sbdcsierra Chapter 505 Bad news!
Chapter 505 Bad news!
"So when do you think this tipping point will likely occur?" Vice Minister Wang asked the most crucial question.
"It will take at least four or five more years."
Zhong Yuemin gave a relatively clear timeframe.
"The formation, expansion, and eventual bursting of a bubble require a relatively long fermentation and accumulation process."
Uncle Wang, in business, risk and reward are always proportional. The window of opportunity has opened; now is the time to act. If you hesitate and look back, the opportunity will be gone by the time everyone sees the situation clearly.
Vice Minister Wang leaned back in his chair, his fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the smooth armrest. The office fell silent for a moment, with only the regular ticking of the old-fashioned wall clock sounding particularly clear.
He gazed intently at the young man before him, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration.
He now understands why the human trafficking business has reached such a scale today. Just this insight and vision... Not to mention ordinary people, even the experts in his department who study international economics and do policy analysis every day may not have your depth and penetrating power.
Amazing, really amazing!
If this is a game of chess between great powers, then the speculators are merely pawns, while humans are more like chess players—standing outside the board, calmly observing and even predicting the course of the game…
To be able to so clearly control one's destiny, and the risks and returns of such a large investment, through one's own judgment...
I've made up my mind!
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After leaving the ministry building, Zhong Yuemin drove home. As soon as he arrived at the gate of the courtyard, he saw a familiar figure pacing anxiously at the gate, looking out from time to time. It was Ning Wei's older brother, Ning Qun.
As soon as Ning Qun saw him return, he rushed to greet him. In his haste, he tripped and almost fell.
Zhong Yuemin rushed forward to support him, only to find that Ning Qun's face was ashen, his lips were trembling, his whole body was shaking slightly, and his eyes were filled with despair and fear.
His heart skipped a beat, and a sense of foreboding washed over him.
"Ningqun, what's wrong? What happened?" Zhong Yuemin calmed him down and asked in a deep voice.
Ning Qun's lips trembled, his eyes instantly reddened, and his voice was broken and incoherent:
"Yue... Yuemin, news just came from the army... the army said... Xiaowei, he... he... sacrificed his life!"
"what?!"
Zhong Yuemin felt a buzzing in his head, as if he had been hit hard by a heavy hammer. His body swayed involuntarily, and his face turned pale instantly.
He steadied himself, forced himself to calm down, and asked in a dry voice:
"How...how did Ning Wei sacrifice himself? What are the specific circumstances?"
"They said... they said they went to the Golden Triangle to carry out a mission to capture a major drug lord, and in the end... in the end they died together with the drug dealers. As for the specific details, I... I don't know much about them."
Ning Qun choked back tears; the immense grief made him almost unable to stand.
"We can't even find...not even a corpse..."
"How can you conclude that someone has died without even finding a body?!"
Zhong Yuemin subconsciously retorted, still harboring a sliver of hope.
"Fortunately...the other surviving team members...saw it with their own eyes," Ning Qun's tears finally rolled down his cheeks.
"They said that Xiaowei pulled the pin on a grenade, grabbed the drug lord, and fell off the cliff piece by piece... and then, it exploded..."
Before he could finish speaking, Ning Qun's body went limp, and he collapsed onto the cold ground.
His parents died early, and he only had one younger brother to depend on. He watched him grow up and sent him to join the army, but now he didn't even get to see him one last time. He's just "gone" like that... How can he explain this to his parents in the afterlife?
The immense grief and guilt nearly broke him.
Zhong Yuemin helped Ning Qun up and sat her on a stone bench in the courtyard. He sat down next to her, his face so gloomy it looked like it could drip water. He pursed his lips and remained silent for more than half a minute.
Only Ningqun's suppressed, intermittent sobs remained in the courtyard.
Ning Qun,
Zhong Yuemin finally spoke, his voice low but unusually firm.
"Don't jump to conclusions, and don't believe everything you hear from over there. I don't believe Ning Wei is really dead. I don't believe it."
“But…but what about the military…” Ning Qun raised her tearful eyes, filled with despair.
"Never mind those things!"
Zhong Yuemin interrupted him, his eyes sharp.
"Ning Wei is no ordinary person. He fought against the Vietnamese in the southern battlefield, braving gunfire and bullets; he survived the hellish Kunlun Mountains Death Valley in the northwest; and he survived countless life-or-death situations during the top-secret and dangerous missions carried out by the 'Old A'!"
I know Ning Wei's abilities and survival skills better than anyone else. He would never... and absolutely could not die so easily at the hands of some drug lord!
He stood up and said in a deep voice...
"There's no use in panicking now. Crying won't solve anything. I'm going to make a call right now to find out the details. You wait here and don't go anywhere."
After saying that, he strode into the house. Ning Qun, as if grasping at the last straw, staggered to his feet and followed him.
Zhong Yuemin directly dialed the phone number of his former military commander, Commander Li, who had retired and was now at home. Once the call connected, he briefly explained the situation.
Commander Li was silent for a few seconds on the other end of the phone, then his voice became serious.
"Yuemin, don't worry, I'll find out the details for you right away. Wait for my call."
Every minute of waiting felt incredibly long. About half an hour later, the phone rang urgently.
Zhong Yuemin immediately grabbed the receiver: "Uncle Li!"
On the other end of the phone, Commander Li's voice was even heavier than before, filled with obvious sorrow.
"Yuemin, the situation... is not optimistic. According to the information that has been sent back and verified, Ning Wei and the five members of his special forces team engaged in a fierce firefight with the target drug cartel while carrying out a 'decapitation' mission in the heart of the Golden Triangle, and subsequently lost contact."
The last team members to provide support discovered signs of a violent explosion and battle at the foot of a cliff near the designated evacuation point, as well as... fragments of equipment and bloodstains belonging to our team members. Based on the on-site investigation, it was determined that Ning Wei and his group... were very likely already...
"Uncle Li!"
Zhong Yuemin took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging waves in his heart.
"They haven't found the body yet, have they? I need to see them alive, or... I need to see their bodies. I can't let them die in a foreign land."
On the other end of the phone, Commander Li paused for a moment, as if he understood something, and then sighed:
"Hey kid... tell me, what do you need this retired old man to do for you?"