Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

In the photo, the husband is standing in the center of the press conference. Beside him, besides representatives of Hong Kong businessmen, there are also several beautiful working ladies with exquisite makeup.

"Uncle Du's heart?"

She suddenly spoke, her fingertips pointing at Du Qianqian's profile.

"It's all right now."

Zhou Qi took over the conversation: "Last time, the project was stuck in the environmental assessment stage. Now that the approval has come down, Brother Du seems to have become ten years younger."

The moonlight shone through the gauze curtain onto his wife's slightly bulging belly. Zhou Qi placed his palm over it and said, "As for you, the cotton mill is now under the watchful eye of Director Zhang. The most important thing is to rest assured and take care of your pregnancy."

Lin Ruixue grabbed her husband's wrist and shook it gently: "It is said that progesterone can affect memory. After the baby is born, I am afraid that I won't even be able to understand the financial statements. If you want to enter the overseas market..."

Before she finished speaking, the man smiled and interrupted her: "The preparation for the Hong Kong City branch will take at least half a year. By then, it will be a good time for you, the financial director, to make a comeback."

In the morning light, Lin Dong looked at his son-in-law adjusting his suit, and was hesitant to speak.

Zhou Qi buttoned up his cuffs knowingly: "Dad, I have an appointment with my second uncle for morning tea today."

The old man's tense shoulders relaxed instantly. He watched the black car drive out of the yard. He turned to his wife and sighed, "This kid has figured out all the twists and turns in our family."

The speed of business expansion far exceeded expectations.

Looking at the busy loading and unloading vehicles outside the office window, Lin Ruixue's fingertips unconsciously stroked the rim of the coffee cup.

Inspur Group is about to set up a new headquarters in the port city, participate in international fashion weeks in succession, and launch a factory acquisition plan. The weight of the county production base is gradually decreasing.

The clothing quality inspection system that I once established with my own hands is now losing its original temperature like this cup of cooling coffee.

Zhou Qi gently placed the financial statement on the coffee table and caught a glimpse of the sadness between his wife's brows.

Since the restructuring of the cotton mill, he has clearly watched this intelligent woman grow from a workshop director to an independent manager, and he understands her confusion at the moment even more.

"Do you remember the management manuals you helped me compile when Jingshan Software was first established?"

He poured a fresh cup of tea and pushed it over: "What we need now is a general who can command the overall situation."

Lin Ruixue's eyelashes trembled twice: "You mean..."

"Assistant Cao's monthly report analysis is becoming more and more methodical."

Zhou Qi pulled up the data chart on his phone: "From the brewery to the smart home sector, the financial data of each branch is summarized and refined by him. But this position should belong to someone who knows me better."

He looked into his wife's eyes with burning eyes: "Are you willing to be my Xiao He?"

The office suddenly became so quiet that the hum of the central air conditioner could be heard.

Lin Ruixue's fingertips slid across the covers of management works. "Organizational Behavior" and "Strategic Decision-making Practice", the books she read in her spare time, suddenly took on a whole new meaning.

“But I don’t even have an ERP system…”

"So we're going to Book City tomorrow?"

Zhou Qi smiled and interrupted her: "By the way, pick out some fairy tale books for Nuonuo. Recently, she keeps saying that her father was eaten by a computer. We have to prove that the chairman also visits bookstores."

With a chuckle, Lin Ruixue suddenly held down her husband's hand as he was packing up the documents:

"In fact, you had planned it a long time ago, right? Last time, you suddenly sent me MBA course materials, and last month you arranged a seminar between me and Assistant Cao..."

The setting sun shining through the French windows gilded the outlines of the two people. Zhou Qi held her hand and said, "A good leader should always prepare a path for the team to rise."

He pretended to be serious and lowered his voice: "But this time, if the students don't learn well, the teacher will visit their homes."

"How does Teacher Chen plan to conduct the assessment?" The familiar fighting spirit rekindled in Lin Ruixue's eyes.

"Start by helping your husband review these mergers and acquisitions?"

Zhou Qi pushed the plan for the Hong Kong City project in front of her and said, "I may have to trouble Mr. Ye to work overtime tonight."

The management books on the bookshelf were illuminated by warm light. The latest one was opened to the chapter "Corporate Strategic Transformation". A note was sandwiched between the pages, with someone's powerful handwriting on it: "I know you will live up to my trust."

After sending their daughter Nuonuo to school early in the morning, Zhou Qi and his wife Lin Ruixue decided to wander around the city on a whim.

When passing by Xinhua Bookstore, the neatly stacked new books in the glass window attracted their attention.

Amid the sound of wind chimes set off by Lin Ruixue's opening of the door, the two began their book-buying journey.

Zhou Qi picked up a few historical books and placed them at the cashier counter, but saw his wife directing the clerk to pack piles of books.

Hardcover books on business management and marketing strategies soon filled up three shopping baskets. Lin Ruixue's eyes sparkled as she counted the books, as if the aroma of the ink could turn into tangible help.

Zhou Qi leaned against the imitation mahogany bookshelf and chuckled, his fingertips stroking the gold-embossed spine of the "Zizhi Tongjian" he had just paid for, but he did not interrupt his wife's enthusiasm after all.

On the way back, the roar of machinery prompted Zhou Qi to slow down.

Through the half-open car window, you can see tower cranes standing on the construction site hundreds of meters away and concrete mixer trucks spitting out mortar.

“Organize a planned civic square.”

Lin Ruixue was flipping through the catalog of the newly purchased books. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and turned to her husband: "Didn't Gongzheng and his company inform you about the project they undertook?"

Memories turned like pages of a book, and Zhou Qi recalled the meeting with Zhang Gong in the teahouse a month ago.

At that time, I had just met this old friend regarding Nono's school selection, and he did mention the plan of contracting the land.

However, at that time, he was busy with the nationwide layout of his chain hotpot restaurants, and the reconstruction project of the grain warehouse’s staff buildings also took up his energy, so he entrusted the real estate sector to him.

"Maybe I mentioned that I've been too busy lately."

Zhou Qi looked at the orange safety helmets moving around the construction site, and a smile of relief appeared on his lips.

Lin Ruixue closed the gold-stamped cover of Business Blue Ocean Strategy and tapped the ancient book on his knees with her fingertips:

"Defu sent us two boxes of Yangcheng Lake hairy crabs the day before yesterday. If they are kept in the freezer, the taste will be tainted. The last time you three toasted was on the day of the ribbon-cutting ceremony for his hotpot restaurant, right?"

The car's Bluetooth suddenly rang, and Lin Dongzhong's full-throated voice broke through the memories: "Ruixue, your uncle and his family have been here for half an hour, bringing walnut cakes from Jinzhong..."

The wheels rolled over the fallen leaves of the sycamore trees and turned toward the west of the city.

When you open the door, the sweet aroma of sugar-roasted chestnuts mixed with the mellow aroma of Wuyi Rock Tea hits you in the face.

Gift boxes with the words "Jinzhong Specialties" printed on them are neatly stacked at the entrance, and the oil paper wrappings of the small fried dough twists exude a nostalgic atmosphere.

In the living room, Lin Taoping, who was wearing a Zhongshan suit, was holding a purple clay teapot and talking about ancient times. When he saw Zhou Qi come in, he hurriedly stood up, causing the rattan coffee table to jingle.

"Uncle, please take a seat. You must have had a hard journey."

Zhou Qi quickly stepped forward to support his elder, and out of the corner of his eye he saw his cousin Lam Ka Tung standing by the window in a suit and tie.

When this young man who had just taken over the family business last year handed over the gilded business card, the scent of ink still lingered on his fingertips: "Brother-in-law, my new project in Taiyuan..."

The setting sun shone through the gauze curtains, casting fragments of gold on the tea. Zhou Qi picked up the celadon cup and sniffed the tea, while the conversations and laughter of two generations intertwined in his ears.