Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

"Brother Qi, what did you just want to talk to me about?" Ma Yuan turned and looked at Zhou Qi.

These words stunned the Lin family collectively - it turned out that what seemed like a big deal to them was just a small episode that others dealt with by the way.

Zhou Qi pointed to the file bag on the table and said, "This is it."

The familiar conversation between the two made Lam Ka-tung's eyes widen.

He noticed that Ma Yuancai's watch was glowing coldly under the chandelier: "Two...two hundred and twenty thousand." Lin Taoping's voice was tense.

"Round it up to thirty."

Zhou Qi raised his chin towards Ma Yuancai and said, "Ask the legal department to draft a guaranteed profit distribution agreement."

Ma Yuan immediately understood what he meant - this was giving the Lin family a cash cow for free.

He immediately took out his business card and said, "Uncle, leave me your contact information. I'll ask the regional manager to contact you."

As he spoke, he took out a notebook from his briefcase, on which were densely written the table turnover rate and average customer spending.

Zhou Qi raised his eyebrows and took the notebook, his fingertips running across the immature but serious data analysis.

He was somewhat surprised by the young people’s understanding of supply chain management, but when it came to the key nodes of cold chain logistics, the confused looks of the Lin family’s father and son made him sigh secretly.

"How about a celebration party?"

Lin Taoping rubbed his hands to break the silence: "Is the Hongxi Restaurant still open? In the past, people who could have a table in the private room on the second floor were all respectable people."

He turned to look at his son, who was staring in a daze at the cost structure chart Zhou Qi drew on a napkin.

"It's now called Hongxi Restaurant."

Lin Jiadong responded without even looking up, and suddenly pointed to a certain part of the drawing: "Mr. Zhou, is this loss rate calculated incorrectly?"

"How about we go with this one?" Lin Taoping suggested, touching his chin.

The father and son cooperated tacitly and decided on the dinner location in no time. Zhou Qi and his group did not say much when they saw this.

When they stepped into Hongxi Restaurant, Lin Taoping and his family couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

They carefully examined the carved screens and gilded chandeliers as if they were visiting a museum, and stopped from time to time in front of the pillars inlaid with mica.

Lin Taoping stood beside the bronze door knocker, his eyes following Zhou Qi as he parked his car.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up: "Hey! Isn't this Boss Ma!"

The middle-aged man walking towards me looked confused, but soon put on a professional smile: "Who are you?"

"Nangang Lin Taoping!"

Lin Taoping quickly stepped forward and shook the other person's hand: "Back then, I often brought my brothers to show my support. Do you remember the time when we drank until dawn in the Peony Hall?"

Ma Kui's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he turned to the foreman and said, "Open a VIP room for this gentleman, with a 20% discount."

"You're too kind!"

Lin Taoping straightened his suit proudly: "I just went back to my hometown to visit my relatives, and the first thing I thought of was to support my old friend's business."

At this time, a clear copper bell sounded from the revolving door.

When Zhou Qi walked into the lobby with Lin Ruixue, Ma Kui suddenly seemed to be paused.

He shook off Lin Taoping's hand and rushed to Zhou Qi in two steps, bending his waist almost to his knees: "Mr. Zhou, your presence really makes our shop shine!"

The entire lobby suddenly became quiet, with tiny specks of dust floating in the halo of the crystal chandelier.

Ma Kui's voice suddenly rose: "Prepare the best private room immediately! Bring the thirty-year-old wine in my office! Everyone in the kitchen is on standby!"

When he turned around, the hem of his suit drew a sharp arc in the air: "Remember this clearly, Mr. Zhou is our most distinguished customer, and you will always enjoy free bill treatment!"

Zhou Qi frowned slightly: "We are just here to have a homely meal, there is no need to make such a fuss."

"Please don't misunderstand me!" Ma Kui hurriedly stepped aside to make way, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. "This way, please. Be careful of the steps."

He followed closely, as if the person in front of him was not a diner but a king on inspection.

This businessman, whose property was forcefully acquired by Zhou Qi in the past, now engraved awe into every arc of his bow.

Ma Kui's hands were suspended in mid-air, his Adam's apple rolled twice before he found his voice again: "Uncle. Please come in?"

This sudden name made the air freeze for half a second.

He suddenly grabbed Lin Taoping's hand, sweat oozing out of his palm: "Brother Pingtao! I just told the guys that it's been a while since we last saw you come over to sit down. Why are you being so polite now that you're here?"

As he spoke, he glanced in Zhou Qi's direction and a flush appeared on the back of his neck.

Lin Taoping was forced to take a step back by this sudden enthusiasm. His years of experience at the docks told him that Boss Ma's completely opposite attitudes were closely related to the silent young man.

He was just about to speak when there was a sudden crisp sound of a wine bottle falling to the ground in the booth next to him.

"Which big Buddha has arrived?"

The drunk with dyed yellow hair stood up by holding onto the table, the gold chain around his neck jingling. “Even when our brother Zhang was here, I didn’t see Boss Ma being so attentive.”

Seven or eight men with tattoos of blue dragons and white tigers pushed and shoved to their feet, and the cheap leather seats made a harsh friction sound on the ground.

Ma Kui quickly stepped between the two parties, forcing a flattering smile on his greasy round face: "Brothers, all the drinks today are on me."

Before he could finish his words, the drunk opened his mouth and the pungent smell of alcohol rushed straight to Lin Taoping's door.

"Dad, let's go to the old store on East Street."

Zhou Qi suddenly spoke, his fingertips lightly resting on his wife's bulging belly.

Lin Ruixue understood and took a half step behind her husband, the folds of her maternity dress trembling slightly in the air-conditioning.

Lin Taoping was surprised to find his back against the cold tile wall. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded rapidly, "Yes, there is a new one in the west of the city."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a drunk man spitting: "Why are you leaving? Do you look down on us brothers?"

When Zhou Qi turned around, the airflow from his windbreaker brushed over Ma Kui's trembling knees.

He always used half of his body to protect his wife. When passing the cashier counter, he folded Lin Ruixue's fallen scarf into a barrier to protect her waist.

The setting sun was just right outside the glass door, stretching their shadows into long shield shapes.

Just as the family members took a few steps forward, they heard a drunken shout from behind: "Stop. Stop! Isn't that quite impressive?"

With the sound of glass breaking, the wine bottle exploded in front of Zhou Qi and his wife, and the flying fragments streaked across Lin Ruixue's skirt.

"Ah!" Lin Ruixue screamed and took a half step back, feeling a sharp pain in her calf.

Zhou Qi immediately supported his wife and checked: "Are you hurt?"

After receiving a negative answer, Lin's mother urged tremblingly: "Let's go, Xiaochuan."

Veins bulged on Zhou Qi's forehead. He took out his cell phone, dialed the number and said only four words "Hongxi Restaurant" before hanging up.

He turned around and said soothingly, "Take mom and dad back to the car first."

But his wife grabbed his sleeve tightly and said, "Don't be impulsive, they are drunk!"

At this time, the drunks had surrounded them, and the hotel waiter and Ma Kui were trying their best to dissuade them.

The leader grabbed Father Lin by the collar and breathed in alcohol: "Who are you from? Tell me your name!"

There were still sober people among the accomplices who apologized repeatedly, but were pushed away instead.

"This brother has recognized the wrong person."

Father Lin's face turned pale as he tried to defend himself. But the drunk man became even more arrogant: "Coward! If you kowtow to Master Zhang and admit your mistake, I'll let you go."

Before he finished speaking, the man who walked out of the box suddenly froze in place.

"Brother Chuan Qi? Sister-in-law? Uncle and aunt?" The man surnamed Zhang sobered up instantly and looked at the people in front of him in disbelief.