Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

When Liang Tingshan picked up the wine glass and turned to Gao Qingliang, Gao Qingliang's wrist trembled slightly, and ripples appeared in the wine in the glass.

"This is for you, Mr. Gao."

The light spots reflected by the crystal chandelier danced on Gao Qingliang's glasses, and his Adam's apple slid: "Director Liang is too polite."

Liang Tingshan tapped his knuckles on the mahogany tabletop: "Mr. Zhou specifically mentioned that the technical innovation plan contains your important suggestions."

His eyes swept in the direction of Zhou Qi, Gao Qingliang's pupils shrank slightly, and he caught a glimpse of Zhou Qi's leisurely posture stroking the rim of the celadon cup out of the corner of his eye.

"Shanyi Heavy Industries is about to establish a research and development subsidiary." The tail tone of Liang Tingshan's voice rose amid the clinking of glasses.

Gao Qingliang unconsciously rubbed the condensed water droplets on the wall of the cup with his fingertips. At this moment, he suddenly understood the smile in Zhou Qi's eyes - the deep meaning of the sentence "technical patents will be arranged by ourselves" in the conference room three days ago.

When Liang Ranran leaned over with a burgundy wine glass in her hand, the hem of her skirt swept across Zhou Qi's suit trouser line.

"Here's to you." Her nail polish reflected a pomegranate red on the wall of the cup.

Zhou Qi raised his wrist to stop her from tilting her neck back: "Girls should drink less strong liquor."

She suddenly struggled to break free, and the arc of the whiskey sliding down her throat was like a miniature dive.

"Do you know?" Liang Ranran's fingertips wiped the wine stains on his lips: "There is a dangerous attraction on you."

The chandelier cast a tiny shadow on her collarbone.

"It's like a waltz that's always half a step away."

On the other side, Yi Fangzhe's figure slumped in the chair was a little blurry.

At the moment when the last bottle of red wine fell, the moonlight was climbing up the dial of Zhou Qi's watch.

Gao Qingliang looked at his reflection in the light of the watch dial and suddenly remembered the equity agreement that mysteriously appeared on his desk three hours ago.

In a hotel box late at night, Yi Fangzhe had already slumped in his seat, his deafening snoring roaring rhythmically with his heaving beer belly.

Two technicians held his arms and dragged him out, but the drunk man kept sliding to the ground like a puddle of mud.

Liang Tingshan frowned and waved his hand: "Send it directly to the dormitory, and ask the canteen to prepare some hangover soup tomorrow morning."

As the crowd crowded into the lobby, the conversation in front of the cashier counter made everyone stunned.

"Has someone already paid?" Liang Tingshan's hand, which was touching his leather handbag, stopped in mid-air.

In the halo of the crystal chandelier, a woman in a designer suit walked slowly towards me on high heels, the delicate necklace around her neck reflecting an uncomfortable cold light.

"Why are you so drunk? Xiao Zhang, go drive the car over here."

Liang Tingshan's wife skillfully directed her assistants, and under her carefully drawn willow-shaped eyebrows, her eyes swept over the work badges of each technician present.

Liang Ranran clenched her fists, her nails leaving crescent-shaped red marks on her palms.

Liang Tingshan's voice was filled with ice: "Wang Meilin, are you here to inspect the bankruptcy liquidation?"

The wife who had torn up the share certificate in public at the board meeting, now smiled like a flower: "I heard that you have conquered the CNC system, so I came here specially to pick you up..."

"Show me your spending records!"

Liang Tingshan suddenly turned to the cashier.

When the barcode scanner spit out a long bill, he took out thirty-two hundred-dollar bills and slapped them on the table: "Return this lady's money."

The edges of the banknotes made a crackling sound on the marble countertop, which startled the lobby pianist so much that he missed half a note.

Wang Meilin's delicately made-up face began to crack, but Liang Tingshan had already turned around and held Zhou Qi's hand: "What time is your flight tomorrow? I'll ask the technical department to send the test report..."

His back completely isolated his wife from the conversation, just as this family had isolated him from the door for the past three months.

The neon lights cast bizarre shadows on everyone through the revolving door, and the sound of Wang Meilin's high heels echoed in the empty lobby.

Behind the bar, the waiter silently put the returned banknotes into a handbag printed with a famous brand logo, and the bright red nail polish glowed bloody under the warm light.

Zhou Qi's eyes swept over the woman's shoulder and he walked straight out the door with a faint smile on his lips.

Liang Ranran lowered her eyes and adjusted the ornaments on her handbag, as if there was no such person in front of her at all.

The marble floor reflected the receding figures of the crowd, leaving only the woman standing frozen in place, clutching her silk cuffs.

"This money..."

The woman's fingertips touched the cold counter, and she suddenly woke up and swept the scattered bills into her purse, her patent leather stiletto heels tapping out a rapid rhythm on the ground.

Liang Tingshan was just taking out his cell phone to call a driver when he saw his daughter had already raised her hand to stop a mint green taxi.

"Please."

Wang Meilin opened the rear door first, and the Bulgari necklace around her neck swayed with her panting: "When Director Liang was in the hospital, I was so anxious that I was confused and spoke without thinking..."

The last murmur dissipated in the car exhaust. Zhou Qi leaned against the car window with his eyes closed, and the shadows of the sycamore leaves on the street passed across his face in tiny spots of light.

The sudden sound of glass breaking startled the sparrows on the roadside.

Liang Ranran swung a red brick from the construction site, leaving glaring scratches on the body of the Maserati, and her diamond nail polish drew silver arcs in the twilight.

"Watch your hands."

Zhou Qi rolled down the car window and chuckled, then watched the furious woman in the rearview mirror stagger after him in her high heels.

"Liang Ranran, my car!"

Wang Meilin's sharp voice was cut off by the brick thrown by Liang Ranran.

Liang Ranran leaned against the hood and lit a thin cigarette, revealing his tiger teeth as the sparks flickered: "This frame number is also engraved with the Liang Group's fixed asset number. Should we call the police?"

Liang Tingshan took out a gold-plated lighter to light his daughter's cigarette. The flame reflected the smile lines at the corners of his eyes. "The Lamborghini in the warehouse has been sealed for three years. Can we ask someone to drive it out for a spin tomorrow?"

The silhouettes of the father and daughter gradually faded away under the neon lights, leaving the woman trembling in front of the dented car door.

When the taxi turned the corner, Zhou Qi saw the brightly lit building of Yamaichi Heavy Industries in the rearview mirror.

The woman stood in the road clutching a broken pearl necklace, her expensive handmade suit stained with tire marks.

The woman who was arrogantly demanding the division of property three hours ago finally understood at this moment that some meal tickets are difficult to put back together once they are torn.

As night fell, Liang Ranran returned to her residence to rest.

At this moment, Liang Tingshan returned to the office alone. Although he seemed to be shaky due to the non-stop work and excessive drinking, he still forced himself to process the documents.

He lit a cigarette to refresh himself, and drafted several important legal documents in the curling smoke.

The next morning at Beijing Airport, the rising sun cast a golden edge on the apron.

When the Liangs and their daughter said goodbye to Zhou Qi and his party, Liang Tingshan took out the document he had prepared overnight from his briefcase:

"Mr. Zhou, the preparation work for the construction of the technical center will be put on the agenda immediately, which is crucial to the transformation and upgrading of Yamaichi Heavy Industry. These letters of intent will serve as proof of cooperation first, and the terms will be detailed after the project is officially established."

Although the technology center is still in the blueprint stage, the 20% hidden shares clearly marked in the document are already legally binding.

Zhou Qi flipped through the materials with a little surprise, and found that the other party was showing its sincerity in this way. He handed one of the copies to the accompanying legal officer Gao Qingliang for verification, and signed his name on the main agreement.