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

1:50 PM.

The parking lot of the Beijing International Hotel, which is as spacious as a plaza, has been transformed into a silent battlefield.

One after another, minibuses and black Audi A6L official sedans from provincial and municipal offices in Beijing arrived, like steel behemoths converging from all directions, silently and orderly driving in and occupying the carefully planned parking spaces.

Sunlight shone on the jet-black, gleaming car body, reflecting a cold and imposing sheen.

The car door slid open, and out stepped a pair of impeccably polished, gleaming leather shoes.

The owners of the leather shoes were government officials and economic elites with calm demeanor and solemn faces.

They are representatives from the most important and economically vibrant provinces and cities in the Dragon Kingdom's provincial-level administrative divisions.

Each team consists of more than twenty people, like a miniature administrative hub, which, under the leadership of the person in charge, converges into a silent torrent containing enormous energy.

Their faces were a mixture of barely concealed eagerness and barely suppressed excitement.

The footsteps pounded firmly on the ground, producing a soft, rhythmic "tap-tap" sound, like the prelude to war drums, leading towards the hall that symbolized opportunity and challenge—

State Guest Room No. 1, moving forward with determination.

A wide red carpet stretched from the parking area all the way to the entrance of the State Guest House, like a broad road leading to glory and the future, and also like a trial road testing courage and wisdom.

These officials, who frequently appear on local television news, govern a region, wield power, and are hailed as "political stars," now step onto this red carpet, feeling pressure and expectations that are completely different from what they used to experience.

The men were all dressed in dark suits or sharp Zhongshan suits, their ties tied meticulously, with even the position of their tie clips seemingly calculated precisely.

For women, it is a well-tailored business suit, dignified yet capable.

This uniform attire not only represents the extreme importance attached to this meeting, but also serves as an implicit declaration:

They represent the authority of the government and bear the responsibility for the livelihood of millions of people and the economic development of the region.

When investment promotion teams from different provinces and cities unexpectedly meet on the red carpet or briefly intersect at the entrance, the air seems to instantly become thick and scorching.

There were no verbal greetings, only a brief exchange of glances.

In those eyes, there was scrutiny, assessment, and an undisguised competitive desire, like two invisible currents colliding in the air, bursting out with crackling sparks that only they could perceive.

This is the prelude to a battlefield where generals clash with generals and soldiers clash with soldiers.

Each person in charge is like a commander-in-chief about to lead an army into battle; their aura expands and clashes invisibly.

Behind them were the team members, their elite troops, with sharp eyes and tense expressions, gripping their file boxes or tablets as if they were holding the most advanced weapons.

Beneath the serious expression lay a silent determination to compete and never back down.

Zeng Qiang, the vice governor of Haining Province, walked with a calm demeanor, his face bearing his usual, slightly amiable yet formidable smile.

He had just stepped onto the steps in front of the State Guest House when he was met head-on by another powerful aura.

Chen Jiping, the deputy secretary of the Jianghe Provincial Party Committee and father of Chen Yifeng, is approaching from the side with his capable team.

Their eyes met in mid-air and locked instantly.

"Vice Governor Zeng, it's been a long time! You're still as dashing as ever!" Chen Jiping spoke first, a warm smile spreading across his face as he extended his right hand.

But deep within his eyes was a sharp icicle, as if trying to pierce through Zeng Qiang's calm exterior and see through Haining Province's true intentions.

Zeng Qiang's smile remained unchanged, as calm as a lake, as he reached out to shake hands with the other person:

"Deputy Secretary Chen, how have you been lately? I heard that Jianghe Province's GDP growth rate increased again in the first half of this year. Congratulations!"

The two held hands tightly.

In that instant, it was as if an invisible command was given.

The knuckles of both hands exerted slight force almost simultaneously!

That was no ordinary handshake; it was the first silent contest between two powerful provincial officials, representing two economically strong provinces with tens of millions of people and trillions of dollars in economic output!

Zeng Qiang's palms were broad and steady, and the force he conveyed was solid and firm.

Chen Jiping's fingers were long and strong, tightening like iron clamps.

The veins on the back of his hand were slightly bulging, and his knuckles were slightly white from exertion.

Their faces still wore impeccable, even friendly, smiles, but in their exchanged glances, a fierce fighting spirit was already boiling over!

This brief exchange was not a contest of pure physical strength!

Rather, it is will, confidence, and a collision of economic strength and development potential between their respective provinces!

It is also a contest of responsibility concerning the political future of individuals and the well-being of millions of people!

Anyone who shows the slightest sign of backing down at this moment seems to be at a disadvantage in the competition to come.

Time seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Finally, as if by telepathy, the two simultaneously loosened their grip, their tightly clenched hands naturally separating. It was as if the intense struggle that had just taken place had never happened.

Chen Jiping casually flicked non-existent dust off Zeng Qiang's suit with his free left hand and chuckled, "Governor Zeng, your suit is impeccably tailored!"

Zeng Qiang naturally straightened his tie and replied, "Secretary Chen's Zhongshan suit makes him look even more dignified."

The two looked at each other and smiled, their smiles filled with a meaning that only they could understand.

Then, they each turned around, leading their teams with firm steps, onto the red carpet, towards the wide-open doors of the state hall that seemed to swallow up all sound and light.

Behind them, similar scenes continue to unfold.

The leaders of Guangdong Province and Jiangsu Province, two economic giants, shook hands with smiles and said to each other, "Brother provinces, please take good care of us!"

But in the exchange of glances, it seemed as if swords and shadows flashed.

The heads of Shanghai and Nanzhen, two competitors from the most dynamic first-tier cities, parted ways with a mere touch of their fingers, polite yet distant!

Yet, the air is thick with the silent question: "Who is the true innovation capital?"

Even representatives from some economically weaker provinces tried to stand up straight when they met other teams!

His eyes held a desperate determination, as he tried to fight for a chance to survive in this battlefield full of strong opponents.

Every smile is like a meticulously crafted mask, and every greeting is like a calculated program.

On this red carpet, everyone is an actor, and everyone is a warrior.

They straightened their already crisp suits, smoothing out non-existent wrinkles!

Then, amidst the frantic flashing of cameras and the incessant clicking of shutters from countless media reporters, he stood like a general being reviewed...

With their own pride and mission, they stepped through the doors of the State Guest House—doors that determine the flow of huge investments, concern the fate of countless people, and symbolize unparalleled opportunities and challenges.

The main entrance to State Guest Hall No. 1.

Inside the door was a more spacious area, a more solemn atmosphere, and the core members of the Longyu Group sitting on the platform, about to take up the reins of power.

Outside, the sunlight was still dazzling, and the red carpet was still bright red, but the silent smell of gunpowder in the air was so strong that it could not be dissolved.

This grand event, or rather, this war, which will determine the future economic landscape of the Dragon Kingdom, has already begun.