Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

In the corridor filled with disinfectant, Liang Ranran's stepmother's diamond nails tapped on the marble windowsill:

"According to the marriage law, even if we divorce now, I must have half of the common property. If your father can't make it..."

She deliberately dragged out the last word and glanced at Liang Ranran who was trembling all over.

Hatred welled up in the girl's red eyes, and her trembling fingertips almost poked the other person's nose: "Get out of the door of my dad's ward immediately!"

"It is only natural for a legal spouse to accompany the child."

The stepmother folded her arms and sneered, her diamond-studded Chanel earrings gleaming with a dazzling cold light: "Want me to vacate my position? Ask your father to bring 30 million resettlement fees to negotiate."

Zhou Qi, who had been watching for a long time, frowned.

At the end of the corridor, several high-ranking managers from Shanyi Heavy Industry were pretending to sort out medical records. The sharp voice of the middle-aged lady caused waves of echoes in the ICU area.

Who could have thought that the business legend Liang Tingshan would fall into the hands of such a materialistic woman.

The special assistant in a suit came in holding a vibrating phone and reported in a low voice: "Sanmu Capital has surrounded the headquarters with people and demanded that the default payment be paid today."

He looked at Liang Ranran in embarrassment: "The other party threatened to seal up the core assets."

The stepmother suddenly laughed out loud and slammed her crocodile leather handbag on the waiting chair. "Don't think about the cash in the account. It's all our marital property. Do you want to save the company?"

She looked at her stepdaughter's slender figure maliciously: "Prince Wang asked me last month why I suddenly dropped out of school. If you go and beg him now, maybe..."

"enough!"

Liang Ranran grabbed the bottle of disinfectant and smashed it against the wall. The flying glass shards caused the alarm at the nurses' station to sound.

The girl's thin back was straightened, and her nails dug deep into her palms. "Prepare the car. I'm going to meet those jackals."

The incandescent lights in the intensive care unit make people dizzy.

Liang Ranran's knuckles were clenched white, and her nails dug deep into her palms to barely suppress the sobs in her throat: "Do you have to say this in front of the patient?"

The middle-aged woman's fingers, painted with rose-red nail polish, slid across the edge of the bed and glanced at Zhou Qi in the corner:

"Isn't this a ready-made savior? The young man who drove the Bentley here, any pocket money he could get from his fingers is enough to fill our hole."

She suddenly leaned close to Liang Ranran's ear, and the smell of cheap perfume mixed with disinfectant rushed straight into her nose: "While you are still young and fresh, you should ask for help when you need it."

The air suddenly became stagnant.

Liang Ranran just raised her right arm half an inch and was wrapped in a warm palm. Zhou Qi's suit sleeve brushed across her hot wrist: "Aunt, the intensive care unit charges 47 yuan per minute."

He glanced at the monitor flashing on the bedside: "Are you sure you want to discuss equity pledge here?"

The woman was pinned to the spot by the calm gaze of the young man. The gaze that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts made her neck feel cold, as if she was pushed onto an operating table under a shadowless lamp, and all her calculations were exposed.

"Why are you pretending to be so noble!"

She hastily grabbed the crocodile leather handbag, and the metal buckle hit the iron bed frame with a crisp sound: "If I hadn't..."

"Financial Director, right?"

The lawyer, who had remained silent all this time, suddenly showed his tablet and said, "Here are the two overseas remittance receipts you withdrew from the company account last month."

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and added, "By the way, the police are checking the surveillance footage to see if Mr. Liang's hypoglycemia and coma are related to an overdose of sleeping pills."

Liang Ranran turned her head suddenly and saw the transparent liquid dripping regularly from her father's infusion tube reflecting the cold light.

The door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, and a master in work clothes rushed in clutching a safety helmet: "Miss, the masters in workshop No. 3 have collected emergency funds..."

His clenched fists were shaking slightly at his sides, and the young man kept his back to the ward without looking back.

Silence stretched for a long time in the smell of disinfectant, and finally he strode across the corridor.

In the parking lot at dusk, Liang Ranran's thin figure walked in front. Occasionally, she raised her hand to wipe her cheek, revealing that she was sobbing silently.

The girl suddenly stopped and turned around, her red eyes and forced smile formed a sharp contrast:

"The attending physician said that my father will be in a coma for at least 72 hours. As for the company... we may have to deal with a few difficult shareholders."

She lowered her head and stared at her white fingertips. "Wait until father is out of danger, and then you can discuss the details of the cooperation. Can you stay for a few more days?"

Zhou Qi's eyes swept across her bloodshot eyes, and he suddenly reached out to take the car keys: "Do you want to go to the Finance Department or the Board of Directors first?"

He turned around and signaled his assistant to start the car. Through the rearview mirror, he could see the lawyer in a suit getting into the black Mercedes behind him.

In the speeding car, Liang Ranran looked at the neon lights outside the window and suddenly said, "The one in the ward just now was the person my father remarried three years ago."

She mechanically turned the platinum ring on her ring finger: "This set of jade jewelry was a birthday gift she received just last week."

Zhou Qi did not respond, but listened to the suppressed sobs continuing to flow in his ears:

“From suburban villas to trust funds, now even the ownership of the group’s headquarters building has been transferred to her name.

The last document her father signed before he fell into a coma was to appoint her brother as financial director.”

When the car navigation system prompted them to arrive at their destination, Liang Ranran quickly wiped away her tears.

In the cold light reflected by the glass curtain wall, her straight back reminded Zhou Qi of the business newcomer who had debated with many scholars at the bidding meeting half a year ago.

Zhou Qi noticed something was wrong: "Didn't your father notice it before?"

Liang Ranran clutched the corner of her clothes: "In fact, there have been clues for a long time..."

"So you were playing a self-torture trick in the conference room just now?" Zhou Qi seemed to be thinking about something.

The girl bit her lower lip and nodded. "I turned a blind eye to it before for the sake of my dignity, but today I'm exposing her true colors in front of the shareholders. It's time to put an end to it."

"Who are you showing your red eyes to now?"

Zhou Qi handed over a tissue. Liang Ranran's nose turned red: "I just feel sorry for my father. He has spoiled this woman with all his heart for several years, but in the end..."

Standing in front of the French window, Liang Ranran looked at the cluster of semi-finished machines in the factory.

Those steel behemoths should have been the testimony of my father's life's work, but now they have become trapped beasts in the scrap yard due to the shackles of technical patents.

The cold wind of early spring blew up the corners of her beige windbreaker, and also blew away the stubbornness she had just shown in front of others.

Deep in the Beijing suburbs industrial park, the Shanyi Heavy Industry factory area covering an area of ​​100 acres is like a dormant steel behemoth.

The faded words "Red Star Machinery Factory" still remain on the mottled exterior wall of the old factory building, forming a strange time gap with the brand new automated workshop next to it.

Several orange-yellow gantry cranes were suspended silently in the air. The unopened German precision instruments were wrapped in dust-proof films, and a thin layer of dust accumulated in the open-air cargo yard.

The newly launched five-axis CNC machine tools are neatly lined up, and their cold and hard metal shells glow with a faint blue luster in the setting sun.

These precision devices, which embody the country's top technology, have become metal sculptures that cannot be powered because their core algorithms have been blocked from patent licensing by Western giants.

The news from the R&D department was suffocating. If the dynamic compensation system could not be cracked before the end of the month, all orders worth 300 million would be invalidated.