Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

Under such circumstances, it was impossible for the fourth uncle who had been dormant for many years to just sit back and watch.

For this elder who is well versed in political tactics, the North Shore project is a godsend opportunity, which allows him to place his trusted aides in charge of key positions while also taking the opportunity to weaken his own faction.

Interestingly, the most critical chess piece in this game is Zhou Qi, the project planner who seems to be out of the matter.

"Mr. Zhou might as well view this as a win-win cooperation."

The mysterious visitor gently swung his whiskey glass, and the amber liquid glowed faintly under the neon lights of the bar: "Bai's needs a professional team to improve the project plan, and you need strong execution guarantees."

Zhou Qi tapped his knuckles on the marble countertop, his eyes flashing with brilliance: "Forgive my stupidity, but if you want to benefit the Bai family, why don't you discuss it directly with Young Master Bai?"

“Young people at the helm are always somewhat idealistic.”

The other party raised his lips meaningfully, and the cup made a crisp sound when it collided with the wall: "Just like the North Shore project at this moment, if there is no professional support, no matter how perfect the plan is, it will ultimately be just talk."

Looking at the visitor's back disappearing behind the revolving door, Zhou Qi raised the corners of his lips slightly.

How could he not know the deeper meaning behind this meeting?

Fourth Uncle Bai wanted to use him to make arrangements, but was afraid of exposing his cards too early. This way of contact, which made things more obvious, just confirmed the delicate balance within the family.

The project plan slowly unfolds in Zhou Qi's mind, and each coordinate point may become a battlefield for power game.

He picked up the glass with traces of ice still on it and let the aroma of the whiskey spread over his tongue - the fun was just about to begin.

In the quiet study room late at night, Zhou Qi tapped his fingertips on the sandalwood table, his eyes sweeping across the neon-lit river view outside the window.

This carefully planned chess game has reached a critical moment. What he needs to confirm is not only the direction of the North Shore project, but also the distribution of power under the undercurrent of the entire Bai family.

"Fourth uncle has a big appetite!"

He looked at the undeveloped wasteland on the other side of the river and muttered to himself. Bringing the power of Bai Qinghong's fourth uncle out into the open was the real killer move of this chess move.

The moment the call was connected, Bai Qinghong's unique hoarse voice came from the receiver: "Calling at this critical moment, don't tell me that there will be trouble with the contract tomorrow."

Zhou Qi adjusted his Bluetooth headset, his tone just right with embarrassment:

"Mr. Bai, we do need to adjust our plans. The schedules of the bigwigs in Hong Kong City have changed. I thought it would be better to wait for their representatives to arrive before signing the contract. This way, it will be more convincing to the government."

"You think I'm a three-year-old?"

Bai Qinghong's voice suddenly rose with hostility: "Ten days ago you said you wanted to set up this game, and now you're saying you want to postpone it?"

"Calm down, Mr. Bai."

Zhou Qi walked to the French window, overlooking the financial district at night: "Have you read the official document just issued by the province? Now all projects worth more than 1 billion yuan must go through a triple qualification review.

With Dinghua alone, even if I want to help you do it secretly, the people in the Audit Office will check the accounts with microscopes."

There was the crisp sound of a metal lighter opening and closing from the other end of the line, and Zhou Qi knew that the other party was weighing the pros and cons.

He added the key bargaining chip at the right time: "I heard that Jay Chou from Hong Kong Huasheng just met Fourth Uncle in London last month? If they can send a vice president to support them, the qualification review..."

"You are quite well informed."

Bai Qinghong's sneer was filled with a hint of vigilance: "Since it has come to this, I want to see those people you mentioned at the negotiation table at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

"Young Master Bai, have fun!"

Zhou Qi smiled triumphantly, "But it will take some time for Washington to go through the process. How about next week..."

"Stop talking official language to me!" Zhou Qi burst out laughing when the call was suddenly interrupted.

He knew the style of the Bai family's prince, and knew he must be mobilizing troops overnight.

In the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling window, he raised his red wine glass and saluted the void - the secret agent that Fourth Uncle had planted in Dinghua should surface tomorrow.

The neon lights reflected blurred shadows on the glass. Zhou Qi tapped the table with his fingertips. "If Young Master Bai takes charge personally, it will be more convenient for you to take the lead in the project."

The crisp sound of a metal lighter opening and closing came from the receiver, and Bai Qinghong's voice was wrapped in ice: "Boss Zhou is good at using the abacus."

"Those people in Hong Kong are separated by the strait. They don't have as deep roots as you do in the mainland."

Zhou Qi leaned against the balcony railing, the river breeze swept past his smiling voice: "But for such a big chess game, we have to work together to lay the pieces."

The person on the other end of the phone suddenly laughed coldly: "You'd better remember what you said today."

The call ended abruptly with a piercing busy tone.

Zhou Qi slid his phone into his suit pocket and walked back to the booth through the blurry neon lights.

Du Qianqian raised her eyebrow while holding the champagne glass: "Who is this sucker again?"

"It's just a little thing to help with the matchmaking."

Zhou Qi shook the whiskey glass carelessly, and the amber liquid rippled on the spherical ice cubes.

Du Qianqian glanced at his loosened tie knot and swallowed her follow-up questions.

As the moonlight at two o'clock in the morning shone on the empty wine bottles, the lights in the meeting room of the municipal building were still brightly lit.

Du Bowen's apology letter was like a hot potato. A leader's hand was bulging with veins as he held the teacup in his hand: "This is really too much!"

At this moment, Gao Qingliang's call broke through the morning mist: "Boss Zhou, Master Bai means that we have to follow the official instructions for this meeting. It's time to leak the news about the change of Dinghua's shareholders."

Zhou Qi looked at the high-rise buildings lined up outside the window and chuckled.

Bai Qinghong played this card skillfully - he not only won the government over to become his ally, but also put a tight ring around his neck.

If there is any mistake at the negotiation table, the authorities can use Dinghua's name to overturn the table and start over.

Gao Qingliang's fingertips unconsciously stroked the gold-stamped pen. The busy tone on the phone was like a blunt knife, slowly cutting through the balance he had carefully maintained.

The scent of sandalwood in the provincial government meeting room was wafting, but it couldn't suppress the cold sweat on his palms.

Bai Qinghong's tactic of cutting off his own tail to survive was really cruel. He even wanted to use Zhou Qi's life to exchange for his own path to success.

"Implement Secretary Bai's plan." Zhou Qi's voice was hoarse, especially due to the electromagnetic waves, and Gao Qingliang was so frightened that he almost dropped his phone.

This young entrepreneur always talks about a life-and-death chess game as if he were discussing afternoon tea, and now even his tone is as cold as iced whiskey.

"Mr. Zhou, this plan..." Gao Qingliang's Adam's apple rolled, and the meeting minutes in his briefcase suddenly seemed extremely heavy.

He clearly smelled a conspiracy. Bai Qinghong had set up a killing spree in front of those old foxes in the provincial government, so why was Zhou Qi walking into the edge of the knife?

The crisp metallic sound of a lighter came from the receiver, and Zhou Qi's chuckle as he exhaled a cigarette made Gao Qingliang feel a chill on the back of his neck: "Secretary Gao, should the chess piece worry about the chess player's layout?"

When the call ended abruptly, the dark clouds outside the window just swallowed up the last ray of sunlight.

At this moment, on the airport runway, ten obsidian black Rolls-Royce Phantoms were lined up in a V-shaped formation, and Du Qianqian's Bentley Mulsanne was lurking at the front of the convoy like a silver leopard.