Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

Seeing the signature finalized, the tense lines between Liang Tingshan's brows finally relaxed.

When the announcement in the terminal hall sounded, he held Zhou Qi's hand and said solemnly: "Yamaichi Heavy Industry will definitely live up to your trust."

After watching the three people walk towards the boarding gate, the businessman turned around and subconsciously touched the quick-acting heart pill in the inner pocket of his suit.

In front of the gangway, Zhou Qi's private phone suddenly vibrated.

Bai Qinghong's voice came with radio noise: "I heard that the provincial government and the municipal government have officially approved the North Shore planning plan. When will Mr. Zhou return to Guangdong Province to take charge of the overall situation?"

Zhou Qi glanced at Gao Qingliang who was checking the ticket, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a playful arc: "Mr. Bai's call was really a coincidence. If it was half a minute later, the plane would have closed the cabin door."

"It seems like we always meet at critical junctures."

Bai Qinghong chuckled on the other end of the phone: "Do you need to arrange a pick-up?"

"Don't bother."

As Zhou Qi stepped onto the gangway, he changed the subject slightly: "After completing the government affairs connection, I..."

The roar of the engine swallowed up the second half of the sentence, leaving only the busy tone of the call being disconnected echoing in the boarding bridge.

Bai Qinghong interrupted the other party without waiting for a response: "See you in Qingnan Pavilion in half an hour."

Zhou Qi on the other end of the phone tapped the phone frame unconsciously with his knuckles and replied, "Okay, I'll be there on time."

A low laugh came from the receiver: "Boss Zhou's tone makes it sound like I've delayed your trip?"

"Mr. Bai is joking."

Zhou Qi glanced at the flight display screen in the terminal hall: "It's a good opportunity to report the progress of the Beijing project in person."

"That's more like it." Bai Qinghong hung up the phone with satisfaction.

Gao Qingliang immediately took a half step forward, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead: "Boss Zhou, I promise..."

Zhou Qi suddenly turned around and the sleeves of his suit brushed across the other person's lapel.

Gao Qingliang froze as if the pause button was pressed, watching the bony hand fall on his shoulder.

"Why are you panicking?"

Zhou Qi's lips curved in a gentle manner: "We are just helping Mr. Bai to relieve his worries."

"Yes, yes!" Gao Qingliang responded repeatedly, the tense lines in his neck revealing his true emotions.

The cold light from the corridor shone on Zhou Qi's face. He took a last glance at the man who bowed to see him off, then took Lin Xindie up the gangway.

The moment the cabin door closed, the airflow lifted Lin Xindie's silk scarf.

"If something happens..." Her fingertips sank into the leather seat, and the end of her words disappeared in the roar of the engine.

Zhou Qi suddenly covered the back of her trembling hand, and the dim reading light of the business class reflected gold on his glasses: "I said, if the sky falls, I will be the first to hold it up."

Lin Xindie stared at the runway lights gradually moving away outside the window.

Three days ago, she personally handed over the evidence of Gao Qingliang's smuggling of firearms to Bai Qinghong. At this moment, the wing of the plane was cutting through the cumulonimbus clouds over Beijing.

When Zhou Qi's fingers left the back of her hand, the leather seat made a slight friction sound.

"actually……"

"Quiet."

Zhou Qi closed his eyes and leaned against the headrest, his Adam's apple sliding between his untied tie: "Do what you should do."

Lin Xindie suddenly turned her wrist and held up the hand that was about to be withdrawn with her palm facing upwards.

This action caused the wedding rings on their ring fingers to overlap briefly, and the coolness of the metal seeped into their skin.

She finally placed his hand back on the armrest and turned to stare out the window into the darkening twilight.

Eight years ago, she sent her sister to a flight to Vancouver in this city. Eight years later, in the same terminal, she took the new passport handed to her by Zhou Qi.

At this moment, the light strips formed by the runway lights were blurring in her vision, and she suddenly remembered the blue snowflakes falling on her sister's head when she went to school.

There was a slight shake in the fuselage, and the humid sea breeze from Guangdong Province had penetrated into the air-conditioning system.

Zhou Qi adjusted his cufflinks during the landing broadcast and rejected Du Qianqian's arrangement to pick him up at the airport. The chess game behind the carved wooden door of Qingnan Pavilion was the real landing site tonight.

The taxi ran over several puddles and stopped in front of Qingnan Pavilion.

Zhou Qi took two confidants and walked straight to the box on the second floor. When they opened the door, only Bai Qinghong and the bodyguard they met last time were there.

French foie gras and black truffle steak were placed on the sandalwood round table, but the red wine glass in front of Bai Qinghong was inserted diagonally in the middle of the almost untouched food.

"Mr. Bai, this red wine is sober at the right time."

Zhou Qi sat down on the carved chair with a smile, and caught a glimpse of Lin Xindie pouring wine into a crystal glass.

He noticed that there were wine stains on the collar of Bai Qinghong's suit, and it seemed that the prince had been drinking alone for a while.

Bai Qinghong rubbed the rim of the cup with his thumb: "Boss Zhou must have had a hard trip to Beijing. His chin has become three points sharper."

He suddenly reached out and slapped Liang Tingshan's agreement, causing the paper to slide half an inch off the table. "But this small gift is really thoughtful."

Gao Qingliang immediately stepped forward and handed over the equity documents with both hands: "The technical team has completed the task, just give us another three months..."

Before he finished speaking, Bai Qinghong suddenly grabbed a corner of the document and threw it at the bodyguard, and several pieces of paper drew arcs in the air.

“What I want is to open up the infrastructure market in the five provinces on the North Shore!”

Bai Qinghong suddenly raised his voice and tapped his fingertips heavily on the copy of the provincial government's approval document: "The old man asked me this morning, how come the municipal pipeline project promised by Dinghua has become rail transit in the plan?"

Zhou Qi took a sip of red wine slowly, letting the wine swirl around his tongue three times before speaking: "Boss Bai is wise, rail transit will be the main artery of the next 30 years."

He took out his tablet and pulled up a 3D map: "Look, as long as we build the transfer hub next to the Baijia Logistics Park..."

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of porcelain breaking in the box.

The teacup that Lin Xindie accidentally knocked over shattered on the ground, and the flying porcelain pieces scraped across Bai Qinghong's Italian handmade leather shoes.

The bodyguard immediately pressed on his waist, but Bai Qinghong raised his hand to stop him.

The dandy young man suddenly burst into laughter and put his arm around Zhou Qi's shoulders: "No wonder the old man said you are better than his useless sons!"

Zhou Qi lowered his eyes and smiled, tapping the table with his knuckles: "Mr. Bai, you don't know that I have been debugging the production line at Shanyi Heavy Industry for the past half month."

He picked up the celadon teacup and took a sip: "Although I took the lead in drafting the North Bank Plan, the specific feedback from the provincial and municipal governments..."

As the conversation changed slightly, the watch dial reflected a cold light under the overhead light.

Bai Qinghong suddenly clapped his hands and laughed. Half of his figure was reflected on the carved screen. "Everyone says that Mr. Zhou is a project operator. Now he is learning Tai Chi?"

He raised his hand to signal, and the assistant lifted the velvet cloth. On the huge planning map, eight core plots were clearly circled in cinnabar.

"I heard that Mr. Zhou had afternoon tea with Mr. Li from Hong Kong Island the day before yesterday?"

Bai Qinghong's fingertips traced the golden area on the blueprint: "The province is eager to introduce Hong Kong investment, so why worry about the approval?"

He suddenly leaned forward, and the red sandalwood bracelet knocked against the glass table with a crisp sound: "All I want is the development rights in black and white. As for the quality of the project..."

The tail note lingers in the curling tea smoke.

Zhou Qi stared at the overlapping cinnabar circles on the drawing and suddenly felt the cold air from the air conditioner running down his spine.

These annotations are eerily accurate.

The underground pipeline reserved area on Plot 3 and the anchor point of the cross-river bridge on Plot 7, each mark is crucial to the lifeblood of the project.