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

After the "profit sharing" matters of the Zero Squad members were settled, the private room fell silent again.

However, Zeng Long's brows did not relax; instead, a deeper sense of trouble passed over them.

He gently pressed his temples and felt a headache he had never experienced before.

There is one more crucial and significant favor he has yet to repay—Ronnie.

This financial tycoon, based overseas, made a decisive contribution in this thrilling energy finance war.

Without the astronomical sums of money that Ronnie invested in two separate instances as ammunition, he would never have been able to leverage such a massive market and ultimately achieve such an astonishing rate of return.

This act of kindness in times of need cannot be measured in monetary terms.

However, during the previous communication, Ronnie was adamant and made it clear that he would not accept a single penny. This only made Zeng Long feel more burdened.

He was never used to, and even less willing to, incurring such a huge debt of gratitude, especially to someone of Ronnie's special status.

After a moment of contemplation, Zeng Long took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.

He personally picked up the encrypted communicator and dialed the number that led directly to the other side of the ocean.

After a brief pause, the call was connected, and Ronnie's signature, energetic, and cheerful laughter came from the other end.

"Hahaha...!" The laughter was loud and clear, filled with undisguised admiration and satisfaction. "Dragon! You've really opened this old man's eyes this time!"

His tone was full of admiration: The person my precious granddaughter Anna has taken a liking to is indeed extraordinary!

You showed me firsthand what it means to manipulate events and what a grand, interconnected scheme is!

This financial blitzkrieg in the Middle East was brilliantly executed! Even I have to admit that in some aspects, I feel I'm not as good as them...

Upon hearing Ronnie's lavish praise, a rare, almost imperceptible blush appeared on Zeng Long's resolute face.

He shook his head slightly, speaking into the microphone with a heartfelt sincerity:

"Sir Ronnie, I am truly unworthy of your praise."

He said solemnly, "First of all, I must thank you again, and most sincerely! Without your strong support at the most critical moment, there would be no result today. Your support is the cornerstone of all this success."

He paused, then got to the point, his tone carrying an unyielding insistence:

"Therefore, I'm calling you today for two reasons. First, to express my sincere gratitude. Second, to ensure that you receive the profits generated from this collaboration, as agreed upon. This is what you deserve..."

"Dragon!" Before Zeng Long could finish speaking, Ronnie interrupted him, his voice still carrying a smile, but with an undeniable depth and solemnity, "Last time, I think I made myself clear enough."

His tone became incredibly serious:

"You, Zeng Long, are my personal benefactor, the benefactor of my precious granddaughter Anna, and the benefactor of our entire Luo family! Do you understand what this means?"

He answered his own question with a strong and resounding voice: This means that even if I, Ronnie, and even the entire Ronnie family, give you everything, it is not too much!

Yes, I, Ronnie, am a businessman, but am I a simple businessman who only focuses on immediate profits?

His words revealed the heritage and wisdom of a century-old family:

"The reason why our Luo family has achieved such a prominent position and reputation in the United States and Europe today is not only due to business acumen, but also to our vision, our gratitude, and our understanding of what are truly worthwhile 'interests' to protect!"

Ronnie's voice softened, but carried even greater weight:

"Dragon... I won't say anything more."

His tone revealed a warmth befitting an elder: Anna has been talking to me frequently lately... I heard a long-lost, heartfelt joy in her voice.

My beloved granddaughter, who was once carefree and radiant, has finally... truly returned.

His voice carried a barely perceptible hint of earnestness and entrustment:

"Dragon... take good care of Anna for me, and for your own sake. She... she truly, truly loves you."

His last words were as light as a sigh, yet as heavy as a thousand pounds:

"You are her everything. And Anna... is my everything too."

Finally, Ronnie gave his final answer, decisive and irrefutable:

"Therefore, I won't take a single penny of the profits!"

He emphasized it again, then changed the subject, revealing a cunning tone that was almost "shameless" yet full of profound meaning!

"If you still feel bad about it, then you can keep the money for now."

He spoke softly, yet with absolute clarity, that decisive word:

"Consider it... my advance dowry for Anna."

The words "dowry" struck Zeng Long's heart like a final hammer blow.

Zeng Long held the communicator, speechless for a long time. He no longer tried to argue or persuade, because he understood that this was Ronnie's final decision, and its implications had long transcended the realm of commercial interests.

He remained silent, and finally, speaking into the microphone with an unprecedentedly solemn tone, he replied with two words:

"……clear."

The call has ended.

Zeng Long slowly put down the communicator and looked out at the deep night sky.

Ronnie's substantial dowry, which cannot be measured in monetary terms, served as an invisible bond, connecting him, Anna, and the Ronnie family overseas even more closely.

He had no choice but to accept this favor.

In the future, he will surely repay in another way.