Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

When he saw the municipal government secretariat bring out the preliminary agreement with a bright red official seal, he finally stood up and said, "The Provincial Development and Reform Commission has just updated the guidelines for industrial-city integration. Perhaps..."

“We participated in the entire process of discussing the revised rules.”

The city government leader smiled and interrupted the conversation, fixing the laser pointer on the North Shore hub plot: "The smart logistics port plan proposed by Jay Chou coincides with our 'Bay Area One-Hour Living Circle' strategy."

He turned to the recorder and said, "Add the policy package provided by the provincial government to Annex 3."

As the electronic signature and approval system started up, Secretary Zhao looked out the French window at the rows of financial buildings.

Suddenly I realized that in the reflections on the glass curtain walls, I had already been excluded from the power map where light and shadow were intertwined.

Across the conference table, Zhou Qi was gently pushing the planning map marked with the provincial government number into the shredder entrance.

He couldn't handle the responsibility, so he made up an excuse and left the meeting room in a hurry.

No one came forward to stop him at this moment, or everyone knew that they couldn't stop him.

The city government leader stared at his back, tapping his knuckles on the table unconsciously.

We have to get the deal done before the provincial government comes. As long as the agreement is signed, we don’t care who comes after that.

The project is like a nail welded to an iron plate. If you want to pry it away, you can’t!

The air in the conference room became gelatinous.

Li Zihong pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses. Bai Qinghong was drawing circles on the plan with a red pen, and each mark was as precise as a scalpel.

Gao Qingliang seemed to be coordinating the opinions of all parties, but his eyes were always focused on the actions of the head of the Bai family.

No one noticed the glances exchanged between several CEOs in the corner. These old foxes who had been in the business world for twenty years reached a consensus just by the angle at which they raised their eyebrows.

They quietly added a piece of fat to Zhou Qi's original plan, and this piece of meat was destined to hang around Dinghua's neck.

At the corner of the corridor, Secretary Zhao leaned his back against the cold marble wall. The moment the phone was connected, his voice trembled: "Leader, you have to come in person to calm the situation..."

There was a faint sound of pens being put down from the provincial government office. "Did Du Bowen make an offer? Or is Zhou Qi playing some trick again?"

"It's worse than that."

Secretary Zhao swallowed his saliva and revealed the whole situation, such as the Li and Bai families joining forces to put pressure on the city government and the city government was anxious to get the signatures.

Before he could finish his words, he heard the creaking of a leather swivel chair and the rustling of fabric coming from the phone.

The provincial leaders, who had always been very confident, were now rushing out the door grabbing their coats.

The glass curtain wall at the end of the corridor reflected Secretary Zhao's trembling fingers. The news coming from the receiver made his temples throb.

When the identity of the partner Zhou Qi mentioned was revealed, he couldn't help but gasp.

All members of the Gangcheng Consortium led by Li Zihong were present, together with capital tycoons such as Li Zhaoji and Xiang Huaqiang, who usually could not even be invited to provincial investment promotion conferences, and were now gathering in the Yuncheng City Organization Conference Room.

"The list was just confirmed five minutes ago."

The provincial government leader's voice came with a sound of electricity: "Old Liu from the Planning Bureau saw with his own eyes the people from Dinghua carrying more than 20 project proposals into the site."

The back of Secretary Zhao's suit suddenly became damp, and his palms left wet marks on the sandalwood window frame.

Of course he knew what this meant: when the four major families in Hong Kong and the industrial tycoons in the New Territories took their seats at the same time, the ownership of the political achievements of this tens of billions of dollars of investment had already gone beyond the conventional game.

The rustling sound of blueprints being flipped could be faintly heard in the conference room.

Secretary Zhao glimpsed Bai Qinghong's gloomy profile through the crack in the half-open door. The eldest son of the Bai family, who never showed his emotions, was now poking the project distribution map with the tip of a pen.

Those prime plots of land circled with various colored fluorescent pens were obviously very different from the list prepared by the Bai family in advance.

"Activate the emergency plan, now!"

The provincial government leader's order pulled him back to his senses: "Please postpone the signing of the contract due to the environmental impact assessment review. I will lead the team to arrive in 40 minutes."

Secretary Zhao's Adam's apple slid with difficulty, and his eyes swept over Li Zihong, who was chatting and laughing in the conference room, and was just taking the Biluochun handed over by the director of the Municipal Government Office;

Three investment bank elites wearing gold-rimmed glasses passed by behind Xiang Huaqiang, and the Apple computers in front of them were flashing complex financial models.

When Secretary Zhao pushed open the carved wooden door again, Dinghua's chief risk controller pushed up his tortoise-shell glasses and said, "According to the consortium agreement, all project documents have passed the online pre-examination."

Thirty-seven green approval signs lit up on the projection screen at the right time, and the city government's legal advisor smiled and added: "The electronic signature system completed the verification two hours ago."

Secretary Zhao froze at the door, finally understanding the meaning of Bai Qinghong's sinister look just now.

The knives and forks for this capital feast had already been laid out according to the menu drawn up by Zhou Qi.

How to deal with the current situation?

Although the markings on the planning drawings have not been completely finalized, the Bai family’s core projects have been eroded. What is this?

Just as Bai Qinghong had previously judged, the other party had already taken a stance of head-on confrontation, blatantly trying to divide up the Bai family's vested interests.

Feeling Bai Qinghong's burning gaze, Zhou Qi calmly picked up the teacup and took a sip. He had expected such a tense scene.

When the news was first revealed to Li Zihong and others, he deliberately left room between the provincial government's intentions and Dinghua's advantages, implying that there was still room for mediation in the final decision.

The deep meaning of such ambiguous words is nothing more than to secretly spread the seeds of competition and force the Bai family into a situation where they are surrounded by enemies on all sides.

As the blueprint is gradually improved, colorful blocks of color outline the contours of the capital map.

The spheres of influence of each company are clearly defined, and only the key plots of land are marked with multiple marks. The battle for these golden areas made everyone present hold their breath.

What is interesting is that the dark blue mark of Dinghua Real Estate can always be seen on the signs of all disputed plots of land.

The red labels of Li Zihong's camp actually covered 70% of the area.

There are only a few plots of land that truly and undisputedly belong to Dinghua.

The city representative tapped the table to break the silence:

"Your enthusiasm for urban construction is gratifying. Since there are disagreements on key plots of land, why not finalize the cooperation agreement on non-disputed projects first, and then conduct special consultations on the disputed parts?"

Secretary Zhao's fingertips suddenly tightened when he heard this. This move was a bit too hasty, as it was a covert move.

Secretary Zhao frowned slightly, tapping his fingers on the conference table in a staccato rhythm: "There is obvious overlap in the project layout, and on the surface there is indeed no room for dispute..."

He suddenly fixed the laser pointer on a certain spot on the planning map: "But it seems that these overlapping areas cannot avoid Dinghua Real Estate's existing land?"

The air conditioner in the conference room made a subtle humming sound. Gao Qingliang adjusted his sapphire cufflinks and said in a deep voice:

"Plot No. 3 on the North Bank is Dinghua's strategic reserve land, and the cross-river bridge plan is a conceptual plan we proposed five years ago. If we adjust the equity ratio according to the existing plan..."

He glanced at the directors present: "Dinghua must at least cede 15% of the core development rights."