Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

"Boss Zhou, I just finished a meeting with the provincial and municipal governments, and the situation is the same as we expected."

Gao Qingliang's voice came from the receiver: "They have activated the alternative plan, and the cross-river bridge has become the core of the plan again. Now that they know that Dinghua has found a new investor, they are more confident..."

The sound of shuffling papers came from the phone: "The wind has changed now, they want to use Dinghua to put pressure on us to give up the South Bank land.

I held off for now, but hinted that I might be open to a joint development of the North Shore.”

Zhou Qi held his cell phone and looked out the window. The passing trees cast tiny shadows on the car window.

Gao Qingliang's subtext is very clear. The provincial and municipal governments want to use Dinghua's power to reshuffle the cards. If Hualong Teng'ao does not compromise, it may be kicked out of the core circle at any time.

After hanging up, Zhou Qi turned to Du Bowen, who was sitting in the passenger seat: "Brother Du, let's arrange a final negotiation meeting with the city government tomorrow."

"Skip directly to the province?"

Du Bowen adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and said, "This slap will be slapped on the face of the provincial government."

Zhou Qi's lips were slightly raised in the rearview mirror. "They were the first to destroy the face project. The North Shore Planning is the result of our team's hard work for 30 days and nights. Now they want to get rid of it?"

The dusk deepened outside the car window, and neon lights began to light up one after another between the buildings.

Du Bowen recalled that when Dinghua was operating secretly, the provincial government kept the bridge project secret, and he was able to get the news only after using three levels of connections.

Now seeing that Hua Longteng was unwilling to submit, he wanted to use the same old trick again.

“It’s time for our friends at the city hall to shine.”

Zhou Qi tapped the leather seat with his fingertips: "Since the credit must be shared, why not give it to those who helped in times of need."

How to play this game of chess? The answer is clearly engraved on the chessboard!

Since the provincial government is making small moves behind the scenes, why should Zhou Qi care about their face?

As a benchmark project that has attracted much attention throughout the province, the North Shore Project would be a shining medal of political achievement in any city or prefecture.

Should it be handed over to the provincial government or kept in the local municipal government?

Normally, showing goodwill to the provincial government could have broadened the space for development, but the shady tactics used by the other party would be a fatal blow in the business world - for Zhou Qi, this was never a choice.

What about provincial government agencies?

Others might be a little wary, but Zhou Qi does not receive any special treatment.

Since you dare to stab me in the back, do you still want to reap the benefits?

This is simply a fantasy! Do you really think he is just a dough that can be kneaded by anyone?

Although the administrative approval level is subject to the provincial government, the collective appearance of Hong Kong-funded consortiums has formed an invisible shield.

Faced with the heavyweight endorsement of international capital, the provincial government is cautious and dares not act rashly.

Want a share of your political achievements? Then lower yourself to negotiate.

Otherwise, don’t even think about getting half a share!

Du Bowen looked at Zhou Qi's resolute profile and swallowed his words of persuasion.

Having worked together for many years, he knew very well that this young man, who never suffered any loss, had enough bargaining chips in his hand and would definitely get justice with interest.

He silently dialed the city government hotline, and the voice of his old acquaintance, Director Hou, came from the microphone.

"Boss Du, how many eyes are on the North Shore project? Even if there are disagreements, we shouldn't leave the provincial leaders alone..."

Director Hou's complaint was full of concern: "The provincial government is really angry right now."

Du Bowen practiced Tai Chi skillfully: "Director Hou, let's be frank and not beat around the bush.

You are also aware of the conditions set by the provincial government. Would you be willing to be taken advantage of? But postponing the negotiation for 24 hours is not considered a breach of contract, right? "

"That's easy for you to say. This one day's delay is enough to give the leaders a negative impression of you."

"So I would like to ask you to host the coordination meeting tomorrow..." Du Bowen made the request.

Director Hou was stunned for two seconds and then laughed and scolded: "Good old Du, you are plotting against me?"

His fingertips tapped unconsciously on the meeting schedule.

Of course he knew the hidden meaning behind Du Bowen's words.

The city government leader understood that the other party was concerned about the attitude of the province and wanted to use him as a shield. In the final analysis, it was just a favor transaction.

"There must be a clear plan for the North Shore project. If we are rejected again..."

Du Bowen changed the subject, his tone showing anxiety. The city government leader took off his gold-rimmed glasses and wiped them: "I will try my best to mediate, but the specific implementation depends on you."

These words were cryptic but extremely weighty - if the project failed, he, as the middleman, would inevitably have to take the blame.

A hearty laugh came from the other end of the phone: "Lao Hou, we've been friends for 20 years and you still don't trust me?"

Du Bowen promised. After hanging up, the city government leader stared at the twilight outside the window and pondered for a long time, and finally dialed the provincial government's hotline.

In the provincial government office, the leader looked at the caller ID with an amused expression.

He had just finished a secret conversation with Gao Qingliang when he received a call from the city. It seemed that someone was getting restless.

"Mr. Zhou wants to have final consultations at the city hall tomorrow?"

He tapped his fingertips on the mahogany tabletop. "It must be Fatty Du who is behind this."

The next morning, in front of the Mary Hotel, Lin Xindie paced back and forth in her high heels.

The convoy of Maybachs drove into the parking lot one after another, raising dust. She looked at her watch - there were only three hours left before the negotiations.

At this time, inside the provincial government building, the secretary was sorting out documents and preparing for the meeting. "Are you really not going in person?" he asked tentatively.

The leader took a sip of tea from the blue and white porcelain cup and said, "It's more important to let those people know the attitude of the province. Remember, if they still try to do something tricky..."

Before he finished speaking, the teacup fell heavily on the table.

In the city hall conference room, Du Bowen was fiddling with the projector.

Zhou Qi suddenly held his wrist and said, "Old Du, I heard that the person sent by the provincial government is the Secretary-General?"

When the two looked at each other, the air suddenly froze.

Outside the window, dark clouds were looming, and the damp smell of the impending rainstorm seeped in through the window cracks, soaking the project book on the table that had been revised repeatedly.

As soon as Zhou Qi stepped out of the car, Lin Xindie hurried over to report: "All itineraries have been confirmed."

He nodded in response, his eyes casting towards the black Bentley parked not far away.

The back door slowly opened, and Du Qianqian landed gracefully in her high heels, followed closely by Li Jiaxin, who stepped down slowly holding onto the car frame.

The moment the two ladies' eyes met, they both raised the corners of their lips at the same time.

Li Jiaxin's eyes swept across Zhou Qi's shoulder and suddenly stopped on Lin Xindie.

The young girl standing quietly has an outstanding appearance. Her light blue dress makes her look like a daffodil bud, which is out of place with the flashy scene around her.

"This is Miss Lin, the younger sister of Mr. Zhou's old friend." Du Qianqian noticed the subtle atmosphere and took the initiative to break the silence.

Li Jiaxin raised her eyebrows and chuckled, her fingertips circling the pearl earrings, but her eyes were looking straight at Zhou Qi.

The person concerned just calmly adjusted his cufflinks, letting the halo of the crystal chandelier flow across his lenses.

"Nice to meet you." Li Jiaxin stretched out her carefully maintained hands, the diamonds on her nails sparkling in the twilight.

Lin Xindie's response was as distant as her entire person. When she retreated behind Zhou Qi, even the arc of her skirt was controlled to just right.

On the way into the hotel, Li Jiaxin turned around and looked back five times.

Every time, the pale blue figure kept a distance of three steps, like a temperatureless moonlight, until everyone stepped into the top-floor conference room and then disappeared into the shadows.