Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

Lin Xindie's pupils shrank slightly, and her hand, which was about to touch the screen, froze in mid-air.

Zhou Qi pressed the lock screen button, and the moment the cold light disappeared, the car fell into suffocating darkness.

"That satellite phone call..." Her voice trembled.

"It's just Bai Qinghong directing and acting out a loyal minister drama."

Zhou Qi suddenly stepped on the brakes, and the SUV came to a sudden stop in the shadow of the sycamore tree: "Do you think he really needs your testimony?"

He turned around and looked directly into Lin Xindie's red eyes: "Gao Qingliang holds the secret leads of three underground banks."

The last word turned into a sigh: "And you, you can't even remember the complete password to the safe in his office?"

Lin Xindie suddenly grabbed Zhou Qi's wrist, her nails almost digging into his skin: "Then my sister..."

"Bai Qinghong is most afraid of unexpected events now."

Zhou Qi took out his handkerchief and slowly wiped his watch: "He dared not act rashly before the project was implemented. After all..."

He suddenly leaned closer, his warm breath brushing her ears: "I hold a bargaining chip that is more deadly than his fourth uncle."

When the engine roared again, Lin Xindie heard her own violent heartbeat mixed with the man's low voice: "When the day comes when the uncle and nephew of the Bai family bite each other and bleed, you will naturally see your sister in her entirety."

Confused ripples appeared in Lin Xindie's eyes: "This... do you have any special arrangements?"

Zhou Qi tapped his knuckles on the window sill, and the glass reflected his determined face: "At 7 o'clock tonight, the neon lights of Hualong Building will light up with a special code."

He suddenly turned around and stuffed the warm coffee cup into the other person's palm: "From this moment on, your communication channel with Bai Qinghong is permanently closed."

Lin Xindie's eyelashes fluttered in the morning light, and she heard the other party continue:

"When the bell tower strikes the eighth time, your life will open up new permissions, allowing you to freely enter and exit any firewall of fear. This is my promise to you."

In the VIP room of the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China, the buzzing sound of the money counting machine was intertwined with Lin Xindie's disordered breathing.

Zhou Qi placed the black travel bag upside down on the bulletproof glass table. The bundles of banknotes glowed with a light green luster in the morning light.

"The password is the date you escaped from the Bai family."

He pushed the titanium alloy card across the marble countertop: "This twenty thousand in cash is not charity, it is a roadshow ticket for your new identity."

The girl took a half step back and her back hit the armrest of the leather sofa.

When she declined for the eighth time, Zhou Qi suddenly grabbed her wrist and pressed the card into his palm: "Remember, money is never a shackle, but a dagger to cut off the past."

In the panoramic conference room on the 28th floor of Hualong Teng'ao, Du Bowen made tactical gestures into the satellite phone, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, a river boat was dragging a silver wake.

Du Qianqian adjusted the holographic projection to the topographic map of the north bank, and red warning areas were jumping in the three-dimensional modeling.

"Is the chess game in the capital over?"

She pushed the iced American coffee towards Zhou Qi, and the condensation on the wall of the cup spread out into dark circles on the conference table.

Zhou Qi loosened his tie and ran his fingertips across the holographic sandbox: "The provincial government is playing a risk hedging game. Their real trump card is not the amount of the deposit..."

Suddenly he grabbed the laser pointer and shot it at Jiang Xinzhou: "Let's see who can turn reinforced concrete into a blockchain credit node!"

Du Qianqian was stunned, and her dilated pupils were reflected on the tablet in her hand.

Zhou Qi suddenly chuckled: "Dinghua is upholding the spirit of the contract from 20 years ago. What we hold in our hands is the key to the smart contract."

He turned and pointed to the cross-river bridge under construction outside the window: "When welding sparks become data streams, traditional land deeds are nothing more than expired QR codes."

Faced with the current dilemma, Zhou Qi knew that he could not explain the whole story to Du Qianqian.

The disagreement between the Du father and daughter and the project party actually stems from deeper conflicts of interest.

He stared at the river view outside the window, his fingertips tapping unconsciously on the mahogany table. The North Shore development plan was at an unprecedented deadlock.

The change in attitude of provincial and municipal governments lies at the heart of the problem.

The North Shore mudflats, which were once ignored, suddenly became a hot spot after Dinghua Group took the lead in moving in.

The tens of billions of dollars worth of development plans proposed at the planning meeting were daunting to the decision-makers - if the billions of dollars of investment shared by the three groups resulted in failure due to a break in the funding chain, no one could take the responsibility.

"Xiao Zhou, the wind direction is changing too fast."

Du Bowen put down his hot phone and loosened his tie: "According to the current policy, all our early layout will be used to help others."

There was a hint of retreat in his words, but he didn't say it out loud due to consideration for the relationship.

Zhou Qi's hand that was spinning the pen suddenly stopped: "How many projects have actually been released?"

"At most 30%, and that's all for the supporting facilities of the cross-river bridge."

Du Bowen called up the data he had just received: "Dinghua holds half of the land. If it swallows up the new bidding section..."

He typed the deposit clause hesitantly, and the number was actually the total quarterly turnover of the South Bank project.

The antique clock on the wall was ticking, and Zhou Qi suddenly stood up and straightened his suit: "Brother Du, please arrange an emergency meeting."

He glanced at the sapphire mirror of his watch and said, "Let's set it at 3 pm. Please ask the supervisor to come and talk in person."

"Do you want to solve the funding problem first?" Du Bowen was interrupted before he could finish his words.

“Funding has never been an issue.”

Zhou Qi grabbed his windbreaker and chuckled, "What I want is the blueprint for the entire North Shore, not piecemeal handouts. Tell them, either fully open up development rights, or continue to let weeds grow all over the beach."

Twenty kilometers away in the Qingnan Pavilion Tea House, Gao Qingliang hesitated while holding the phone he had just hung up, "Boss Bai, Boss Zhou..."

"He is a man of loyalty and righteousness."

Bai Qinghong blew away the tea foam and looked at the traffic outside the window thoughtfully.

He naturally understood that this sudden interview was most likely a way to pave the way for his confidant.

After all, what makes Zhou Qi personally get involved is never a simple business game.

Gao Qingliang tried to figure out Bai Qinghong's attitude and asked tentatively, "Mr. Bai, Zhou Qi is always wary of me and will never really make plans for me.

In my opinion, there may be a deviation in the decision-making process at the provincial and municipal levels. Zhou Qi wants to pull me in as an ally in the negotiations, and who knows, he may want me to be a shield in the end. "

"Mr. Bai, if this is the case, how should I deal with it?"

Bai Qinghong tapped the table with his knuckles and said thoughtfully, "You see it clearly."

He changed the subject and asked, "If that's the case, what are your plans?"

“Regarding the advancement of the project, I suggest following the guidance of the provincial and municipal governments.”

Gao Qingliang lowered his head to avoid the other person's sight, but his peripheral vision was paying attention to Bai Qinghong's reaction:

"As for how much Zhou Qi can fulfill his promise to you, that depends on his ability. Of course, as long as Master Bai needs me to be the vanguard..."

Bai Qinghong sneered, and his fingertips brushed across the sandalwood tabletop: "Anyone can say nice things, but what I want to see is actual actions."

Suddenly he stopped talking, stood up, and walked to the French window: "Go check it out, and report any progress immediately."

When he turned around, a cold light flashed in his eyes: "If the result is not satisfactory, please ask Mr. Zhou to come for another cup of tea. My patience is limited."

Gao Qingliang felt a chill on the back of his neck and his throat tightened, but he tried to remain calm.