Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

Amid the sound of porcelain breaking, a joint letter from fourteen Hong Kong tycoons was already lying in the safe of Chairman Bai.

"You're welcome, Mr. Bai."

Zhou Qi pulled the man closer by half a foot, and the dial of his watch drew a silver line on the other's cuffs: "I heard that you often go to Qingnan Pavilion recently?"

A conciliatory policy requires bargaining chips, and leverage in the entertainment industry is more effective than a contract.

Bai Qinghong's Adam's apple rolled and his eyes swept across the group of financial reporters waiting in the distance.

He took a half step back and adjusted his tie, his knuckles turning white from the effort. “I asked my secretary to rearrange the schedule for the press conference. Take a look…”

"The media focus should be on technological innovation."

Zhou Qi flipped through the photo album on his phone and saw a screenshot of a club surveillance camera flash by: "You and I are both behind the scenes, why do we have to grab the spotlight?"

The marble floor reflected two figures walking away.

When Zhou Qi turned around, he caught a glimpse of himself through the floor-to-ceiling window. The curve of his mouth was so precise that it looked like it had been measured with a vernier caliper.

The moment the elevator door closed, he took off his glasses and wiped them, his pupils behind the lenses were as cold as ice.

As night fell, Zhou Qi's eyes moved in the warm light of the corridor.

When everyone gathered again in the hotel banquet hall, the addition of new guests made the atmosphere more subtle.

Qiao Xuying stared at the woman whom Du Qianqian called "Sister Lin". She was wearing a plain white dress and looked like a person in an ink painting. When she nodded in greeting, her falling hair had a quiet rhythm.

During the banquet, Lin Xindie sat upright like a lotus.

Her slender fingers gently stroked the edge of the celadon bowl, and she occasionally looked up at the host with a gaze as clear as a spring stream flowing over pebbles.

She was aware of the looks that Du Qianqian and Zhang Jiaxin exchanged, but she hid all her emotions under her butterfly-like eyelashes and only let the sound of Zhou Qi chatting and laughing with everyone linger in her ears.

"Ms. Lin, try this crab meat dish."

Qiao Xueying suddenly handed over the jade spoon, but she shook her head politely: "Thank you, Miss Qiao, I never touch meat."

Before he finished speaking, he lowered his head and looked at the jade soup in the bowl, as if there was another world hidden in that touch of green.

After three rounds of drinking, Du Bowen held up his cup and sighed, "Today, I was able to achieve great results with just a little effort, all thanks to the clever chain of traps set up by General Manager Zhou."

As everyone echoed, Lin Xindie's fingertips moved across the dark patterns on the tablecloth, depicting the negotiations that were never seen during the day.

When Zhou Qi raised his glass, the breeze from his sleeves brushed past her nose, mixed with the aroma of Longjing tea and the base of cedar.

When the banquet was over, the moonlight had already flooded the cloud-patterned floor tiles.

As Li Zihong's door closed, Lin Xindie suddenly turned around, her plain shawl creating ripples in the corridor: "Your shoulders and neck are stiff."

As he spoke, he tapped Zhou Qi's neck with his fingertips, his voice as light as ink drops falling on rice paper: "Do you want to dredge the Shaoyang meridian?"

Qiao Xuying's knuckles turned slightly white as she pinched her pearl clutch, while Zhang Jiaxin stroked her silk cuffs inconspicuously.

The corridor lights pulled the shadows of the four people into a swaying bamboo forest, and Lin Xindie kept her face up, her eyes as clear as the celadon cup she held when they first met.

Under the warm light in the corridor, the silhouettes of the three beauties are particularly eye-catching.

Qiao Xuying's workplace sharpness, Du Qianqian's bright aura, and Li Jiaxin's classical charm each shine with different brilliance.

Lin Xindie clenched the document bag tightly, her fingertips turning slightly white - as a woman, how could she not understand the ambiguous undercurrent floating in the air?

"Go back to your room and rest first."

Zhou Qi loosened his tie and placed his briefcase casually on the cabinet in the hallway: "The press conference will be handled by the PR team."

Lin Xindie lowered her head in response, her hair brushing across Qiao Xuying's haute couture suit.

When the thin figure appeared in the elevator door, she suddenly realized that her knitted cardigan had pilling.

"Hualong Real Estate, as the general controller of the project, needs professional endorsement."

Zhou Qi pushed the plan to Qiao Xueying and tapped his knuckles on the supervision responsibility clause: "Especially the media question and answer session..."

"Mr. Capitalist really makes the best use of everything."

Qiao Xuying loosened her pearl earrings and poked the man's chest with her fingertips: "Twelve hours of flight in exchange for a three-hour performance review meeting?"

She suddenly caught sight of the Van Cleef & Arpels bracelet on Li Jiaxin's wrist, slammed the door and left angrily, her high heels leaving deep marks on the Persian carpet.

Li Jiaxin, who was leaning against the Roman column, chuckled: "Boss Zhou is so unromantic, it makes me curious about Hualong's employee retention rate."

She raised her swan neck, and the rosy bite marks from last night were faintly visible under the scarf.

The lights in the corridor reflected her straight shoulders and her carefully maintained crystal nails tapping against the marble countertop.

Zhou Qi opened the door and chuckled, "Ms. Li's generosity is always proportional to her beauty."

The moment the sandalwood door hinge turned, he caught the fleeting expectation in the other person's eyes.

"So?" Li Jiaxin pressed her nail polish against the crack of the door that was about to close.

"So..." Zhou Qi suddenly leaned forward, and the ambergris brushed past her ears: "There should be stars shining in the dream."

As the electronic lock closed, Li Jiaxin finally remembered that she had specially changed into new lace underwear this morning.

Li Jiaxin was a little stunned. What was going on?

This is the second time Zhou Qi has locked her out of the room. It’s really so infuriating!

"Jiaxin." Qiao Xueying, who was far away, saw it clearly and called out.

When Li Jiaxin looked at him, he smiled and said, "Good night, sweet dreams."

Then he pushed the door open and walked in. Was this a provocation?

In Li Jiaxin's opinion, it doesn't count. She also understands what Zhou Qi means. No matter who you are with, other people will inevitably have some thoughts in their minds.

So, let it be, Li Jiaxin withdrew her gaze.

Looking at Zhou Qi's tightly closed door, he chuckled and held the bowl of water quite evenly.

Then he turned around, opened his room and walked in.

On the other side, Bai Qinghong was talking on the phone with his father. He recounted the details of today's meeting verbatim and expressed his own thoughts.

When Bai Qinghong's father learned about it, he was also surprised. He did not expect that Zhou Qi's prestige in Gangcheng would be so high.

Hearing Bai Qinghong's words, he nodded and said, "Zhou Qi is definitely not an ordinary person. He has achieved such success at such a young age. It is definitely not ordinary."

"He knows how to show weakness, and he hides it really well."

Hearing this, Bai Qinghong hesitated for a moment and said, "Dad, are you saying that this is not his true strength?"

"Before today, did you know that he had such influence in Hong Kong City?"

Bai Qinghong’s father said: “Our understanding of him has always been superficial.

I think those people in Hong Kong don’t really understand him. I think only he himself knows what kind of cards he has.”

"Such a person is very dangerous."

"But being able to make friends with them will always bring more benefits than disadvantages."

"He is also very measured and knows what others want, what to give, and what he can get."

“This is rare and very good.”

Bai Qinghong nodded slightly and said, "Dad, what do you mean?"