Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

The essence of this game is that Zhou Qi cleverly laid a tight net, turning all parties into hunters waiting for an opportunity.

The Bai family, a business giant, was trapped around the bait called the "North Shore Project".

Faced with a cake worth tens of billions, the Bai family is absolutely unwilling to give up their vested interests, and the loss of each project is like a heart-wrenching pain.

The key lies in the decision of the leader Bai Qinghong.

If we forcefully retain all projects for independent development, it would be tantamount to a head-on confrontation with the four major financial tycoons in Hong Kong;

If they seek cooperative development, it would violate the rules of the game set by Zhou Qi.

This business veteran has actually been caught in a dilemma for a long time.

What is even more fatal is the special attributes of the North Shore Project - as a provincial key project, its construction progress affects the interests of multiple parties.

As long as there is a delay in the construction period, not only will the partners make trouble, but the organization’s regulatory authorities will also intervene to hold accountable.

For the Bai family, who had always been hiding behind the Dinghua Group, this was tantamount to public execution.

Zhou Qi's carefully designed chain of events has taken shape:

In order to avoid being trapped, unless the Bai family makes a drastic decision to give up its investment in North Shore, it can only continue to inject funds to keep the project running.

As huge amounts of cash flow continue to be injected, the undercurrent of factional struggle within the Bai family will inevitably erupt.

During the layout and closing phase, Zhou Qi made a series of key calls.

For Yang Shuo, who is keen on capital operation, he proposed the profit model of "joint investment by the four major families";

Li Zhaoji, who intends to expand his hotel business, has obtained an entry ticket to the mainland market.

In just two hours, multiple forces had formed a siege.

It was almost late at night when Zhou Qi finished his official business, and the conversation between him and his wife Lin Ruixue was full of warmth and homeliness.

As he listened to his daughter Nuonuo telling stories about interesting things happening in school, the sharpness in his expression was gradually replaced by tenderness.

After hanging up the phone, the lit cigarette flickered between his fingers, and the curling green smoke reflected the rare tired look of a business war operator.

When Zhou Qi's cigarette was about to burn out, he realized that the suite was too quiet.

The crystal chandelier cast fragmented light and shadows on the ground, and the traces of the spilled red wine had already been wiped away by the intelligent cleaning system.

He said "wait a moment" to the phone that had not yet been hung up, and glanced across the empty living room.

Outside the presidential suite's 270-degree panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, the night sky of Victoria Harbour is flowing with golden fragments.

When no one answered his third call, Zhou Qi put out his cigarette and his leather shoes stepped on the Persian carpet with an imperceptible urgency.

The moment I opened the side bedroom door, the moist scent of vetiver hit me in the face.

The frosted glass of the bathroom was covered with mist, vaguely outlining the silhouette of a girl sitting curled up with her knees hugged.

The black silk dress that Lin Xindie took off was like a wounded night butterfly, lying quietly on the Italian handmade bedding.

"Do you need help?" He knocked on the water-beaded glass door with his knuckles.

"It's okay, really..." The breathy response mixed in with the sound of splashing water, like crushed moonlight.

In the flickering blue light of the LCD screen in the master bedroom, Zhou Qi caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror as he untied his tie.

The moment the hot water washed over his shoulder blade muscles, he suddenly remembered the snow-white neck that was as taut as a bowstring when Lin Xindie poured the red wine glass at the harasser at the auction three hours ago.

When the bathroom door made a slight noise again, the figure leaning against the bay window made Zhou Qi pause in wiping his hair.

The hem of the bath towel that Lin Xindie was wrapped in only reached her legs, and her long, wet hair left water marks on the silk sheets.

She lowered her eyes and stared at her red fingertips, which had repeatedly stroked a sapphire-studded tie clip in the steamy bathtub.

"Mr. Zhou..."

When the girl raised her eyes, her eyelashes were still stained with moisture: "Can I borrow a shirt?"

At three o'clock in the morning, when Zhou Qi was reading documents in the study, he heard the slight sound of cloth tearing coming from the master bedroom.

The moonlight shines through the gauze curtain, illuminating the silver light in the gap of the wardrobe door that was not closed tightly, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

That was the miniature voice recorder that Lin Xindie had hidden in her designer handbag, and it was now running continuously under her silk nightgown.

The pure figure like a lotus emerging from clear water stands in the moonlight, without any makeup on, yet her charm is more than a thousand kinds of beauties.

Zhou Qi's action of wiping his wet hair suddenly stopped, and the snow-white towel was wrinkled between his knuckles.

Lin Xindie stood up from the edge of the bed, the hem of her silk nightgown rippled with her steps.

She looked up and looked into his eyes: "Are you willing to truly accept me?"

"Go back to your room and rest." Zhou Qi turned around and avoided his sight, his Adam's apple rolling slightly.

The girl's fingertips that were holding onto his sleeve turned pale: "If the Bai family finds out that you didn't touch me..."

"They won't know." Zhou Qi pulled off the towel from around his neck, and the sandalwood mixed with water vapor lingered between the two of them.

The jade-carved wrist bone suddenly clasped his arm: "I volunteer."

"The promise to find my sister still stands."

Zhou Qi stared at the night outside the window, his voice trembling slightly: "This shouldn't be a deal."

"If Gao Qingliang threatens me..."

"He didn't dare."

"What if something happens?"

"Absolutely impossible!"

The air suddenly solidified.

Lin Xindie lowered her head and stared at the fragments of moonlight on the carpet. Her voice was as soft as a withered butterfly wing: "But, I am attracted to you."

Zhou Qi's pupils suddenly contracted.

"When you bandaged my wounds at the mall, those dirty memories suddenly disappeared."

She touched her collarbone that had been branded. "When I drank that glass of wine just now, I finally tasted sweetness instead of fear. It turns out that the feeling of being cherished..."

The voice stopped abruptly. The moonlight poured down on her suddenly exposed shoulders, and the bath towel fell to the ground like a shed cicada wing.

The girl's frail body trembled in the evening breeze: "I washed it seven times, if you mind..."

Zhou Qi suddenly pulled the velvet curtain and wrapped her in it. The dark fabric made the person in his arms look even paler.

He held up the tear-stained face and said, "I want you to promise three things."

"Never belittle yourself again, always remember that you are brighter than the moonlight."

He wiped the tears from her eyes with his thumb: "When the dust settles, I want to see you bloom for me."

Lin Xindie clenched the edge of the curtain, tears falling into the lines of his palms that had not yet dried: "Do you really think I'm clean?"

"You are flawless."

Zhou Qi turned the man towards the door and said, "Now, go and save your tears for tomorrow's sunrise."

Zhou Qi nodded slightly and responded, "Of course."

Lin Xindie continued, "Do you think that this behavior is a debt and unfair to me?"

Zhou Qi nodded again and simply replied, "Yes."

After a moment of contemplation, Lin Xindie asked, "If I did something to you, would you be angry?"

"What did you do to me?" Zhou Qi was wondering when Lin Xindie suddenly raised her head and looked at him straight.

She slowly stretched out a hand, gently placed it on Zhou Qi's strong chest, and then slowly slid it towards the bath towel wrapped around his waist.

Feeling Lin Xindie's movements, Zhou Qi reacted quickly and grabbed her wrist.

However, before he could make any move or speak, Lin Xindie's hand that was originally against him suddenly changed, with her five fingers bent, firmly clasping his lower right ribs and applying slight force.