Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

"Mr. Bai, do you know that the total investment in these projects exceeds 10 billion?"

He turned the wedding ring as if unintentionally: "If we spread them out at the same time..."

"Our Bai family's ancestors started out by building the Yellow River dam."

Bai Qinghong interrupted the conversation and played with the gilded lighter: "What I am best at is breaking the whole into parts."

The moment the flames rose, his eyes flashed, "But Mr. Zhou, you haven't forgotten what you said on the yacht last month, have you?"

Suddenly, thunder rolled outside the window, and raindrops hit the floor-to-ceiling window.

Zhou Qi looked at the distorted city lights and shadows outside the glass curtain wall, and suddenly remembered the unusually accurate geological report from last month.

It turned out that as early as that time, the Bai family had already thoroughly understood the North Bank.

Zhou Qi lowered his eyes and turned the teacup, a hint of sarcasm flashed across his eyes: "Is Young Master Bai determined to get these targets?"

Bai Qinghong tapped the sandalwood table with his fingertips, and the jade ring glowed under the light: "It depends on whether Mr. Zhou is sincere enough."

He leaned back in the Huanghuali armchair, his playful eyes seeming to penetrate people's hearts.

This temptation is too obvious.

It's nothing more than doubts about the authenticity of his relationship with the Hong Kong-funded consortium.

Zhou Qi filled the teacup slowly and said, "Since Young Master Bai needs reassurance, I will naturally leave the West Coast Wharf and Lingang Industrial Park to the Bai family."

The celadon tea boat turned in a circle in his palm: "It's just that the relationships between the families are complicated, so we have to let Mr. Gao..."

He had long expected that the Bai family would ask for an exorbitant price.

Or in other words, this Hongmen Banquet was the plan he set up in the first place.

Bai Qinghong suddenly laughed out loud, shaking the enamel bottles on the antique shelf slightly: "I came here with a warrant from the Bai Group's board of directors. I lived on the top floor of the Marriott before the project was launched."

He suddenly leaned forward, and the scent of sandalwood mixed with cigars hit his face: "Boss Zhou, do you think I should personally supervise the battle?"

Gao Qingliang's purple clay teapot lid suddenly made a crisp sound when it was knocked.

"I can't ask for it."

Zhou Qi smiled and raised his glass: "With the Bai family leader in charge, those who follow the wind will naturally behave themselves."

At the moment when the crystal glasses touched, Bai Qinghong's watch reflected a cold light: "After the matter is completed, the platinum card of the Victoria Harbour Yacht Club will be kept for Mr. Zhou at any time."

He snapped his fingers behind him, and the black-clad bodyguard immediately pushed the crocodile leather case to the center of the tea table.

The box was filled with neatly stacked unopened Hong Kong dollars.

Zhou Qi glanced at the stack of blue-gray banknotes.

This amount of money was not even enough to cover the fodder costs for his horse farm for half a month, but he had to perform the full show.

When he closed the buckle of the box, Bai Qinghong suddenly held his wrist and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? The social activities in Beijing are not as exciting as those in Lingnan Guild Hall."

With the crisp sound of clapping, the velvet curtain in the dark room swayed gently.

Amid the creaking sound of the gilded door hinges turning, the faint sound of jingling bells could be heard.

The crystal chandelier reflected ambiguous light and shadow, and Bai Qinghong tapped the tea table lightly, making a crisp sound.

Two graceful figures in moon-white cheongsams appeared from behind the screen. The hems of their skirts trimmed with gold thread shimmered in the warm mist and stopped in front of Zhou Qi like carefully carved jade ornaments.

"I heard that Mr. Zhou prefers traditional massage?"

Bai Qinghong turned the jade ring and glanced at Lin Xindie's drooping eyelashes: "I specially brought this pair of twins from Su City to give you a change of taste."

He suddenly leaned forward, and the silver lighter made three dull sounds on the sandalwood tabletop: "As for Xiaodie, it's time to go back to the furnace and be retrained."

The fragrance in the air suddenly stagnated.

Lin Xindie, wearing a smoky blue cheongsam, was serving tea. The gilded spout of the teapot was hanging on the edge of the cup and trembling slightly, and the clear yellow tea soup created tiny ripples in the bone china cup.

When she handed the teacup to Zhou Qi, her fingertips left a half-crescent-shaped red mark on the cup holder.

Zhou Qi narrowed his eyes and looked at the beautiful couple in front of him. The one on the left was half covering her lips with a silk handkerchief and laughing softly. The pearl necklace around her neck rose and fell with her breathing.

The girl on the right was staring at him straight, with peacock blue eyeshadow smudged into the shape of butterfly wings at the end of her eyes.

He suddenly sneered and rapped his knuckles heavily on the rosewood armrest: "Mr. Bai really understands me!"

The two girls moved at the sound, and the fragrant breeze brushed across Lin Xindie's tense shoulders.

The one wearing the moon-white cheongsam with a waistline knelt on the footstool and massaged his legs, while the other one went around behind the chair and massaged his temples.

Zhou Qi closed his eyes and listened to the soft sound of the agarwood beads on his wrist. Suddenly, he grabbed the hand that was beating his leg and said, "Your finger technique is quite sophisticated, but unfortunately..."

He turned to look at Lin Xindie who was serving tea: "Compared to the hand strength that Xiaodie has trained by testing poison with silver needles, it is still a little behind."

Bai Qinghong dropped the teacup in his hand heavily onto the table, and the green tea splashed onto the dragon embroidery on his cuffs.

Lin Xindie looked up suddenly and saw Zhou Qi picking up the gilded sachet hanging from her waist and playing with it: "Besides, this girl is stained with the camphor incense specially made in my study."

He casually threw the sachet back into Lin Xindie's arms, and the jade tassels drew a cool arc in the air:

"If Mr. Bai really cares about this wonderful couple, why not send them to Fourth Uncle? I heard that he is in need of a female confidant who knows the tea ceremony."

"Regarding the North Shore project, since I promised that it would be implemented, I will definitely do what I said."

Bai Qinghong tapped the edge of the teacup lightly, his eyes sweeping across Zhou Qi's tense profile.

Now is the critical period for the project advancement, and any unexpected event may cause the billion-dollar investment to go down the drain.

He suddenly chuckled: "It's just a joke, Mr. Zhou, why take it seriously? Since you don't like my arrangement, you can make your own decision."

Lin Xindie was about to go forward to pour tea, but Bai Qinghong raised his hand to stop her: "But Xiaodie, you have to be more attentive. If President Zhou is in a good mood, our financial path will be smoother, right?"

"I understand." Lin Xindie lowered her head and responded, her long eyelashes casting shadows under her eyes.

Zhou Qi suddenly grabbed her wrist with such force that a red mark was left on her snow-white skin: "Which of the things on your body and wrist were not chosen by me personally?"

He took out a velvet jewelry box and threw it on the coffee table. The diamond necklace reflected a cold light under the light: "You promised to recognize only me as your master, but now you have learned to pretend to obey?"

Lin Xindie looked up in surprise and met Zhou Qi's bloodshot pupils.

Bai Qinghong paused for a moment as he turned the teacup, watching this impromptu performance with interest.

"Since Master Bai is reluctant to let me go, I will return the person to you."

Zhou Qi stood up suddenly, his crocodile leather heels knocking against the ground with a crisp sound: "If you can't tame something, it's an eyesore even if you keep it as a vase."

He deliberately kicked the safe to the edge of Lin Xindie's skirt, and the moment the metal lock popped open, bundles of cash poured out.

Bai Qinghong noticed Lin Xindie's trembling fingertips, and the Tiffany necklace he gave her around her neck was heaving violently.

He slowly turned the pinky ring: "Mr. Zhou, you misunderstood. Xiaodie is yours now."

He deliberately dragged out the last word: "But if you really want to change someone to serve you, I know a few newcomers from the film academy."

"No need!"

Zhou Qi suddenly raised his voice and turned to stare at Lin Xindie's red eyes: "I'll ask you one last time, do you want to stay here as Bai Shao's canary, or come with me?"

He deliberately emphasized the three words "canary" and glanced at the row of mahogany bird cages behind Bai Qinghong.

Lin Xindie looked at the banknotes scattered all over the ground, and suddenly remembered the rainy night three months ago when Zhou Qi appeared at the back door of the set holding a black umbrella.