Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

"Qingliang, that kid actually predicted this crash."

Young Master Bai played with the jade Pixiu and said, "Do you think we should praise him for his great foresight, or should we investigate the traitor?"

"Absolute...absolute strength!"

Gao Qingliang rested his forehead on the carpet and said, "I have personally seen the transaction records. Zhou Qi did clear out his positions three hours in advance."

A sinister laugh echoed in the suite. Bai Qinghong raised his foot and crushed the trembling back of his subordinate's hand: "You have learned your lesson. What reward do you want?"

"Young Master, please have mercy on me! I only want to make amends for my mistakes..."

"No wonder Zhou Qi looks down on you."

Bai Qinghong kicked the crawling man away and winked at the dark: "Bring those two losers over here. I want to see how much value is left in these cowards who were frightened by women."

When the electronic lock opened, the antique clock in the corner struck twice.

Lin Xindie pulled her loose bathrobe tightly around her body, and steam escaped from the half-open door.

The waiter glanced at the dark red mottled sheets in the bedroom, and when he was about to speak, the frosted glass door of the bathroom suddenly opened.

The water droplets on Zhou Qi's wet hair falling on his forehead reflected the ceiling light, and the moment his eyes met the visitor's, the air suddenly became tense.

"Mr. Bai invites you."

The waiter turned his back and retreated to the corridor before he finished speaking. The bronze door lock closed with a dull sound behind him.

The crystal chandelier cast a warm yellow glow, and Zhou Qi suddenly put his arms around Lin Xindie's waist, lifting her up into the air and pressing her against the wall.

Amid the rustling sound of the bath towel sliding onto the carpet, the girl's frightened eyes reflected the corners of the man's lips that seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Can you act?"

When the heavy wooden door completely blocked the outside world from prying eyes, Lin Xindie heard a warm breath in her ear: "Scream."

She looked at Zhou Qi's slender fingers as he calmly tied the bath towel back on, and suddenly realized something, a broken sob escaping from her throat.

"Mr. Zhou is in a good mood."

Bai Qinghong leaned lazily on the luxurious velvet couch, his fingertips sliding across the dark red teeth marks on Lin Xindie's collarbone.

When he lifted the girl's skirt to reveal the purple bruises, the pupils behind the lenses suddenly contracted: "The rough jade that I polished with my own hands has been carved into a unique charm by you."

Zhou Qi was playing with his lighter nonchalantly, the flame casting a shadow on his angular face: "Before giving up, Mr. Bai, should we take out the monitoring chip?"

Before she finished her words, the diamond necklace around Lin Xindie's neck fell to the ground, and a tiny red light flickered on the Persian carpet.

Bai Qinghong stared at the K-line chart jumping on the screen and tapped the coffee table with his knuckles: "Boss Zhou's trading method is indeed refreshing to me. But..."

He twirled the cigar cutter and said, "If you want me to entrust my life to you, you have to show more sincerity."

"Master Bai, are you testing my resolve?"

Zhou Qi smiled and unbuttoned his collar, then suddenly turned to look at the cheongsam woman who had been standing quietly in the corner: "Miss Lin, are you willing to go with me to Guanyun Pavilion? I heard that the night fog there is the most suitable for beauties."

Lin Xindie's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes swept across the steaming teacup on the coffee table.

Bai Qinghong suddenly laughed out loud and pushed the celadon cup in front of her: "Since President Zhou has asked, go prepare some clothes to change into."

When he turned around, his eyes suddenly became sharp: "Remember, Mr. Zhou is your god now."

When her slender waist brushed against the leather sofa, Zhou Qi's palm pressed hard on her waist.

As the door clicked shut, he stroked the remaining silk on his fingertips and sighed, "No wonder they say that Young Master Bai has hidden a rare treasure. This warm and soft jade is much hotter than the stock market figures."

Bai Qinghong lowered his eyes to hide the gleam in his eyes, and a faint scent of agarwood wafted past his nose.

He slowly pulled out a gilded black card: "Mr. Zhou, do you know how many doors this card can open?"

He tapped the card between his two fingers on the table, saying, "I only give it to true partners."

"Then wish us well..." Zhou Qi's fingertips had just touched the card when the other party suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Bai Qinghong leaned forward and whispered: "A beauty and a hero are a good match, but if the operation of the day after tomorrow is delayed..."

When he let go of her hand, his smile deepened: "Mr. Zhou is a smart man."

When the reception room returned to silence, Bai Qinghong dialed the encrypted hotline: "Father, the catfish has been put into the fish pond."

He looked at the convoy going away in the surveillance video: "Although the means are outrageous, the data on the disk cannot be faked. The result will be revealed at 9:30 tomorrow morning."

The crisp sound of chess pieces hitting the chessboard came from the receiver: "Remember, the sharper the knife, the easier it is to backfire. The plan of turning white cannot afford any mistakes."

Bai Qinghong opened the safe and took out the sealed file: "Don't worry, all the data links he came into contact with were embedded with positioning programs. Lin Xindie also carried a nano-level recording device."

When Bai Qinghong put down his phone, the warmth of the microphone still remained in his palm.

The stock market curve on the LCD screen was reflected in his glasses, refracting a dim light spot: "Zhou Qi, don't let me make the wrong bet on this move."

The phone call three hours ago is still ringing in my ears.

"The group's veterans have been making too many moves recently."

My father's hoarse voice was filled with the noise of electricity: "I need you at the shareholders' meeting next quarter..."

Bai Qinghong turned the leather chair and looked towards the floor-to-ceiling window. The wind from the 28th floor was whistling against the glass.

He suddenly remembered the time when his father took him on a roller coaster when he was five years old. He felt the same feeling of weightlessness when the seat belt was buckled.

"The secret accounts of the building materials channel have been cleaned up. I want to see the complete plan for the North Shore project before ten o'clock tomorrow morning."

Zhou Qi slowly wiped his fingers with a tissue, and the palm print that had just been slapped on Gao Qingliang's face was gradually appearing.

Lin Xindie noticed that in the rearview mirror of the taxi, Gao Qingliang was still standing like a sculpture in front of the Qingnan Pavilion.

The neon lights stretched his shadow very long, like a dead branch cut off on the asphalt road.

"Do you think Mr. Bai really believes in your Yin-Yang contract?"

Zhou Qi suddenly leaned forward, and the leather seat made a harsh friction sound: "Who did you meet at the Hyatt Hotel on the 22nd of last month?"

Gao Qingliang's pupils suddenly shrank and his Adam's apple slid with difficulty.

The lights flashing outside the car window cast light and dark shadows on Zhou Qi's profile, just like the angel of judgment reflected in the stained glass of a medieval church.

When the taxi turned into the tunnel, Zhou Qi took out his vibrating cell phone.

Bai Qinghong's message floated on the lock screen: "Tomorrow morning at 10 o'clock, the top floor of Dinghua."

Lin Xindie's eyes wandered over Zhou Qi's face, her eyelashes casting tiny shadows under her eyes.

Zhou Qi twisted his burning knuckles, his voice hoarse with tobacco: "Those two slaps, one was a warning, the other was a step."

He tapped the car window lightly with his fingertips, and the neon light flickered on his face: "A smart person should know where to go at this time."

Lin Xindie lowered her eyes and looked at the canvas bag on her lap. The worn metal buckle reflected spots of rust.

Eight years have washed the indigo blue into grayish white. The empty bag sticks to my thighs like a dead leaf that may float away at any time.

"Master, let's go to Tongrentang first." Zhou Qi suddenly spoke.

The taxi turned three blocks and stopped in front of a shopping mall with a glass curtain wall.