Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

Compared with Du Qianqian and Li Jiaxin's strategic decision-making roles, Qiao Xuying has experienced the practical training of the company's early stage.

Since the establishment of the brand, she has led the solution of more than 87% of operational crises. These business wisdoms personally taught by Zhou Qi are gradually being transformed into standardized management processes of the enterprise.

In view of the development needs of Hualong's diversified business matrix, cultivating Lin Xindie as Qiao Xueying's strategic deputy has dual value:

It not only inherits the core management experience of the enterprise, but also builds an efficient collaboration system. The tacit understanding between the two people working together for a long time will effectively improve the efficiency of cross-departmental collaboration.

Qiao Xuying put her arm around Lin Xindie's shoulder and said jokingly, "Sister Lin, I won't show mercy."

“That’s exactly what I was looking forward to.”

Lin Xindie's eyes sparkled with curiosity: "I'm sorry to trouble you, Senior Sister."

Qiao Xueying turned to Zhou Qi and asked, "Does President Zhou have any special instructions on the direction of training?"

“Full-dimensional capability building.”

Zhou Qi stood up and paced: "If you can pass the assessment, the Beijing intermediary business headquarters will be handed over to Xiaodie to operate."

This talent echelon construction plan implies dual incentives:

It not only plans career prospects for Lin Xindie, but also reserves management force for the company's regional expansion.

Regarding Hualong's electrical appliance business layout, Zhou Qi believes that it is necessary to wait for the four major group systems to fully mature, and currently it should focus on optimizing core businesses rather than blindly expanding.

The sound of a vibrating cell phone broke the silence, and an unfamiliar number flashed on the screen.

Zhou Qi stared at the caller ID, tapped his fingertips on the table for two beats before pressing the answer button: "Who is this?"

"Hello Mr. Zhou, sorry to call you."

A female voice came with a gentle but distant feeling: "If it's convenient, I would like to invite you for afternoon tea."

Zhou Qi tapped the table with his knuckles. It was quite novel that the other party invited him without even revealing his identity.

Just as he was about to speak, the other party suddenly added: "Excuse me, I represent the Jianghu Association."

The ending tone has a barely perceptible tremor, as if holding some invaluable bargaining chip.

These three words made Zhou Qi's pupils shrink slightly.

Before he became successful, he had heard rumors about this mysterious organization - it was said to be a chamber of commerce, but in fact it was like the hidden sect in martial arts novels.

The entry threshold is ridiculously high. Not only does one need to have a net worth of tens of billions, but one also needs to have a clean family background for three generations.

Three of the top ten richest people on the Forbes list last year wore their gilded badges.

"I've heard a little about it." Zhou Qi remained calm, his eyes sweeping across the Wall Street Journal's report on the North Shore land on the wall.

The fact that this node came to him was definitely related to that piece of prime land.

"Do you need a car to pick you up?"

"Send the address." After hanging up, Zhou Qi looked at the neon lights of CBD outside the window and fell into deep thought.

Although he didn't need to cling to any power now, it was worthwhile to pay attention to the fact that this organization, which had been dormant for a hundred years, could take the initiative to help.

"Who's calling?" Qiao Xuying leaned against the door with a cup of coffee, her silk nightgown gleaming with pearly luster in the morning light.

Du Qianqian put down the financial report and looked up: "Jiang Hu Hui? It sounds like a martial arts drama crew."

"The Hong Kong business district has always been closed, so we don't have much contact with them."

Li Jiaxin took off her Bluetooth headset, and her diamond earrings flashed a cold light: "But I heard that they helped the Wang family settle a cross-border merger case last year. They have considerable power."

She stood up and adjusted her Hermès scarf: "I'll go with you. Old-time forces like this love to hold a Hongmen Feast."

Qiao Xuying's fingertips unconsciously stroked the edge of the teacup, and the steaming heat blurred the worry in her eyes.

As a benchmark figure in Hong Kong's business community, she is well aware that her identity can be both a shield and a burden in certain situations.

"No need."

Zhou Qi gently placed the celadon teacup on the pearwood table and glanced at the two business partners: "If the other party is really sincere, they won't care about the negotiation. But you..."

He paused deliberately: "Veco Group and Qingyuan Capital have just completed a strategic reorganization recently. Exposing their relationship now will easily lead to speculation from the outside world."

Qiao Xuying and Qin Qianqian exchanged understanding glances, but before they could speak, they were interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps.

Lin Xindie clutched the special leather case she had just taken out of the safe, the dark iron pattern glowing coldly under the light: "I'll go with you."

As the black sedan drove into the manor shaded by sycamore trees, dusk was flowing along the flying eaves and brackets.

This courtyard, which incorporates the essence of Lingnan architecture, exudes a sense of mystery - the carved copper door is equipped with an iris recognition system, and metal reflections can be vaguely seen under the Taihu stone rockery.

Zhou Qi squinted his eyes to look at the bronze wind chimes hanging on the eaves. It turned out that the engraving on it was not an ordinary auspicious pattern.

The woman leading the way was wearing a Suzhou embroidered cheongsam, the dark patterns of brocade flowing and shining with her steps.

She maintained a proper distance, neither greeting nor making small talk, and only stopped suddenly when passing by the hanging flower gate: "Ms. Lin's butterfly knife, can you keep it for a while?"

Lin Xindie's pupils shrank slightly, and her knuckles clasped the secret pocket next to her body.

Zhou Qi had already calmly crossed the threshold, and his voice came through the wind: "Tell your master that sincerity should not be seen with the flash of a knife."

They passed through the triple moon-shaped gate, and the corridors along the waterside pavilions were filled with a unique scent of ambergris and electronic incense.

When the last bamboo curtain was lifted, the data stream jumping on the projection screen formed an absurd contrast with the thread-bound books on the desk.

The corners of Zhou Qi's lips curled up in a playful arc - this meeting was indeed more interesting than expected.

The lights in the pavilions in the center of the lake are as bright as day, and the water waves reflect the warm light from the carved window lattices.

Zhou Qi walked closer on the bluestone steps and caught a glimpse of a gaunt old man sitting inside the hollow door, with two waiters in plain clothes standing under the eaves with their hands hanging down.

The leading woman stepped over the threshold with lotus steps and reported softly, "Mr. Liao, the distinguished guest has arrived."

The old man raised his head from between the thread-bound volumes, his silver hair and beard gleaming in the candlelight.

His eyebrows and eyes were relaxed like a hermit in an ink painting, and his soft official language, which was unique to Suzhou and Hangzhou, was full of bookish air: "Mr. Zhou, I've been waiting for you."

Zhou Qi's eyes swept over the teacup in the other person's hand, and the clear yellow tea soup swayed gently in the celadon.

Lin Xindie understood and retreated to the corridor, where the copper bells on the eaves rang in the night wind.

The old man tapped lightly on the sandalwood table opposite him. A gilded incense burner on the table was emitting smoke from the incense.

The indigo cover of "Emperor's Style" was faintly visible in the candlelight, and Zhou Qi picked up the teacup and took a sip.

The old man stroked the yellowed pages with his knuckles. "In the Twelve Chapters of the Zhenguan Instructions, Emperor Taizong said, 'Although preparing for war and preventing invasion is important for the country, I only want you to be self-disciplined.'"

He suddenly raised his eyes, a gleam of light flashing in his eyes: "Mr. Zhou, do you have any opinion on this sentence?"

Zhou Qi stroked the rim of the cup with his fingertips, and the mist blurred his vision.

The details of the operation of Tiansheng Group half a month ago flashed through his mind. Those sophisticated market hunting strategies actually coincided with the emperor's mind.

He put down the teacup and chuckled, "Emperor Taizong taught the crown prince to use both kindness and authority. I am just following the ancient sage's way of balance."

A night wind suddenly blew outside the eaves, and Liao Laoguang's sleeves fluttered slightly as he closed the book.

The maid quietly added new tea, and Zhou Qi noticed that she had a Hetian jade Si Nan pendant hanging around her waist - that was the symbol of a servant of a prominent family in the south of the Yangtze River.