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

The atmosphere had just settled in.

Zeng Linglong's uncle, He Feng, came over with a grin.

He draped his arm over the back of Zeng Linglong's chair, lowered his voice, and spoke with a hint of pride and anticipation:

"I'm talking about my eldest nephew..."

"You're famous throughout the capital now!"

"When are you coming to my uncle's clubhouse to give me face?"

He blinked, his expression exaggerated:

"I don't want anything else!"

"I just want to show off a bit within the Beijing social circles!"

"The taboos in their minds..."

He gave Zeng Linglong a thumbs-up, speaking slowly and deliberately:

"But he's my nephew! My own...nephew!"

"You're kidding me!"

Before Zeng Linglong could respond, his uncle He Xing pushed He Feng aside and laughed, scolding him:

"Xiao Long, don't listen to your uncle's nonsense!"

"His shabby club, if you went there... wouldn't it affect your status?"

He turned to Zeng Linglong, his tone earnest:

"Isn't it a waste of your time for someone as busy as you to go there?"

"We have the time..."

He Xing's gaze was fervent:

"Go to my uncle's place in Tianzhou City and help me check on the preliminary preparations for your Longyu Group's subsidiary."

"You two—"

Old Master He Runde couldn't stand it any longer. He slammed his hand on the table, his eyebrows raised, his face full of anger:

"Get out of my way!"

"This is my eldest grandson's first visit!"

"All you do is cause trouble for my son!"

The old man exuded an aura of authority, displaying the undisputed dignity of the head of the family.

"Ding ding ding..."

He Xing and He Feng immediately shrank back like mice seeing a cat, chuckling awkwardly as they quickly slipped back to their seats.

Seeing his two uncles' "disheveled" appearance, Zeng Linglong couldn't help but smile.

He really liked this family atmosphere—unpretentious and genuine, with family affection displayed directly and purely.

He first looked at He Xing, his tone calm yet weighty:

"Uncle, I know what you want."

"rest assured."

"At that time... I will have Teng Ao and Ru Ge take Longyu's senior executives to your Tianzhou City for an inspection."

"Your satisfaction is guaranteed."

He smiled.

"This is a very simple thing."

"We are family, it's our duty to help."

Upon hearing this, He Xing's face lit up with joy, and he nodded repeatedly, "Great! Great! Xiao Long, thank you so much!"

Zeng Linglong then turned to He Feng and said:

"Uncle, I'll be going to your club sometime."

"Teng Ao and Yan Hai told me several times that the young people in the industry wanted to celebrate my return to the family."

"Then I'll give you the location..."

He looked at He Feng and smiled slightly:

"Your club is fine."

He Feng was so excited he almost jumped up, rubbing his hands together, his face beaming with joy.

Zeng Linglong looked at his grandfather one last time, his tone solemn:

"Grandpa, this is such a small matter, as your nephew... I should help."

"It was just a small favor."

At this point, Zeng Linglong's expression became unusually serious.

He slowly took out a thin, plain white document bag without any decoration from the inner pocket of his casual clothes.

Then, he handed the file bag to his maternal grandfather, He Runde, with both hands.

"Grandpa..."

His voice was clear and steady, echoing in the suddenly quiet restaurant.

"here it is……"

"Two percent of Longyu Group's shares."

"Whoosh—!"

Despite everyone's best efforts to restrain themselves, a suppressed gasp inevitably rippled through the restaurant!

Longyu Group! 2% stake!

What does that mean?

The hearts of everyone in the He family present were filled with shock and disbelief!

That's a fortune worth tens of billions! And it's all initial public offering (IPO) shares! It's a true form of hard currency that countless top-tier wealthy families would fight tooth and nail to acquire!

Zeng Linglong's voice continued, carrying an undeniable sincerity:

"It's like I, the grandson, am showing filial piety to my maternal grandparents."

"And... a financial guarantee for the Ho family."

He looked at his grandfather's suddenly widened eyes, and at his grandmother's astonished expression as she covered her mouth, and his voice was filled with a deep emotion:

"My maternal grandparents... have been thinking of me and worrying about me for so many years."

"Countless tears of longing have been shed..."

"My grandson has no way to repay you."

"Little Dragon—!"

He Runde suddenly stood up, so excited that he even swayed slightly, but Zeng Sheng, who was next to him, caught him in time.

The old man's face was filled with shock and emotion, but even more so with a resolute refusal!

"How can your grandparents accept these shares?!"

He Runde's voice trembled slightly.

"Grandpa, I'd like to... help you more!"

"I'll watch you settle down, build a career, and reach the pinnacle!"

"Now is the time for your career to take off!"

He waved his hand forcefully.

"Quickly! Buy back the shares!"

Zeng Linglong also stood up.

He was much taller than his maternal grandfather. At this moment, he bent down slightly, looking at the old man with a calm yet firm gaze, and then slowly swept his eyes over the He family members in the room, each with a different expression.

"Grandpa..."

"I just said..."

Even if you and Grandma don't want it...

His gaze fell on his younger cousins.

"But my cousins..."

"They also need some kind of protection."

He straightened up and spoke calmly:

"Your nephew has no other abilities..."

"Making money is still possible."

He said it casually, yet with an undeniable confidence.

"I just wanted to..."

"My grandparents are getting old..."

"Stop worrying and toiling for your children and grandchildren."

"Enjoy your retirement in peace and comfort."

"My cousins... can also do what they want to do."

"This is... a win-win solution."

"Grandpa... please accept it."

Zeng Lingyu, who had been quietly observing, walked over at this moment.

She took her grandfather's arm, tilted her little face up, and spoke in a sweet but earnest tone:

"I know how good my brother is at making money."

"at the same time……"

She glanced at her brother, her eyes filled with admiration.

"My brother's personality... once he's made up his mind, he won't change it."

As she spoke, while her grandfather was still excited and hesitant, she reached out and took the share document bag, and without saying a word, stuffed it directly into the breast pocket of her grandfather's Zhongshan suit, and even patted it gently.

"dad……"

He Jing also came over, her eyes filled with tears, but her face was full of pride.

"Just accept it..."

"This is Xiaolong's heartfelt sentiment."

He Runde's hand was on the pocket in front of his chest.

That thin document bag now felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

He looked around.

His son, daughter-in-law, daughter, son-in-law, grandchildren... everyone's eyes were on him.

In the eyes of those younger people, besides shock, there was deep gratitude and sincere respect for their suddenly returned cousin.

Old Master He thought even deeper.

These shares... are more than just money.

This is political capital!

It is the most solid guarantee for the family's future!

It is the grandson's unreserved trust in the He family and his deepest gratitude!

The old man's eyes welled up with tears once again.

He opened his mouth, but in the end, all his words of refusal turned into a heavy sigh from his throat, filled with endless relief and emotion.

At this moment, He Xing and He Feng's children—He Zhendong, He Yawen, He Zhennan, and others—exchanged glances and stood up from their seats.

They walked up to Zeng Linglong and stood in a row.

Then, to Zeng Linglong's slightly astonished gaze, his cousins ​​bowed deeply and in unison to him.

"Cousin/Older Cousin..."

Their voices were choked with emotion, yet clear and powerful.

"thank you!"

This bow is not only a thank you for the wealth, but also for the profound family affection and sense of responsibility.

Zeng Linglong was taken aback at first, then burst into loud laughter.

The hearty laughter dispelled the somewhat tense atmosphere from before.

"Is it really necessary? What are you doing?"

He stepped forward, patted his cousin He Zhendong, who was closest to him, on the shoulder, and then ruffled his cousin He Zhennan's hair.

"Everyone, return to your seats!"

Everyone sat back down as instructed, but the way they looked at Zeng Linglong was different now.

Zeng Linglong returned to his seat, picked up his teacup, glanced at the younger generation, and smiled:

"Wait until the day when those in the industry... celebrate for me..."

"Cousins, all of you should go."

His tone was casual, yet it carried a promise.

"I'll show you... more people."

"Okay! Okay!"

He Runde slapped his thigh hard, feeling greatly gratified!

Looking at his children and grandchildren, at his handsome grandson beside him, and at his harmonious family, tears welled in his eyes, and his voice was loud and excited:

"The He family is thriving!"

"Come on! Everyone, raise your glasses!"

He Runde was the first to raise his glass, the amber liquid inside rippling slightly.

"Welcome home, my eldest grandson!"

"Cheers!"

"Cheers——!"

Welcome home, Little Dragon!

"Welcome home, cousin!"

Everyone raised their glasses in unison, their faces beaming with genuine smiles.

The wine glasses clinked together, producing a crisp and pleasant sound.

The atmosphere in the restaurant was instantly ignited!

Laughter, conversation, clinking glasses, and children's playful noises... all mingled together, creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere.

Zeng Linglong sat next to his grandfather, watching this heartwarming and solemn scene unfold before him.

Outside the window, night had completely fallen, and the stars twinkled everywhere.

Inside the window, the lights were on, and the atmosphere was filled with family warmth.

A peaceful smile graced his face, and the cold, hard corner of his heart was quietly softened by this deep warmth.

This dinner lasted a very, very long time.

Even as night deepened, laughter and cheerful voices still echoed within the ancient courtyard, as if trying to dispel all the chill of the eighteen years of separation and firmly lock this warmth, once lost and regained, within this space.

Meanwhile, in a remote mountain base, three thousand "special training selection" soldiers spent their last peaceful night before "hell" descended, filled with trepidation and anticipation.

They did not know how the bells would ring at dawn tomorrow.

All they knew was that they had no choice but to go.

At this time, Zeng Linglong finally received a message from Tianlang, which read: "All matters have been arranged."