Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

"The agreement materials must be prepared tonight, and the project plan must be on my desk before nine tomorrow morning."

Zhou Qi pushed open the swivel chair and stood up: "If it delays the development of the North Shore Commercial District..."

He suddenly leaned forward and asked, "Do you think the group will deal with me first, or you first?"

Gao Qingliang's Adam's apple rolled several times, his knuckles turning white from pinching: "I'll arrange the relevant documents right away."

When he turned around, his eyes swept across the fire extinguisher in the corner, and a dangerous thought flashed through his mind but was forced to suppress it.

As the sensor lights in the corridor flickered, Zhou Qi's voice followed: "Don't forget to ask the Ministry of Law to prepare a pre-purchase plan for land replacement. List all idle plots within a five-kilometer radius."

The moment the glass door closed, Gao Qingliang loosened his tie towards the reflection of the fire hydrant.

This madman not only wants to snatch away Dinghua’s core land, but also wants them to pay out of their own pockets to help their opponent hoard land!

With the sound of the door hinge turning, Gao Qingliang slammed the planning proposal on the desk, turned around and strode away.

The sunlight outside the glass curtain wall cast a long shadow on the ground. Du Qianqian looked at the door handle that was still shaking, then turned to look at Zhou Qi who was flipping through the documents:

"You knew that he brought the city government's latest planning proposal and that we could get priority development rights on the North Shore if we paid 30% of the infrastructure costs. Why would you turn down such a sure-win deal?"

Zhou Qi spun the pen between his fingers, emitting a silver glow. "Do you remember when they raised the price temporarily during the land bidding last month?"

Seeing that Du Qianqian was hesitant to speak, he pulled out the capital calculation table from the file:

"On the surface, the profit margin is 40%, but in reality, through the adjustment of the plot ratio and the bundling of supporting facilities, the profit margin has been compressed by at least %."

Du Qianqian suddenly reached out and covered his forehead with her hand: "Don't you have a fever? Dinghua Group has taken the initiative to give up its voice in municipal administration. This kind of opportunity doesn't come around again in a decade!"

The scent of perfume on her fingertips lingered in her nose: "The prince of the Bai family is not easy to deal with, aren't you afraid..."

Zhou Qi smiled and pushed the financial statements in front of her: "Three hours ago, the Provincial Development and Reform Commission approved the project approval of the smart logistics park."

He pointed to the red marked area on the North Shore map and said: "This will be built into the largest multimodal transport hub in central China. Dinghua is not giving in now, but rushing to catch the last train."

In the underground garage of the building, Gao Qingliang held his hot cell phone in his hand and said, "Mr. Bai, Chen is simply using Dinghua as a stepping stone!

He asked us to bear all the costs of bridge construction, but he wanted to allocate 28 high-quality plots along the line to Hualong Teng'ao..."

There was the crisp sound of ice cubes hitting the glass from the other end of the phone.

Bai Qinghong's voice was as cold as ice: "Do as he says."

Without waiting for the other party to respond, he added: "Tell Zhou Qi that the Bai family can give him three engineering corps."

The last sentence before the call was hung up drifted in the car's fragrance: "After all, dead people don't need a construction team."

Gao Qingliang looked up at the Hualong Teng'ao logo and suddenly noticed that behind the bulletproof glass curtain wall of the conference room on the 18th floor, Zhou Qi was raising a coffee cup and greeting him.

At this moment he suddenly remembered the cross-border merger and acquisition case that shocked the industry three years ago - everyone thought that the young man was crazy at that time.

Bai Qinghong stared at the constantly jumping K-line chart, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the rim of the crystal glass.

When he confirmed the account holdings again, his back teeth clenched unconsciously - the two stocks recommended by Zhou Qi were still as motionless as dormant volcanoes.

Each million dollars of trial funds is just a drop in the bucket for the Bai family, but this gamble involving life and death makes the air freeze.

"It looks like I'm going to completely knock you out this time."

He took a sip of Bordeaux red wine, and the cold light from the screen reflected a sharp blue light on his lenses.

The family's exclusive trading team has already given a professional assessment: the two stocks, Shanghai Stock Exchange No. 000025 and Shenzhen Stock Exchange 0.8, will maintain a daily volatility of up to % under the current market conditions.

But two hours have passed since the opening, and the trading volume is still so dull that it makes people sleepy.

At this time at the Hualong Teng'ao headquarters, Zhou Qi was handing the revised planning scheme to Tang Bosi.

The entire office floor was filled with the sound of ringing telephones, and the design team was having a heated discussion around the drawings covering the conference table.

“All plans must be completed within three days.”

His fingertips circulated on his temples, and the sunset light coming through the window gilded his fatigue.

Du Qianqian approached quietly, and with her fingers carrying a faint scent of jasmine, she calmed his tense nerves: "Actually, there's no need to be so anxious. The organization..."

Before he could finish his words, he was covered by a warm palm.

“When the dust settles on the North Shore plot, you’ll understand.”

Zhou Qi closed his eyes and curled up the corners of his mouth. The stock time-sharing chart quietly jumping on the computer screen was reflecting a mysterious time node.

As the closing bell was about to ring, two quiet stocks suddenly saw huge buy orders.

The wine glass in Bai Qinghong's hand suddenly stopped in mid-air, and the originally straight trend line rose vertically as if injected with a stimulant, and the red positive line instantly pierced through all technical resistance levels.

"Your confidence is really innate!"

Du Qianqian gently pushed the file to the inside of the desk, her crystal nails glowing coldly under the fluorescent light: "The closed-door meeting this afternoon is just to convey the internal decision. I have sorted out the process."

She tapped the encrypted folder with her knuckles. "Let me host it. You can rest and gather your strength."

Zhou Qi nodded slightly, his eyes falling on her fingertips as she sorted the documents: "Thank you for your hard work."

As the lingering scent of Chanel No. 5 dissipated at the end of the corridor, the atmosphere in the president's office on the entire floor suddenly became silent.

Lin Xindie's silver cufflinks flickered in the afterglow reflected from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

This special assistant, who existed like a shadow, suddenly stood up, and his slender white fingers silently fell on Zhou Qi's shoulder and neck acupoints. The precise massage technique instantly relaxed the tense trapezius muscles.

The sudden ringing of the satellite phone broke the silence. Zhou Qi caught a glimpse of the code jumping on the encryption screen, and the corners of his lips raised slightly: "Is Mr. Bai going to test our homework?"

Bai Qinghong's voice came through with electromagnetic noise: "Traders can make things happen in the stock market, but I am too short-sighted to understand the moves on the infrastructure chessboard."

The crisp click of a cigar cutter came from the receiver: "The bridge on the north bank, the land on the south bank, this game of chess must have an explanation."

"It seems that Assistant Chief Gao's telescope is not focused properly."

Zhou Qi walked to the French window, tapping the tempered glass unconsciously with his fingertips:

"There are three accounts hidden in the project proposal for the cross-river bridge: the municipal government wants political achievements, the Hong Kong and City consortium wants vested interests, and what we want is..."

He suddenly turned around, his eyes burning as if to penetrate the screen: "Time difference."

The sound of a pen scratching paper could be heard from the other end of the phone as Zhou Qi continued to outline his strategic blueprint: "The North Bank will leverage its valuation through infrastructure, while the South Bank will use a buffer period to absorb resistance.

The Linqiao land exchange agreement is a balancing act, which not only allows Gangcheng to see the sweetness, but also helps Dinghua to obtain…”

He suddenly lowered his voice and said, "The golden 48-month development window."

"interesting."

Bai Qinghong's voice was filled with the excitement of meeting a worthy opponent: "What about the trick of building a city on the wasteland?"