Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

Zhou Qi operated his mobile phone as if he was hearing nothing, his fingertips drawing a neat selling trajectory on the screen.

With the notification sound of the transaction being completed, the account balance jumped by a full thirty thousand. He glanced at his watch: "Forty minutes of capital game."

Bai Qinghong pulled his eyes away from the financial news: "Isn't it too early to close the position now? The MACD indicator is still in the upward channel."

"We'll know the result in three minutes." Zhou Qi placed the phone upside down on the coffee table.

Before he finished speaking, the K-line on the LCD screen suddenly took a sharp turn downward, leaving a steep green column on the time-sharing chart.

Gao Qingliang almost dropped the cigar in his hand: "This... this does not conform to market rules!"

"So Mr. Gao paid an eight-figure tuition fee in the futures market last year."

Zhou Qi turned the celadon teacup and said, "The trading rights given to me by the Hong Kong Stock Exchange are based on a 92% winning rate."

Bai Qinghong stared at the still diving board, and his knuckles unconsciously tapped the leather armrest.

A 30% return rate on 200,000 yuan of trial capital, if the principal is 200 million yuan... this math problem made his temples throb.

"What do you want to prove by showing off your skills, Mr. Zhou?"

Bai Qinghong suddenly clapped his hands and chuckled: "We can obviously be more honest."

"When a shotgun is pointed at the back of the head, any smart person will choose to open the safe."

Zhou Qi met the other party's scrutinizing gaze: "What the Bai family wants is not a puppet, but a trader who can create excess returns, right?"

Bai Qinghong played with the gilded lighter, the flame flickering in his pupils: "Tell me your price."

"I want 33% of Huasheng Capital's decision-making power."

Zhou Qi pushed open the French window, and the neon lights of Lujiazui turned into a waterfall of light behind him: "And an absolutely clean offshore account."

Zhou Qi gently placed the bone china cup on the tea table: "Mr. Bai should be clear about my position. I am responsible for the group's open business and never get involved in secret affairs. Except for a few heads of the family, the outside world should not know of my existence."

Bai Qinghong played with the jade ring and suddenly sneered, "Go on."

“My value lies in building a wealth pipeline.”

Zhou Qi swiped his fingerprints on the encrypted file: "If I find a high-quality project, I will report it directly to you. When you need it, I will integrate resources and provide a feasible solution."

This is equivalent to completely transferring decision-making power to the other party.

Bai Qinghong's eyes flashed with brilliance: "Ask a price?"

"Mr. Bai's vision determines my value."

Zhou Qi tapped the financial report data on the table: "The degree of resource inclination is proportional to the execution efficiency."

A sudden laugh echoed in the air.

This unlimited greed actually made Bai Qinghong feel at ease - chess pieces with desires are easier to control.

"interesting."

Bai Qinghong suddenly leaned forward: "Do you know what I admire most about you? You know how to turn ambition into humility."

"It is my honor to be Bai Shao's strategic partner."

"strategic partners?"

Bai Qinghong grabbed the cigar tongs and asked, "Do you think we are qualified to have an equal dialogue?"

"A simple employment relationship is boring."

Zhou Qi pushed open the French window, and the lights of the port city flowed through the glass curtain wall: "Mutual benefit and symbiosis are the long-term solution."

Bai Qinghong suddenly threw the cigar at the monitoring screen: "Friends should help each other, right?"

The secret guard responded and walked towards Gao Qingliang who was slumped in the corner.

"Mr. Bai! I've been in Southeast Asia for you..." The pleading for mercy stopped abruptly.

Zhou Qi stared at the afterimage of the falling building projected on the glass, and realized that this was a carefully designed deterrent.

When the Bai family began to use violence to maintain their authority, it showed that cracks had appeared in their layout in Hong Kong City - this was exactly the opportunity he had been waiting for.

The reason why Bai Qinghong chose Zhou Qi was because of his special talents in financial operations.

Due to the checks and balances from Hong Kong City, Bai Qinghong is temporarily unable to take extreme measures. Instead, he uses the dual strategies of interest bundling and psychological deterrence to keep the young trader firmly under his control.

When the thugs were about to kill Gao Qingliang, Zhou Qi suddenly raised his hand and said, "Wait a minute!"

Bai Qinghong held the cigar in his mouth with a slight smile, his playful eyes looming in the smoke: "Why? Didn't you think he was an eyesore just now?"

The sparks between his fingers flickered with the rhythm of his words: "The person who makes me unhappy..."

“The development of the North Shore New District requires professional operators.”

Zhou Qi interrupted him directly, tapping the plan on the coffee table with his fingertips: "Mr. Gao knows Dinghua Real Estate's details very well. The resettlement housing project that the province will launch next month..."

Before he finished speaking, Bai Qinghong suddenly leaned forward and asked, "What's the specific timetable?"

"The city government's official document will be made public next week."

Zhou Qi calmly met the other party's scrutinizing gaze: "You also saw Mr. Gao's performance at the press conference during the last old city renovation."

This flawless answer made Bai Qinghong chuckle from his nose, and when he turned around, the hem of his windbreaker drew a sharp arc in the air.

Gao Qingliang, who was slumped on the ground, had cold sweat soaking his shirt, and the trembling of surviving the disaster spread from his fingertips to his entire body.

Bai Qinghong casually glanced at the surveillance screen in the corner and suddenly threw out a gold-stamped business card: "Along will be at your disposal from now on."

Zhou Qi glanced at the burly man with tattoos extending to his neck, and pushed the business card back with his fingertips: "What I need is an assistant who can go in and out of the exchange."

Bai Qinghong burst into laughter upon hearing this, and the ashes of his cigar fell onto the Persian carpet.

When the financial analyst in a Chanel suit pushed the door open, the candlestick chart on the LCD screen was flickering with a strange green light.

"I heard that you predicted that Dingfeng Industrial would rise against the trend?" Bai Qinghong called up the trading interface with interest.

Zhou Qi adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and said, "If Mr. Bai wants to test the waters, I suggest keeping the amount within seven figures."

The surveillance camera captured this scene accurately, and the night sky of Victoria Harbour outside the window was swallowing up the last ray of daylight.

"The stock market may be volatile recently. If you are interested, I can try to trade for you..."

Bai Qinghong glanced at the LCD screen nonchalantly, his eyes lingering for a moment on the K-line charts of the two technology stocks that Gao Qingliang strongly recommended. The red and green intertwined curves were rising steadily along the moving average.

"Your confidence is quite interesting."

Bai Qinghong turned the jade ring, and before he finished speaking, the carved bronze door of the reception room opened again.

The black-clad attendant who had left earlier led a young woman towards them. As she walked through the halo of the crystal chandelier, Zhou Qi's fingers holding the teacup tightened slightly.

The visitor had long black hair cascading down her shoulders, her moon-white cheongsam outlining her graceful figure, and her eyebrows and eyes resembled a landscape painting done in fine brushwork.

The most eye-catching thing is the eyes. The amber pupils reflect the twilight coming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, like a Ru kiln porcelain cup filled with half a cup of tea.

Such a pure and refined temperament is out of tune with the flashy golden nanmu decorations around it, but rather like a gardenia in the morning dew that has accidentally entered a place of debauchery.

Bai Qinghong caught Zhou Qi's momentary distraction and tapped the rosewood table with his knuckles: "Lin Xindie, she will be responsible for your security from now on."

The woman bowed slightly when she heard that, her drooping eyelashes casting a faint shadow on her eyelids, always maintaining just the right amount of distance.