Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

"Mr. Gao, I like to be pragmatic and don't like flattery. You should understand this." Bai Qinghong said.

Gao Qingliang nodded hurriedly. At this time, Zhou Qi sat back in his seat, and the fear he had before was gone, which surprised Bai Qinghong.

What surprised him even more was that Zhou Qi picked up the wine glass on the table and asked the person next to him to pour some wine.

This action left Gao Qingliang stunned, while Bai Qinghong watched it all with interest and waved to the people behind him.

The crystal chandelier reflected cold light on the glass, and Bai Qinghong's personal bodyguard poured bourbon whiskey to the edge of the glass.

Zhou Qi stared at the ripples on the surface of the wine, suddenly picked up the glass and drank it all, his Adam's apple rolling rapidly to complete this silent gamble.

"Does Bai Shao want to watch the sequel?"

Zhou Qi wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth and tapped the empty cup with his knuckles, making a crisp sound.

He noticed the slight twitch of Bai Qinghong's eyebrows - the prince of the capital city obviously did not expect that the prey would take the initiative to tear off the disguise.

Bai Qinghong was playing with a gilded lighter, the metallic opening and closing sounds were particularly clear in the box: "Boss Zhou, are you going to change the script?"

"I just suddenly figured out the rules of the game."

Zhou Qi unbuttoned the second button of his shirt to make himself look more relaxed:

"You noblemen who wear gold and silver always like to turn business into charity. In fact, everyone knows that the Li family needs my brainpower and the Bai family needs my channels..."

Gao Qingliang suddenly kicked over the footstool, and the dull sound of solid wood hitting the ground interrupted the conversation.

The Bai family's military advisor was about to explode, but Bai Qinghong raised his hand to stop him.

Zhou Qi took the opportunity to put his chips on the gambling table: "The real estate project will pay back in three months, and I can expand the overseas funding channel three times. Of course..."

He turned the glass to reflect the red surveillance dot on the ceiling: "The premise is that the Bai family is willing to play by the business rules."

Bai Qinghong suddenly chuckled, his voice tinged with icy iciness: "Mr. Zhou thinks I care about the rules?"

"Of course you don't care."

Zhou Qi met the other party's hawk-like gaze and said, "But you need someone to turn the irregular money into assets that can circulate under the sun.

Mr. Gao can’t do this job. His account books can’t stand a three-day inspection by the Securities Regulatory Commission.”

The air suddenly froze, and Bai Qinghong's fingertips stopped on the gears of the lighter.

Zhou Qi knew that he must not look away at this moment, even though cold sweat was already breaking out on the back of his neck.

When the electronic clock skipped the hour, Bai Qinghong suddenly pushed the bottle across the table: "Have another drink, and we'll talk about how to divide the cake."

Zhou Qi shook his head slightly: "Don't misunderstand, Mr. Bai, I'm just stating the facts. If someone touches the meat on your plate, can you tolerate it? The tempers of those big guys in Hong Kong are even more explosive than mine..."

"Just you?" Bai Qinghong tapped on the mahogany table with his knuckles.

"It's not a big deal, but I helped run a business worth hundreds of billions." Zhou Qi picked up the teacup and sipped it.

"Ten billions?"

Bai Qinghong's eyebrows moved slightly: "Did you fill the Li family's purse?"

"Not only the Li family, but also the Bao family's fleet, Zheng's real estate, Li Zhaoji's electronics factory, and the Wang brothers' entertainment empire..."

Zhou Qi counted on his fingers and said, "Let's put it this way. I am like the activating oil of Hong Kong capital. I can smooth out any blockages."

Bai Qinghong narrowed his eyes: "You are just talking nonsense, do you think I am a three-year-old child?"

"Mr. Bai has checked my background, right?"

Zhou Qi met his gaze and said, "Do I own half of a Hong Kong company? Which piece of land deed of those businesses with real money has the name Zhou Qi written on it?"

This hit the nail on the head.

Bai Qinghong recalled the complicated equity structure in the investigation report and asked in a slightly slower tone, "How did the 10 billion yuan in turnover come from?"

“Play with the heartbeat of Hong Kong stocks.”

Zhou Qi put down the teacup and said, "During the financial crisis a while ago, we shorted the Huo family's stocks, and the three wealthy families made a lot of money. By the way, the person in charge of the Huo Group now is the eldest daughter of the Li family."

Bai Qinghong slammed his knuckles on the table.

Of course he knew the inside story of the Huo family's change of ownership, but he didn't expect that the young man from the mainland in front of him was the manipulator.

The tea room fell into silence, with only wisps of white smoke wafting from the spout of the purple clay teapot.

Zhou Qi used his peripheral vision to measure the other party's psychological defenses.

Dealing with these red kids is like walking a tightrope. You can neither show weakness nor really fall out with them.

He deliberately described the Hong Kong financial group as a community of interests in order to make Bai Qinghong hesitate - touching me would be like stirring up a hornet's nest.

Bai Qinghong suddenly chuckled, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the calluses on his knuckles.

This slight movement made Zhou's head relax, knowing that his opponent was weighing the pros and cons. The winning or losing hand of the chess game was finally decided at this moment.

Bai Qinghong looked at the young man in front of him with a sinister gaze, and only then realized that this seemingly ordinary young man was not the insignificant character who could be dealt with at will as he had imagined.

Gao Qingliang, who was standing by, glanced at the two of them and suddenly interrupted:

"Anyone can talk nonsense, but do you have any actual evidence to support your fantastical statements? You're not going to ask us to invite all the people in Hong Kong's financial industry to testify, are you?"

He deliberately raised his voice and questioned: "For a fund operation of tens of billions of yuan, do you know how much capital is needed?

The securities market is changing rapidly. How could the Hongcheng Consortium entrust huge amounts of funds to an unknown person like you?

In my opinion, they are just taking advantage of the inconvenience of verifying Mr. Bai and fabricating some fictitious achievements to protect themselves."

Zhou Qi calmly turned around and tapped the table with his fingertips: "After listening to Mr. Gao's profound remarks, do you have any insights into capital operations?"

"I wouldn't say I'm proficient in it, but I do know a thing or two." Gao Qingliang adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses.

"As the regional director of Dinghua Group, he not only has the resources of the Bai family, but also has a deep understanding of investment..."

Zhou Qi's tone suddenly became sharp: "I wonder how much profit has been created for the Bai Group over the years?"

Gao Qingliang's eyes twitched slightly, and he glanced at the silent Bai Qinghong, and said calmly, "My main responsibility is the real estate sector."

"Does that mean you're admitting that we're not capable enough in the field of financial investment?" Zhou Qi's chuckle echoed in the conference room.

This sentence was like a stone thrown into a quiet pond. Gao Qingliang's face instantly turned pale: "You are taking revenge for your grudge!"

"Mr. Gao is worrying too much."

Zhou Qi turned the teacup carelessly: "From the beginning to the end, you were not within my consideration."

Seeing that the tension was growing, Bai Qinghong raised his hand and signaled his assistant to start the projection equipment.

When the Shanghai-Shenzhen Index trend chart appeared on the screen, Zhou Qi walked to the front of the curtain and said, "I heard that Mr. Gao has recently invested heavily in Yian Technology and Delong Industrial?"

"These two potential stocks continue to rise, and I have made a profit of 150,000 on my account!"

Gao Qingliang showed the transaction records with full confidence.

Zhou Qi glanced at the candlestick chart, shook his head and sighed: "What I'm saying is that the vision of the traders is worrying."

"you!"

Gao Qingliang slammed the table and stood up, but was nailed to the spot by Bai Qinghong's stern gaze.

At this moment, the cold light of the electronic screen reflected the subtle changes in the expressions of the three people, and the undercurrent of financial game surged silently in the air.

Zhou Qi reclined on the leather sofa, cigarette lingering between his fingers:

"Stock trading is all about quick money, while pension funds play the long game. How many hands can you play with hundreds of thousands of yuan? You can't even make a splash, right?"