Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

"Ugh...Pah!" Liu Zhou spat out a mouthful of mud and his trembling fingertips touched his lips that were swollen like purple eggplants.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the pretty figure, and he screamed at the dumbstruck bodyguard: "Are you blind? Destroy this pair of bastards for me!"

The two sturdy men moved forward with their Adam's apples rolling, and the sound of metal buckles colliding was particularly harsh in the dead silence.

"Wait a minute."

Gao Qingliang stepped in, holding a cigar between his fingertips and tapping it lightly: "Mr. Liu, why don't you listen first..."

"Listen to your mother!"

The furious fat man staggered to his feet, his suit covered in grass debris: "If anyone gets in my way today, I'll even overturn his ancestors' graves!"

Veins bulged on his temples, and the shame and anger of being humiliated in public burned his entire fat face red. At this moment, even if the king of heaven came, he could not stop his determination to see blood.

Gao Qingliang Qingliang slowly approached Liu Zhou and deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Gao Qingliang Qingliang of Dinghua Group, this is my boss."

Before he finished speaking, Liu Zhou's face suddenly changed and cold sweat instantly seeped out of the back of his neck.

As someone who had worked on Nanshi Engineering, he knew the hidden forces behind Dinghua better than anyone else.

For that project back then, he didn't even dare to ask for the final payment. Now, looking at the calm and composed young man behind Gao Qingliang, he suddenly realized that he had hit a wall.

"What the Bai family meant..."

Gao Qingliang pressed his palm heavily on Liu Zhou's shoulder, exerting slight force with his knuckles: "Just do whatever Mr. Zhou says."

The volume was controlled within the range that the two could hear, but it made Liu Zhou's knees weak. When the hand withdrew, obvious wrinkles were left on the suit fabric.

At this moment, Liu Zhou finally noticed the cold and beautiful woman next to Zhou Qi - Lin Xindie, who had just attacked fiercely, was clearly the professionally trained hand of Gao Qingliang.

All the clues were connected together. He suddenly turned to face Zhou Qi and bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle in front of everyone:

"I'm sorry for offending you just now! Just pretend that the penalty never happened. I'm going to remove everyone right now."

The onlookers were stunned, and Liang Ranran covered her mouth in surprise.

The debt of seven million was resolved in just a few words. What was even more bizarre was that the usually domineering Liu Zhou seemed like a different person at this moment, and his voice was trembling even when he apologized.

No one noticed that Lin Xindie was quietly putting away the special badge hidden between her fingers.

That is the secret symbol of a special family.

The meeting room was silent, with only the faint sound of Zhou Qi's fingertips tapping on the sandalwood table.

His eyes passed lightly over Liu Zhou who was still bowing, and finally fixed on the faces of the supplier representatives with different expressions:

"The corporate reputation of Yamaichi Heavy Industries has always been based on its technical strength. Since you have doubts about the progress of research and development..."

He suddenly increased the knocking sound: "Why don't we play a gambling game."

Before everyone could come back to their senses, the young president had already thrown out a heavy clause: "If the technical barriers are not broken during the contract period, ten times the liquidated damages will be paid immediately."

He suddenly leaned forward, dangerous sparks dancing in his pupils: "But if we overcome the difficulties ahead of time, each company will have to transfer 30% of its equity for free."

The air seemed to be sucked out.

Liang Ranran clutched Zhou Qi's sleeves, his fingertips turning white from the force: "Cash flow can't support this leverage at all!"

There was a tremor in her low voice.

However, Zhou Qi held her cold hand and gently drew a circle on his palm - this was the secret code they agreed upon as children.

"Trust me." His breath brushed against her earlobe as he whispered.

Liang Ranran looked at this calm and composed man, and suddenly remembered that during the Hong Kong financial crisis, he was also in charge of the situation, as if everything was under control.

The tense shoulders gradually relaxed, but when he caught a glimpse of the sweat stains on the back of Liu Zhou's suit, his heart began to hang in the air again.

The suppliers exchanged looks of doubt and confusion.

Bald CEO Li broke the silence by touching his jade ring: "CEO Zhou is very courageous, but this bet..."

He deliberately dragged out the last word: "What if the funding chain breaks down halfway?"

Zhou Qi suddenly grabbed the projection pen and threw it towards the screen. The red laser dot accurately locked onto the technology roadmap: "Three months ago, when you were rushing to sign the strategic agreement, you didn't look like this."

He sneered and pointed at the data stream jumping on the screen: "Do you know why we chose to show our cards today?"

The CTO, who had been silent in the corner, suddenly stood up and pushed the tablet in front of everyone.

When the real-time experimental data jumped into view, Zhou Qi grabbed the pen and tapped it on the bet book amid the sound of gasps. The crisp sound of metal hitting solid wood made everyone's back chill.

The stalemate at the negotiating table continues.

The seven corporate representatives in the conference room all fell into deep thought at the same time. Some of them were unconsciously turning their pens, while others were repeatedly flipping through copies of the contract.

Although calling the police can exert pressure, the possible storm of public opinion that may arise makes everyone worried;

If they leave at this point, it means tacitly accepting the passive claims situation after the contract expires, which is obviously not an acceptable result for them.

The terms of the bet proposed by Zhou Qi at this time caused waves in everyone's hearts.

From a business logic perspective, the bet agreement of ten times the penalty for breach of contract and 30% equity stake is almost a one-sided tilt of interests.

Especially when Mr. Wang, who is a technical expert, did a quick calculation on his mobile phone, he found that even if he paid ten times the penalty, it would still be insignificant compared to the potential loss from the transfer of equity.

This obviously unbalanced contractual relationship has only deepened everyone's doubts - is there something hidden somewhere?

The back of Liu Zhou's suit was already soaked with cold sweat. As the only representative present who knew the relationship between Zhou Qi and the Bai family, he knew the nature of this "bet" better than anyone else.

As the second hand of his mechanical watch ticked, he maintained a 90-degree bow, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and sweat from his forehead dripping down the tip of his nose onto the carpet.

"Mr. Liu seems to have objections to my proposal?"

Zhou Qi tapped the sandalwood tabletop with his fingertips, his voice steady but with an invisible pressure.

These words made Liu Zhou's muscles tense instantly.

He stood up hurriedly, but his eyes remained down, not daring to look at her: "Absolutely not! It is an honor for our company to have the opportunity to cooperate with Mr. Zhou."

Before he finished speaking, he had already pulled out a pen from his briefcase, and with his trembling right hand, he signed crookedly on the supplementary terms of the contract.

This move triggered a chain reaction.

The other representatives looked at each other in confusion. Some recalled the strategic investment that Liu Zhou's company suddenly received from the Bai family last month, and some noticed the vague clauses in the contract regarding technological breakthroughs.

When the sixth representative hesitated to open the cover page of the contract, the sound of paper tearing suddenly occurred in the conference room.

A small business owner tore up the contract and rushed out, but was stopped by two security guards in black in the corridor.

Zhou Qi picked up the celadon teacup and sipped it, the mist blurring his eyes behind the lenses.

The electronic clock shows 16:28, and there are 32 minutes left before the stock market closes.

This carefully designed chess game of capital is progressing steadily according to his preset script.

Liu Zhou secretly regretted his impulsiveness. He looked around the room and saw no one speaking. Only then did he realize the truth that the first bird to stick its head out gets shot.

If I offend this hidden figure in front of me, and if the other party really wants to pursue the matter, I may not even know how to disappear from the industry circle.