Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

This arrogance made Gao Qingliang's temples throb. He suppressed his anger and said, "Since Mr. Zhou claims to be the stock god, why don't you share your insights?"

In response, Zhou Qi dialed the number.

The stock code on the LCD screen was faintly visible in the smoke. The moment the call was connected, a low command sounded: "Zhongke Chuangye and Jiangnan Pharmaceutical each have 100,000 shares, full position at market price."

The electronic prompt sound from the trading hall penetrated the receiver, and the transaction of two hundred thousand funds was completed instantly.

Zhou Qi threw his phone onto the coffee table. "It's 3:20 now. When the market closes at 4:20, the book profit will be at least 30,000."

"Three hours becomes thirty minutes?"

Gao Qingliang seemed to have heard a fairy tale: "Is Mr. Zhou treating the exchange as an ATM? If it doesn't meet expectations..."

“South Bank Cross-River Bridge Project.”

Zhou Qi interrupted: "If I fail, the entire bidding section will be undertaken by your company. But if it comes true, 51% of Dinghua Investment's shares will belong to me."

Bai Qinghong raised his hand to stop his subordinate from refuting, and turned the purple clay teapot in his palm: "I would like to hear the details."

“Balance is the key to business.”

Zhou Qi put out his cigarette in a blue and white porcelain ashtray: "The provincial government wants to link the north and south economies, and Hualong Tengao has been deeply rooted in the local area for 20 years.

Dinghua has put the organization in a dilemma of choosing between two options: taking care of the local tyrants and giving way to the newcomers. "

He took out his tablet and pulled up the project diagram: "Your company's proposal forces Hualong Teng'ao to cut its losses and make concessions, which is like lighting a cigarette next to a powder keg.

Today, the average daily freight volume between the north and south banks exceeds 50,000 tons. Any delay in construction will alert the Provincial Development and Reform Commission, not to mention that the Hong Kong-funded consortium is also keeping an eye on the project progress..."

Bai Qinghong suddenly knocked his knuckles on the mahogany tabletop, and his eyes swept towards Gao Qingliang like a knife: "Last Wednesday, the Hualong Teng'ao transport fleet was detained. Was it you who arranged it?"

"That...that's a normal safety check." Gao Qingliang broke out in sweat on his forehead.

"So normal that we need to alert the Public Security Bureau's special services?"

Zhou Qi sneered and flipped through his cell phone album: "The representatives of the Gangcheng investors had an appointment with the Provincial Department of Commerce yesterday. Guess how many lawyers they brought with them?"

The white porcelain teacup slammed heavily on the table, and Bai Qinghong's voice was chilling: "I need a reasonable explanation."

Bai Qinghong's hawk-like eyes swept over Gao Qingliang, who, with cold sweat oozing from his forehead, hurriedly explained:

"Mr. Bai, although the land on the north bank is now desolate, as long as the cross-river bridge project is approved, the land price will at least increase fivefold! This guy is clearly jealous of our layout..."

"It's also about profit, but Mr. Gao's move is too clumsy." Zhou Qi interrupted, tapping the table lightly.

This sentence successfully aroused Bai Qinghong's interest. He leaned forward and said, "Tell me your opinion."

"I will first use the provincial government as a fulcrum to pry open the entire chess game."

Zhou Qi drew a strategic map on the wooden tea table: "Let the provincial department invite Hualong Teng'ao to form the North Shore Development Alliance, and Dinghua will focus on infrastructure.

Leave 30% of the profit margin to partners - with the halo of political achievements, the provincial government will do its best to promote the implementation of the project. "

“As a leader in infrastructure construction, Hualong Teng’ao can not only share the dividends of the North Shore development, but also earn profits from bridge projects. There is absolutely no reason to refuse.

By then, if we introduce Hongcheng Capital, even if it is just a nominal partnership, the project scale will at least triple.”

Bai Qingliang suddenly slammed the table and said, "Everyone can talk about it on paper, but how can it be so smooth in practice?"

"Because I have the trump card of core technology."

Zhou Qi turned to Bai Qinghong and said, "Concrete pump truck technology is about to undergo a revolution, and this patent will be the pass for the infrastructure sector in the next ten years.

Why would Dinghua, which holds the patent, resort to those shady means? "

Bai Qinghong was playing with the purple clay teacup, his eyes shining brightly.

He didn't care about any patented technology at all, but the huge engineering system described by Zhou Qi was the best channel to launder the family's illegal money.

The gap between the two ideas is obvious at a glance - Gao Qingliang is still playing the trick of reselling land, while Zhou Qi is already building an industrial empire.

Bai Qinghong tapped the sandalwood table with his knuckles, his eyes moving between Zhou Qi and Gao Qingliang.

The light reflected by the crystal chandelier fell on his custom-made suit, making this three-party game even more subtle.

Zhou Qi pushed the teacup to the center of the table: "What Dinghua needs most right now is not a transfusion of funds, but the ability to generate revenue."

This accurate judgment made Bai Qinghong raise his eyebrows slightly. These two hard strengths were exactly what he needed in the competition for family succession.

The construction of technical barriers and sustainable profit model. The young heir slowed down the movement of turning the jade ring, which was a unique body language when he was interested.

When Bai Qinghong asked about the benefit cycle, Zhou Qi chose to retreat in order to advance: "Complete the core technology acquisition within three weeks. This is my gift to the new partner."

He keenly realized that the young master of the Bai family possessed the cunning of a fox and the decisiveness of a jackal, and excessive promises would instead arouse vigilance.

Gao Qingliang felt very uncomfortable at this moment, and the lining of his suit was already soaked with cold sweat.

Seeing that the position he had built up over the years was about to collapse, he suddenly attacked: "Mr. Bai, the South Bank project is the real cash cow!" His trembling voice revealed his inner panic.

Zhou Qi calmly interrupted: "If we go head-to-head with Hong Kong capital according to General Gao's plan, the Bai family will bear 72% of the risk but only get 35% of the dividends. How do we calculate this?"

The temperature in the conference room dropped sharply due to the digital counterattack, and Gao Qingliang was suddenly speechless.

Bai Qinghong suddenly chuckled, and the icy laughter almost made Gao Qingliang knock over his teacup.

When the young master of the Bai family nonchalantly played with the paper cutter, everyone knew it was time to change sides.

The oppressive feeling emanating from the black-clad bodyguard behind Bai Qinghong made Zhou Qi unconsciously adjust the position of his tie.

He casually turned his phone to silent mode, tapped his fingertips on the edge of the conference table twice, and looked up to meet the other person's half-smile:

"Mr. Bai means that the Bai family is determined to obtain the development rights of Guang Province Eco-City?"

The sudden vibration of the cell phone broke the deadlock.

Zhou Qi glanced at the caller ID and turned on the hands-free mode. Li Jiaxin's cold voice spread in the conference room: "Do you need me to bring the legal team with me?"

"Mr. Li, are you questioning my negotiation ability?"

Zhou Qi twirled his pen and drew a lightning symbol on the project plan: "I'll give you a complete plan in three hours. If you can't handle it, I'll go to Hong Kong City and apologize in person."

The moment the call was disconnected, Bai Qinghong suddenly leaned forward and pressed the document: "Using Hong Kong capital to hedge risks? Mr. Zhou, have you forgotten the rubber futures crisis in Southeast Asia last year?"

Zhou Qi pulled out a tablet from his suit pocket and ran his fingertips across the real-time data stream:

"If I can increase the land price on the North Shore by 15% in three days, would the Bai family be willing to re-evaluate the cooperation model?"

He pushed the device to the other side, and the flickering K-line chart on the LCD screen made Bai Qinghong's pupils shrink slightly.

As the green fluorescence of the Nasdaq index enveloped the entire conference room, the financial advisor, who had been silent all along, suddenly knocked over his coffee cup.

The brown liquid spread on the snow-white report, just like everyone's out-of-control facial expressions at this moment.