Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

Liang Ranran was about to speak when her father's steady voice suddenly came from the office:

"Thank you all for coming and guiding us. Refreshments are prepared in the conference room. We will formally hold a debt restructuring briefing."

Liang Ranran turned around and saw her father standing on the spiral staircase in a neat suit, followed by four economic investigation police officers holding law enforcement recorders.

"Mr. Liang is still young and needs to be trained in business etiquette. Mr. Liu, please bear with me!"

Financial Director Zhang Minghui tried to smooth things over, looking around the meeting room: "It's a rare opportunity for us to get together today, so it's a good opportunity to exchange experiences in corporate cooperation."

"Ms. Liang seems to have a misunderstanding of business networking."

Liu Zhou turned the purple clay teacup, his eyes behind the lens wandering over the young heiress: "Drinking tea and discussing business is an elegant thing, but I seem to be rude?"

Liu Zhou suddenly stood up and approached the desk, tapping the contract text with his fingertips: "Ms. Liang's body language just now can easily lead to misunderstanding in the business world."

Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his right hand: "How about re-establishing formal business etiquette?"

Liang Ranran took two steps back and bumped into the filing cabinet, the tips of her ears flushed with anger.

She had never seen such shameless workplace bullying, and the sarcastic words were more disgusting than tea.

"Mr. Liu, please respect yourself!"

Just as the project manager Yu Liguo was about to dissuade him, Liu Zhou's bodyguards tied his arms behind his back and pressed him against the wall.

Another strong man had grabbed Liang Ranran's wrist and dragged her to the desk.

"Is this your company's way of entertaining guests?"

Liu Zhou's fingertips slid across the pearwood tabletop, and the metal cufflinks shone coldly in the sun. "Your father has worked hard to build up his business reputation for twenty years, and Miss Liang is going to destroy it with a few angry words?"

When the bodyguard forcibly lifted Liang Ranran's jaw, a shrewd calculation flashed in Liu Zhou's eyes.

Yamaichi Heavy Industries, which was once looked up to, is now just a trapped beast burdened with bank debts.

He was well aware of the rumors about upstream and downstream suppliers withdrawing their investments, and was even more aware of Liang Tingshan's predicament of seeking help everywhere but to no avail.

"It's not too late to apologize now."

Liu Zhou took out a gold-plated lighter and lit a cigar. The smoke blurred his greedy look. "Or wait until tomorrow's creditors' meeting and kneel down to beg me for capital injection?"

Liang Ranran was surrounded by three strong men beside a white marble pillar, and his fingertips pinched into his palms, oozing blood.

She couldn't believe that she would suffer such humiliation in the business empire that her father had run for twenty years.

Financial Director Liu Zhou loosened his Armani tie and his crocodile leather shoes made a dull sound on the floor tiles.

"The foundation has collapsed, why are you still pretending to be rich?"

Liu Zhou's Vacheron Constantin watch reflected a cold light: "Your father is in trouble now, do you want to see the real-time stock price?"

On the LCD screen behind him, the K-line of Liang Group was falling like a cliff.

Vice President Yu Liguo was held five meters away by two security guards. This man who had experienced ups and downs in the business world for half his life felt as if his spine had been pulled out. He lowered his eyes and looked at the gold thread patterns on the Persian carpet.

Twenty-three Gao Qingliang managers stood on the spiral staircase like silent reliefs, and the central air-conditioning vents blew away several resignation reports.

When Liu Zhou's cigar-scented palm was about to touch the girl's hair, Zhou Qi's mechanical watch got stuck on the thug's wrist.

The young trader who had just completed a cross-border merger and acquisition frowned slightly. He remembered that the equity power of attorney signed by Liang Tingshan on the ICU bed three hours ago was lying in the inner pocket of his suit.

"Boss Liu, you dare to call yourself the owner just because you bought 3% of the shares in the secondary market?"

Zhou Qi exerted force with his knuckles, and the Swiss Army watch left a purple mark on Liu Zhou's wrist: "You may not know that Miss Liang now holds 17% of the preferred shares."

The CFO's grin froze on his face, and the three traders behind him suddenly received mobile phone alerts at the same time - international capital was frantically buying up Liang's circulating shares.

The crystal chandelier on the lobby dome suddenly flickered, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows on the 38th floor, the neon lights in the financial district began to flash at an unusual frequency.

It was raining heavily outside the glass curtain wall, and the eye of the storm was gathering in this steel jungle worth 60 billion.

Liu Zhou staggered back half a step, the pain in his wrist bone making his temple throb.

He rubbed his red wrist and narrowed his eyes. His gaze was like a poisoned nail piercing Zhou Qi's face: "Young man, when I was struggling in the business world, you were still playing with building blocks in kindergarten, right? You are so arrogant."

"I'll ask you one last time..."

He raised his index finger and shook it, tapping the ground heavily with the tip of his leather shoe: "Do you really want to help others?"

The onlookers exchanged knowing glances, and a dozen contractors tacitly formed an invisible circle.

They came here to put pressure on him, and now they are even happier to see this ignorant young man embarrass himself.

"The bosses at the scene are all waiting to settle accounts with Yamaichi Heavy Industry."

Liu Zhou looked around, with a sarcastic smile on his face: "Just you? Don't let yourself get embarrassed when the time comes..."

The black-clad bodyguards approached in response, and the dark wall of people trapped Zhou Qi in the center of the circle.

"Watch your mouth."

Gao Qingliang suddenly interrupted, tapping the table with his knuckles: "Be careful what you say."

"Ouch!"

Liu Zhou exaggeratedly took a half step back and raised his hands above his head: "Excuse me, so you are the hidden CEO Gao?"

He leaned forward and supported himself on the conference table, his entire face almost pressed against Gao Qingliang's: "I have walked on more bridges than you have walked on any roads, so stop playing tricks here!"

Zhou Qi raised his hand to stop Gao Qingliang from getting up, his eyes as calm as a deep pool: "I have the funds, but the premise is - you all apologize collectively."

"apologize?"

Liu Zhou slapped his thigh as if he had heard the joke of the century: "Now, transfer seven million immediately! Then I will make you and this girl bow 90 degrees to admit your mistakes, and this matter will be over! Otherwise..."

He grabbed the celadon teacup on the table, and the crisp sound of it breaking exploded in the conference room.

Zhou Qi calmly brushed off the porcelain pieces that splashed onto his sleeves: "What if I give you 10 million?"

The sudden turn of events made Liu Zhou's pupils shrink and his Adam's apple rolled unnaturally: "What... do you mean?"

"Ultimately, they are violently collecting debts before the contract expires. This is a case of commercial dishonesty at best."

Zhou Qi tapped the tabletop with his fingertips, and each tap sounded like a court gavel: "To put it mildly..."

He suddenly raised his eyes, a cold light flashed in his eyes: "This is called blackmail."

The air in the field suddenly froze, and several contractors subconsciously looked away.

Liu Zhou's sneer froze on his face. He suddenly realized that this seemingly weak young man seemed to be holding a trump card that they could not see.

Zhou Qi suddenly raised his hand to stop the noise: "Do you think I'm bluffing?"

He turned to Liang Ranran and said, "Just report it as a public security case and say that a gang has illegally gathered and interfered with business operations."

This decisive attitude brought an instant silence to the scene.

Liang Ranran hesitated while holding the phone, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and her eyes moved back and forth between Zhou Qi and the debt collector.

Liu Zhou caught this subtle expression accurately. He suddenly stepped forward and held Liang Ranran's wrist: "Ms. Liang, please think carefully before making this call..."