Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

Zhou Qi turned the platinum ring on his ring finger and said, "The iron-blooded management of the Bai Group is well-known in the industry. I heard that they just completed a management replacement last quarter?"

"That's why I envy Mr. Zhou's way of controlling people."

Bai Qinghong loosened his tie and showed a well-trained helpless smile: "Family businesses are complicated and it is harder to hear the truth than to raise funds for listing.

Last time, Mr. Zhou said that we were partners, and I tossed and turned all night - you are the first one who dares to discuss cooperation with the Bai family these days."

This confession sounded particularly ironic to Zhou Qi.

The dandy young man who had secretly obstructed the project approval three days ago now acted in a frank and open manner.

He looked at Qiao Xuying who was presenting a three-dimensional planning map on the stage, and thought of the equity structure plan that had been urgently adjusted last night, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

The sudden exclamation from the media area interrupted my thoughts. On the giant LED screen, the holographic model of the Eco-Smart City was slowly rotating, and the Hualong Real Estate logo was shining brightly on the virtual riverside.

Zhou Qi noticed Bai Qinghong's jawline suddenly tightened - this young man who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth finally realized that some of the rules of the game were being quietly rewritten.

Zhou Qi was naturally aware of the mystery behind this, and the current situation was the result of his careful guidance.

The deep meaning behind Bai Qinghong's statement is just two core demands - showing goodwill and recruiting allies.

Zhou Qi gently turned the teacup in his hand, and glanced over the rim of the cup at the other party: "Mr. Bai's words make me a little confused."

"Just say it." Bai Qinghong leaned forward slightly.

"Given Mr. Bai's style of doing things, if he really regarded me as a partner, how could he trust the lifeblood of the entire project to me?"

Zhou Qi tapped his knuckles on the sandalwood tabletop: "The weight of this trust is heavier than the Victoria Peak in Hong Kong Island."

"Besides, if I say it was just for business, would Bai Shao believe it?"

Bai Qinghong laughed out loud and said, "Boss Zhou, I feel ashamed for what you said. If I didn't regard you as my confidant, how could I dare to entrust you with this game of chess?"

“To be honest, this project is a timely relief.”

He lowered his voice and said, "Those old stubborn people in the Bai family who are still holding on to their old tickets always say that I am a heretic when I engage in industry. Now that this project has been implemented, it is the best evidence to stop the gossip."

"We must let them know that there is a new way of living in the new era."

Zhou Qi raised his eyebrows slightly: "It seems that Young Master Bai wants to take advantage of this opportunity to add a few more seats in the family council hall?"

"I hope so!"

Bai Qinghong picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp: "When I really take the helm one day, I will definitely steer this huge ship of the Bai family back on the right track. By then, I hope that Mr. Zhou will continue to watch over and help me."

"It is common sense for friends to help each other."

Zhou Qi changed the subject: "But Young Master Bai's thank-you gift is quite unique. It's just empty promises, without talking about share distribution or profit sharing..."

Bai Qinghong's wrist hesitated slightly, and the tea in the cup rippled: "Why do you say that, Mr. Zhou?"

"On the eve of the project being finalized, a mysterious visitor brought a message."

Zhou Qi stared into the other person's eyes and said, "When he said he wanted to find a partner for Dinghua, I just thought it was a common suggestion."

"Now that I think about it..."

He traced the winding branches on the blue and white porcelain cup with his fingertips: "This messenger came in a strange way and left in a mysterious way."

Bai Qinghong followed Zhou Qi's gaze towards the podium, his eyes wandering over Gao Qingliang and others.

The smoke from the incense burner in the tea room curled up, casting changing shadows on his glasses, and no one noticed his white knuckles gripping the armrest.

What is the origin of Yi Tu?

This question kept circling in my mind, and suddenly I seemed to have grasped the key clue - Bai Sihai!

This person's power has penetrated to this extent?

Bai Qinghong's fourth uncle, Bai Sihai, this name is like a thorn in his heart at this moment.

My back teeth were clattering as I turned and stared at Zhou Qi: "Besides this, what else did he reveal?"

"No other news at the moment."

Zhou Qi lowered his eyes to avoid my gaze: "Mr. Bai, when we first started working together, we stated that we would not get involved in family disputes."

He suddenly changed the subject, tapping his knuckles on the sandalwood tabletop unconsciously: "But you are being frank today. If I continue to play dumb, I would be unworthy of your trust."

I placed the purple clay cup heavily on the sea of ​​tea: "Mr. Zhou should know that I always treat people with sincerity."

Zhou Qi took out a black recording device from his suit pocket, hovered his fingertips over the play button for a few seconds, and finally pushed the machine in front of me.

When that familiar gloomy voice came from the noise of the electric current, I felt my temples throbbing. My eyes glanced at Gao Qingliang who was giving a speech on the stage, and I instinctively put the recorder against my ear.

"This recording was originally a backup plan for me."

Zhou Qi waited for me to finish listening and quickly took back the equipment: "If Gao Qingliang plays tricks again, this will be my amulet."

He stroked the edge of the teacup: "I didn't take it out before because I was afraid you would think I had ulterior motives. After all..."

He smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I can't afford to be accused of fabricating evidence."

My moody face is reflected on the surface of the tea.

Just as he was about to ask, the sudden applause in the banquet hall interrupted his thoughts.

In the dazzling light of the crystal chandelier, Gao Qingliang was bowing to the camera, and that hypocritical smile looked particularly glaring at this moment.

Bai Qinghong's thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and his gaze refocused on the direction of the rostrum.

At this time, the signing ceremony has quietly entered a critical stage. The spotlights are interwoven into a network, making the smiles of everyone on the stage particularly bright.

He clapped mechanically along with the crowd, but his eyes were always fixed on Zhou Qi beside him.

"Mr. Zhou gave me a pleasant surprise."

When the applause died down, he turned his pinky ring and said, "My fourth uncle has been giving me trouble over the years. This North Shore project was originally a trap set by me."

He paused for a moment, tapping the table with his fingertips: "Using the project to lock up his funding chain, what do you think of this move?"

Zhou Qi's eyebrows twitched slightly.

The other party's sudden frankness seemed like both a gesture of goodwill and a trap. He recalled the secret meeting invitation from Special Envoy Bai Sihai the day before. Bai Qinghong's test at this moment was obviously related to that undercurrent.

"In terms of capital turnover efficiency..."

Zhou Qi chuckled and shook his head, the rim of the crystal glass reflecting the gleam in his eyes: "The stock market is the real Shura field."

Seeing the other party's pupils shrink slightly, he continued: "Do you remember the market conditions we discussed when we first met?"

Bai Qinghong suddenly recalled the cocktail party half a month ago, where the person in front of him had predicted that the Shanghai Composite Index would experience a huge shock.

At that time I just thought it was a courtesy, but now I feel there is something else behind it.

"When the red candlestick becomes a death warrant..."

Zhou Qi dipped his hand in the wine and drew a broken line on the table: "While some people are jealous and chasing the rise, I am willing to provide Bai Shao with an accurate... weather forecast."

After he finished speaking, he wiped away the water marks, as if he had never drawn any picture.

This riddle made Bai Qinghong's back straighten.

He looked at Gao Qingliang who was chatting and laughing with reporters not far away, and suddenly realized the profound meaning of Zhou Qi's layout - this securities genius must have regarded the Bai family's secret war as a trading game.