Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

The sound of flipping documents suddenly stopped, and Yang Cheng slammed his pen on the wooden table: "According to this logic, can you raise the price just by owning the land?"

He stood up and supported himself on the edge of the table. "Then what are we, the investors who have invested real money, doing? Are we the ones who specialize in taking over second-hand projects?"

Bai Qinghong's eyes flashed coldly, and the gold embroidery on the front of his suit rose and fell with his breathing: "Boss Yang, why don't you speak clearly."

"Simple!"

Yang Cheng strode towards the electronic sand table, his fingertips tracing across the riverside commercial belt: "I will take over both the A7 and C3 secondary projects, and use them to exchange for the Riverside Cultural City plot in Dinghua's hands."

He turned around and showed a sharp smile that was unique to businessmen: "Two for one, do you think this deal is a loss, Mr. Bai?"

"This is against the rules." Bai Qinghong's voice suddenly turned cold.

Xiang Huaqiang, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly chuckled, and the agarwood bracelet on his wrist made a crisp sound when it hit the table: "Rules?"

The Hong Kong-funded tycoon took off his gold-rimmed glasses slowly and said, "When Dinghua bid for the North Shore land three years ago, it seemed that it did not follow the Land Bureau's guidance price, right?"

Bai Qinghong's Adam's apple moved slightly, and the steam from the teacup in front of him blurred his expression.

Xiang Huaqiang tapped the planning map with the end of his pen: "Use our funds to hype up the value of your land, and then reap the added value of the land after construction."

He suddenly leaned forward and said, "Mr. Bai, didn't your father teach you that eating alone is the worst thing to do in the business world?"

Gao Qingliang hurriedly tried to smooth things over: "We took the initiative to release the core land as the project launch area..."

"So Dinghua should show more sincerity."

Xiang Huaqiang interrupted the conversation and scanned the entire audience behind his glasses: "Who here doesn't know that the underground pipe network of Binjiang Cultural City has been laid a long time ago? This is a project that is clearly a way to reap the benefits."

He suddenly raised his voice: "Were we a charitable foundation?"

The ticking red numbers of the electronic clock were reflected on everyone's face, and the white noise from the central air-conditioning outlet became increasingly clear.

Secretary Zhao calmly switched his phone to silent mode - the screen showed that a call from the City Government Office was vibrating continuously.

Xiang Huaqiang tapped the planning blueprint with his fingertips, and said calmly: "The strategic buffer zone has been reserved. Your core interests will not be affected at all."

Bai Qinghong narrowed his eyes slightly: "Is this Mr. Xiang's personal attitude?"

The air suddenly became so quiet that the hum of the central air conditioner could be heard, and the action of Xiang Huaqiang picking up the teacup seemed to be slowed down.

When the rim of the cup touched his lips, he suddenly smiled meaningfully.

This silent game made Director Wang of the municipal government break out in a cold sweat. He looked at Zhou Qi, who had remained silent, for help.

The young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses is now playing with a pen intently, as if he is appreciating some work of art.

"Mr. Zhou..."

Bai Qinghong suddenly turned the gun around: "It seems that we need to re-evaluate the project allocation?"

The pen drew a beautiful arc between Zhou Qi's fingers and fell steadily back on the document.

When he looked up, his glasses flashed with light: "I completely understand the concerns of the seniors, but how about I tell you a story?"

In Secretary Zhao's suddenly tightened pupils, Zhou Qi began to speak:

“At the beginning, Mr. Gao came to me late at night with two bottles of Moutai, saying that the lights on rate of those buildings on the south bank kept him awake all night.

We looked at the satellite images until three in the morning that day, and he finally patted his chest and said, 'I will revitalize the North Shore even if I have to give up my land.'"

The teacup in Gao Qingliang's hand suddenly made a crisp clinking sound.

Only at this moment did he realize that the "General Gao who is wise and righteous" mentioned by Zhou Qi had unknowingly become a traitor in the eyes of the provincial government.

"That's why I dare to propose a plan today."

Zhou Qi suddenly raised his voice and glanced at the people with different expressions:

"I will be the credit endorser and hand over the disputed bid to Dinghua. I think all the leaders should have inspected the Binjiang complex they just completed, right?"

Secretary Zhao's fingers were turning white as he held the document. He finally understood this carefully designed chess game.

The conference hall of the city hall building has now become a vacuum zone that overrides the provincial government's decision-making.

And the young man who is always smiling is using a gentle knife to cut through all the preset defense lines.

The air in the conference room suddenly froze. Everyone held their breath. Gao Qingliang's knuckles turned white and his Adam's apple rolled several times but no sound came out.

Zhou Qi tapped the sandalwood tabletop with his fingertips and said in a crisp voice: "Mr. Gao has worked hard for the group over the years. I believe he is willing to take on this important task this time?"

The ending tone raised a perfect arc, dropping the hot potato steadily on the other person's knees.

Bai Qinghong's hawk-like eyes swept across the two young men, and the edges of the project books in the briefcase almost pierced the leather.

When he heard the word "supervisor", the wrinkles between his brows smoothed a little, and he turned his gaze to the row of dark suits at the city government representative's table.

There, a pair of hands wearing Vacheron Constantin watches were unconsciously stroking the teacup.

“Hualong does not participate in the investment.”

When Zhou Qi stood up, the hem of his suit drew a neat arc, and the light reflected by his watch swept across the planning drawings on the wall: "But if the capital chain is broken or the construction is delayed..."

He suddenly turned to Gao Qingliang, his smile not reaching his eyes: "Mr. Gao should be aware of the breach of contract clause?"

Li Zihong took off his gold-rimmed glasses and wiped them, but his eyes behind the lenses were always fixed on the only young man in the light gray suit present.

When Zhou Qi emphasized "two-way guarantee" for the third time, the real estate tycoon suddenly laughed out loud, startling his secretary so much that the pen in his hand rolled to the ground.

"The future is terrifying!"

Li Zihong's crocodile leather shoes rolled over the ink on the ground, and his right hand with deep palm lines hung above the cooperation agreement: "If Xiao Zhou is willing to be the supervisor..."

He deliberately dragged out the last word, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the cold sweat oozing out of Gao Qingliang's forehead slowly sliding down.

There is a subtle sense of confrontation in the air!

Bai Qinghong tapped the table with his fingertips, a faint smile on his lips: "Boss Zhou's plan is indeed comprehensive."

The calmness after getting the project showed on his face, and these words were like a stone thrown into a quiet pond, causing ripples.

The shareholders present seemed to be machines whose switches had been pressed, and their voices of agreement echoed in the conference room.

Gao Qingliang took the opportunity to loosen his tie, and said with a relieved tone: "Now that everyone has reached a consensus, let's proceed according to the charter."

Zhou Qi turned to the main seat, his eyes like a precise searchlight: "Regarding Hualong Real Estate's supervisory responsibilities, please give more constructive suggestions from the municipal government."

This well-placed inquiry made the city leaders' eyes flash with admiration - this young man was well versed in the essence of official rhetoric.

At this moment at the conference table, the forces that were originally tense had already been cleverly balanced by Zhou Qi.

The city government representative waved his hand knowingly: "Professional matters should be left to the professional team. We fully trust Mr. Zhou's ability to coordinate."

As they were talking, a staff member quietly spread out the letter of intent for cooperation that he had prepared.

Secretary Zhao's veins bulged on the back of his hand as he held the pen, and he wanted to say something but stopped himself several times.

He knew better than anyone that when the agreement with the red seal began to circulate, the provincial government had already lost the game.