Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

The golden logo of the Rosewood Hotel flickered against the lead-gray sky, like a move on a chessboard that was about to decide the winner.

Du Bowen took off his tortoise-shell glasses and looked at the flashing red lights on the tower - this calm before the storm was just like the plan Zhou Qi had laid out for three years.

Such a grand welcoming ceremony attracted the attention of the people in the waiting hall.

Several business people whispered to each other: "Is it possible that some important politician is here?"

Everyone craned their necks to look at the flight information on the electronic display screen, curiosity written all over their faces.

In the back seat of the black Bentley, Zhou Qi lowered his eyes to glance at his watch, and pushed open the gold-plated door with his bony hands.

Following three crisp sounds of doors closing, twelve Rolls-Royces in the rear opened in unison. More than twenty bodyguards in black suits stood in line, and the crisp sound of their leather shoes stepping on the ground echoed in the corridor bridge.

The onlookers unconsciously took two steps back to make way.

Du Qianqian stepped out of the car wearing ten-centimeter high heels. Her sunglasses could not hide the stars in the corners of her eyes.

She turned sideways to look at the man in a suit beside her, and opened her red lips: "Mr. Zhou is really showing off today. It seems that some people are very important?" There was a hint of playfulness in her ending tone.

Zhou Qi raised his hand to adjust his cufflinks. The platinum cufflinks reflected cold light in the sun: "When guests come from afar, the host should always be fully polite."

He deliberately emphasized the word "master" and his eyes swept over the pearl earrings dangling on Du Qianqian's earlobe.

"Then I, the host..."

Du Qianqian's fingertips brushed the back of his suit waist, and suddenly she twisted the wrinkles of his shirt: "Should we prepare a French kiss on the cheek?"

Before he finished speaking, he laughed out loud, and the force of his fingertips turned into a gentle caress.

There was a sudden commotion at the airport entrance, and a mixed-race woman wearing sunglasses appeared pushing a silver suitcase, followed by four assistants.

The hem of the champagne-colored trench coat fluttered with every step, and the high heels made crisp sounds as they collided with the marble floor, as if they were stepping on some mysterious beat.

The wind from the tarmac blew in with the residual heat of the engines, and the leading lineup with Li Zihong, Bao Jushi, Zheng Yulong and Xiang Huaqiang as the core appeared first.

The gray sideburns and tailor-made suits that are the hallmark of the Hong Kong and Macao business circles create their own aura in the corridors, like moving totems of capital.

The second-order representative of the Li Ka Shing family, Li Zhaoji, is in sharp contrast with Yang Shoucheng of the Emperor Group.

The former is steady like a quiet stream of deep water, while the latter is flamboyant like a blazing flame burning the sky.

The 30-odd people at the end of the team, whether the security team wearing sunglasses or the economic advisors holding encrypted documents, all tacitly maintained a five-step social distance.

As soon as this team with its own invisible magnetic field appeared, passengers on the same plane spontaneously retreated to both sides of the aisle.

The pupils of several business class passengers who frequently fly to Hong Kong trembled. Some of them subconsciously took out their cell phones but did not dare to raise them - they recognized that this team brought together half of the financial tycoons in Hong Kong and Macau.

At the end of the corridor bridge, Zhou Qi leaned against the airport entrance with one hand in his pocket. The floor-to-ceiling window behind him turned the twilight into a light golden cloak.

When he raised his right hand, Li Zihong responded first with his brows relaxed, and the two big guys, Bao and Zheng, simultaneously smiled sincerely, which is rare for business tycoons.

Li Jiaxin slowed down her pace in her 10-centimeter red-soled shoes, and her eyes swept across Zhou's shoulder-length line, but the moment she caught a glimpse of Du Qianqian, she nodded gracefully, as only a socialite could.

When the two streams of people met at the customs channel, Du Bowen found that his breathing rate began to become disordered.

This experienced Cantonese real estate developer now had to secretly adjust his tie knot - any private dinner invitation from anyone in front of him was a golden door that he had not been able to knock on in the past ten years.

"Mr. Li brought the Phoenix Dancong from his own tea house specially, saying that the tea king who lost to you in the gambling game last time cannot refuse to pay the debt."

Xiang Huaqiang joked in his signature hoarse Hong Kong dialect, and Yang Shoucheng immediately took over the conversation:

"I asked an actuary to perform a 72-hour simulation of the cross-border payment solution Mr. Zhou mentioned at the yacht club last time..."

The clicking sound of the cigar box handed over by the beautiful mixed-race secretary at the right time and the crisp sound of Du Qianqian's high heels hitting the ground formed a wonderful chord.

At the check-in counter 20 meters away, the ground crew leader was holding the new employee's phone tightly:

"If you don't want to be unemployed tomorrow, keep your camera under control. The lawyer fees for those people's portrait rights are enough to buy your life."

In the reflection of the glass curtain wall, Zhou Qi maneuvered among the capital giants with ease.

When Li Zhaoji's personal assistant glanced at his watch for the third time, the young helmsman raised his hand and pointed to the VIP channel at the right time.

This seemingly random action allowed the phalanx of thirty people at the rear to switch from a loose to a tight state in an instant.

The glass curtain wall of the terminal reflected the midday sun, and dozens of inquiring eyes were fixed on Zhou Qi like spotlights.

If it were in a gossip sanctuary like Hong Kong City, there would have been dozens of telephoto lenses piercing the air by now.

After all, a scene that could gather half of the business community in Guangdong was enough for the financial headlines to reserve three days' space in advance.

Zhou Qi calmly responded to the greetings from all sides and led the elegant silver-haired Du Bowen forward: "This is the head of Teng Ao Shipping and my strategic partner, Mr. Du Bowen."

Everyone exchanged knowing glances; the legendary resume of this shipping tycoon was well known to everyone present.

When Du Bowen was holding hands and talking with everyone, he switched between different topics accurately, from smart logistics to cross-border trade, with ease, as if he was playing a business symphony.

When Du Qianqian walked out from behind the crowd, the air seemed to freeze subtly for half a second.

Zhou Qi's voice was filled with subtle warmth: "This is Du Qianqian, the legal representative of Hualong Teng'ao, and my business partner."

The young woman's amber suit shone with a smart luster in the sunlight, and she showed just the right touch when greeting her business seniors.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Li. Thank you for your attention to the South Bank project."

When Du Qianqian extended her hand to Li Jiaxin, the mechanical watch on her wrist reflected a cold arc of light.

The latter's long eyelashes trembled slightly: "Just call me Jiaxin. I have long wanted to ask Mr. Du about his management philosophy in person."

The moment the two hands wearing custom-made watches held each other, an invisible string suddenly became taut.

Zhou Qi knocked lightly on the roof of the car, breaking the subtle atmosphere; the crisp sound of metal startled the flock of pigeons circling in the air.

Li Jiaxin, who was supposed to accompany her father according to convention, walked straight to the passenger seat of the Bentley. The rhythm of her stiletto heels tapping the ground carried a kind of declaration of war.

Zhou Qi paused for a moment, turned around and got into Du Bowen's car. His helpless expression as he rubbed his brows was reflected in the rearview mirror.

A convoy of twelve black cars cut through the heat wave, like a silent steel torrent rolling over the airport highway.

As the last Mercedes-Benz turned the corner, in the steam rising from the marble floor of the terminal, an invisible business structure was quietly reorganizing.

While the vehicle was driving smoothly, Zhou Qi called Lin Xindie.

Considering that the number of people to be received later had not yet been determined, he deliberately did not let Lin Xindie participate in the airport pick-up and only set the meeting place at the hotel for easy overall arrangement.

As soon as the call ended, the phone rang again.