, they will engage in round after round of strangulation, struggle, and alliances..."

"The real storm has only just begun."

As Zeng Qiang listened to his father's analysis, the playful look on his face vanished completely, replaced by a sense of solemnity and understanding.

He looked out the window at the limited sky above the courtyard house, and it seemed as if he could already see the heavy dark clouds gathering above the Jingtong District, woven from power and interests.