Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

In the presidential suite at the end of the corridor, Li Zihong was cutting a cigar neatly.

The business partner, who was 20 years older than him, rarely showed a worried look: "Excuse me for being blunt, but Mr. Xiang is in too deep a hole. Back then, his elder brother was in Macau..."

The words dissipated into the air along with the smoke, and the thirty years of ups and downs of Hong Kong Island seemed to be condensed in the unburned tobacco.

Zhou Qi took the lighter and lit it for him. The dancing flames illuminated his young face:

"I understand Uncle Li's concerns. But if we want to set up entertainment signs on both sides of Victoria Harbour, it's better to borrow their docks to set sail instead of competing with the Xiang family."

He opened half of the window, and the salty sea breeze blew in with the crisp sound of Du Qianqian's high heels downstairs: "The same boat in the business world is not in the same cabin as the rules of the underworld."

Li Zihong stared at the young man's hair that was messed up by the night wind, and suddenly remembered the young man who broke into his office with a business plan three years ago.

Cigar ashes fell into the crystal ashtray, and he finally relaxed his brows: "You deliberately didn't let Hualong get involved in the matter of the North Shore land. Are you afraid that we old guys will trip you up?"

Zhou Qi turned around and showed his signature bright smile, all the sharpness just now disappeared:

"How can that be possible? I was planning to wait for Uncle Li's new yacht to arrive at the port, and then we can slowly discuss this game of chess on the sea."

The hour chimed in the corridor, the helmsmen of the two eras smiled at each other, and the sound of the tide of Victoria Harbour was spreading across the night of Kowloon Peninsula.

"As the general planner of the project, you should take the largest share, and they will not object. This overall investment will greatly benefit the enhancement of Hualong's brand value. This opportunity cannot be missed."

"If you're worried about the negative impact, I'll be the bad guy."

Project resources were distributed between Qidong Group and Hualong Tengao. Although Zhou Qi had equity in both companies, Li Zihong noticed that Hualong Real Estate, which was actually directly managed by Zhou Qi, did not obtain any physical projects.

He speculated that young people were avoiding involving their own company because they were worried about looking bad.

But the blueprint of the entire North Shore project came from Zhou Qi. Without his planning, the North Shore project would be out of the question.

Even if we want to avoid suspicion, at least a core project should be reserved for Hualong Real Estate.

With the help of the engineering effect of the joint efforts of multiple parties, the brand upgrade of Hualong Real Estate will be a qualitative leap.

Due to the large number of people present, some things could not be said openly, so Li Zihong planned to communicate privately.

Zhou Qi explained in a gentle voice: "Uncle Li, Hualong is currently fully committed to promoting the Haishi Binjiang project. In addition to the upcoming Beijing project, it is really beyond our capacity to undertake the Guangsheng project."

The Beijing project was led by the Li family, and Zhou Qi also invested heavily in it.

Li Zihong frowned slightly: "Is the capital chain tight?"

Faced with the major projects that were being carried out continuously, he was worried that the young people would have difficulty in cash flow. If this was the case, the Li family would definitely help them...

After all, Zhou Qi’s early planning of projects in the Beijing circle has benefited the Li family greatly.

Zhou Qi waved his hand and smiled, "Funds are not a problem. Hualong is a newcomer in the industry, has little experience in multi-line operations, and its management radius is also limited..."

"Furthermore, the North Bank project involves many affiliated companies of Qidong Group. It would be unfair to assign the project directly to Hualong."

"My idea is to give the overall planning rights to Hualong, and being named chief designer is enough to show its weight."

“So I hope Hualong will intervene as the project coordinator.”

The identity of the coordinator? In the field of construction, it means overall control. Li Zihong understood it immediately.

This is by no means a simple quality supervision. When Hualong appears as the coordinator, the outside world will naturally believe that the entire North Shore project, from blueprint to implementation, was led by Hualong.

This kind of invisible endorsement increases brand value far beyond the benefits of specific projects.

Li Zihong smiled and pointed at Zhou Qi: "What a great move!"

Zhou Qi raised his glass and said, "I hope Uncle Li will not think that I am taking advantage of you."

"That's not a trick."

Li Zihong laughed heartily: "The planning is the result of your hard work. You are the only one who can coordinate this. If it were someone else, I would be the first one to disagree!"

After understanding the profound meaning of Zhou Qi's layout, Li Zihong no longer obsessed with project allocation.

But for Zhou Qi, letting Hualong serve as the project coordinator has another meaning.

The supervisory role can cleverly integrate resources from all parties, avoiding competition with partners while gaining the core voice in the project.

Zhou Qi never intended for the Bai family to be the ultimate winner on the chessboard. His carefully planned chess game was full of hidden schemes.

The North Shore project is like a gold brick hanging on a tightrope; any mistake could cause an industry earthquake.

When Hualong Group took over full control of project planning and supervision, the true rules of this capital game came to light.

When the grandfather clock struck eleven, Zhou Qi closed his business notebook: "The Bai family is just an appetizer."

He stood up and straightened the wrinkles of his suit, and caught a glimpse of Li Jiaxin's hesitant look as if she wanted to say something.

The two walked through a long corridor covered with Persian carpets, and the crystal chandelier pulled their shadows into intertwined geometric shapes.

"Mr. Zhou has kept this risky move of equity swap very secret."

The rhythm of Li Jiaxin's high heels tapping on the marble floor suddenly quickened by half a beat.

She reached out and pressed the elevator button, and the metal door reflected Zhou Qi's playful smile.

"Are you afraid that I'll overturn your chessboard?"

As the elevator numbers jumped, Zhou Qi suddenly turned around and trapped the person in the corner of the mirror: "The Bai family's 30% investment share is enough to leverage the entire supply chain reorganization."

He traced his fingertips over the pearl buttons of the man's silk shirt: "You can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a lamb. Mr. Li should know this better than me."

Li Jiaxin put her hand on his chest and said, "I heard that Miss Lin from Beijing even brought her to the bidding meeting?"

The air suddenly stagnated, and Zhou Qi's thumb caressed the hollow of her lower back: "You look much cuter when you're jealous than when you're at the negotiation table."

The alarm sounded suddenly, and the night wind rushing through the safety passage swept away the unfinished words.

The moment the door lock of the top floor suite clicked shut, Li Jiaxin loosened her silk scarf around her neck and said, "Hualong needs a list of three backup contractors."

Zhou Qi loosened his cuffs and walked towards the wine cabinet: "Let the audit team enter Bai's tomorrow and focus on checking their overseas cash flow in the third quarter."

The ice ball fell into the crisp sound of whiskey, and the shadows of the two people overlapped in front of the floor-to-ceiling window to form the dazzling night view of Hong Kong Island.

Dusk drifted into the corridor, and when Li Jiaxin's back touched the slightly cool wallpaper, she subconsciously clutched the hem of her skirt.

Zhou Qi's palm covered the inside of her wrist, and the warmth penetrated her pulse and reached her heart. She raised her face and wanted to say something, but her nose was brushed by the other person's hanging hair.

"Come to my room tonight..."

Her voice trembled at the end, and her eyes swept around the corner of the corridor: "I have something to discuss."

A light laugh escaped Zhou Qi's throat, and his fingertips slid down to the curve of her waist.

The halo of the wall lamp cast a shadow on his brow, compressing the ambiguous distance to a dangerous value.

The moment their lips and teeth touched, Li Jiaxin's knees went weak, the back of her neck rubbed against the relief patterns on the wall, and her metal earrings made a crisp sound when they collided with the wall.