Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

Lin Xindie's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her nails dug deeply into her palms.

Zhou Qi raised his foot and rolled over the broken glass. The crisp rolling sound made Gao Qingliang tremble all over.

"I'll give you thirty seconds to prove your worth."

Zhou Qi swirled the newly poured whiskey, and the amber liquid drew a dangerous arc on the wall of the glass.

"I can be a buffer zone between you and the Bai family!"

Gao Qingliang spoke quickly: "Fourth Uncle Bai Qinghong secretly controls thirty-seven shell companies. More than 4.8% of the million projects operated by Dinghua actually flowed into the black gold market!"

Seeing Zhou Qi's eyebrows move slightly, he hurriedly added: "The second generation of the Bai family is reshuffling power. On the surface, Bai Qinghong and his son are promoting the transformation of the company, but in fact, the fourth uncle's faction controls the underground capital chain.

Without me as a living chess piece, they would soon start to attack your new energy project."

Zhou Qi suddenly put the bottom of the cold cup against the other person's temple: "Explain the source of the gun, don't use Bai Qinghong as a cover."

Gao Qingliang's Adam's apple rolled, and cold sweat slid down his neck into his collar:

"Yes... it was provided by the secret agent that Fourth Uncle had planted in the Economic Investigation Brigade. They were going to fabricate evidence that your company was involved in organized crime."

The lights in the interrogation room were dim, Gao Qingliang's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead:

"It was the information that Fourth Master Bai's men sold to me. Now the Fourth Uncle of the Bai family has already figured out your background, even the fact that you were working with Young Master Hongtian..."

He swallowed hard and continued:

"But he is also wary of your connections with the Hong Kong City circle, so he lets me be a puppet and wants to secretly control you."

Zhou Qi was playing with the purple clay teacup, and the information provided by Jiang Jun flashed through his mind.

The two brothers of the Bai family were rooted in different factions. Bai Qinghong took the right path as a businessman, while his younger brother Bai Hongjun relied entirely on the support of his fourth uncle during his lifetime.

Even though he is dead now, the fourth uncle is still stirring up trouble in secret, fearing that he will lose power after the Bai family is completely cleansed.

"The fake account book trick is new."

Zhou Qi tapped the table with his knuckles. The Bai family's bleaching project involved many companies. Since they were able to plant spies in Dinghua, it was possible that other industries had already been infiltrated like a sieve.

Gao Qingliang suddenly took two steps on his knees: "I can use the excuse that the timing was not right for this failure! Fourth Uncle will never dare to touch you now. Before the benefits of the project are divided, he is more afraid than anyone else to alarm Hongtian and his son!"

Seeing Zhou Qi was indifferent, he said in a trembling voice: "Now my life is in your hands. If I tell the Bai family, I will die. If I am silenced by my fourth uncle, I will also die. From now on, I will never go west if you point the way east!"

The air froze for a few breaths, and Zhou Qi suddenly stood up and straightened his suit: "It's three o'clock in the morning."

As he turned and walked toward the secret door, he added, "Remember to restore the surveillance in the corridor."

Gao Qingliang slumped on the carpet until he heard the elevator running. He came to his senses and ran after it, "Boss Zhou! You... are going to let me go now?"

The moment the elevator door slowly closed, he caught a glimpse of the subtle curve at the corners of Zhou Qi's lips.

The feeling of weightlessness as the metal car descended was more suffocating than his heart that was hanging in the air.

Zhou Qi casually turned the pen, and the metal pen cap made a regular sound on the sandalwood table: "Do you need me to repeat it?"

Gao Qingliang rested his forehead against the carpet, his cold sweat spreading dark stains on the camel-colored carpet: "I understand, I understand!"

My throat was so dry that it hurt: "It's just that my parents are old..."

"If you do your part, they will naturally enjoy their old age."

The pen suddenly stopped, and Zhou Qi used the tip of the pen to lift the other person's chin: "The door is over there."

As Gao Qingliang staggered to his feet, he knocked over a carved coat rack, and the metal hooks made a harsh sound as they dragged on the ground.

He didn't bother to straighten the wrinkles of his suit, and his tie dropped to the ground when he bowed 90 degrees: "Thank you, Mr. Zhou, for your kindness! I will..."

"Wait." The tip of Zhou Qi's leather shoes lightly tapped a shadow.

Gao Qingliang was as stiff as a puppet, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a silver instrument hidden under the Persian carpet.

He almost lunged forward to stuff the gun into the briefcase, fastening the metal buckle three times before tightening it, and then backed toward the mahogany double doors.

When the panting sound disappeared at the end of the corridor, Lin Xindie came out from behind the dark patterned curtains and brushed the dust on the windowsill with her fingertips: "The bloodline of a betrayer will be inherited."

"So we need to prepare a tastier bait for him."

Zhou Qi pushed open the carved glass window, and the scent of May locust flowers mixed with car exhaust poured in: "What's your sister's household registration information?"

The glass fragments reflected a rainbow in Lin Xindie's palm. She suddenly loosened her fingers, and the sharp-edged fragments fell in the sunlight: "Songhong Town, Lancheng, Sangbai Village Group 7."

The pen rustled on the note paper, and Zhou Qi folded the note into a paper crane: "I know a few foundations that do charity work to find relatives."

Lin Xindie stood with her back to the sun, her eyelashes casting a heart-shaped shadow on her cheek.

After a long time, a drop of water penetrated the wings of the paper crane and left a dark dot on the solid wood floor.

Under the dim red light, Lin Xindie wiped the broken pieces of the spilled wine glass, her fingertips trembling slightly: "Actually, you should have let me disappear."

Her falling hair hid the tears in the corners of her eyes: "It's not too late to take action now."

Zhou Qi stared at the neon lights outside the window. His stern face was reflected in the glass: "Using women as pawns to save your life?"

He suddenly turned around, his figure in a suit and leather shoes looming over the thin woman: "Then what's the difference between me and those scums of Gao Qingliang?"

When the blue light of the mobile phone lit up on the desktop, Lin Xindie had just put the painkiller into her mouth.

She heard the man speaking "North New Territories Reclamation Project" in Cantonese, his slender fingers drawing sharp creases on the engineering drawings.

When he mentioned "joint investment from the three major families in Hong Kong", his voice suddenly lowered:

"Uncle Zheng, I want more than just the land in Guangdong Province."

The sound of a cigar being extinguished came from the other end of the phone. Lao Zheng stared at the night view of Victoria Harbor and suddenly laughed out loud:

"You are so brave, young man! With the Li family's container terminal and Bao's shipping, are you going to build another deep-water port?"

Zhou Qi tapped the steel quotation with his fingertips, his eyes swept over the figure curled up on the sofa: "I'll ask my assistant to send the 3D modeling drawing at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning. But..."

He paused for two seconds deliberately: "I heard that the fourth uncle of the Bai family is checking HSBC's transfer records recently?"

Old Zheng sat up straight abruptly, and his gold-rimmed glasses slipped off his nose.

He thought of the money that was deposited into the Cayman Islands last month. His Adam's apple rolled as he grabbed the pen and said, "The project book will be sent over tonight! As for Bai Lao Si, I'll ask A Kun to bring a few lawyers over."

When hanging up the phone, Zhou Qi caught a glimpse of Lin Xindie putting the bottle of sleeping pills back into the medicine box.

He loosened his tie and walked towards the wine cabinet. The crisp sound of crystal glasses colliding made the woman's shoulders shudder: "82 Latour with painkillers, Miss Lin's taste is really special."

After putting down his phone, Chen Chuan thought for a moment, then dialed a number in his address book that he had never contacted before.

Xiang Huaqiang's slightly surprised voice came from the other end of the phone. The leader of the Sun Yee On obviously did not expect to receive a call from this upstart from the mainland.

The last time the two met was at a charity auction, when Zhou Qi had just completed the acquisition of Huan Asia Entertainment.