Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

He suddenly lowered his voice and said, "We met at the Sichuan and Chongqing Restaurant later. Your husband's Ducati was so good compared to my second-hand Yamaha that it made me embarrassed."

The fragments of memory suddenly came together.

Lin Ruixue recalled the man's shiny pointed leather shoes when they had a blind date three years ago, and the exaggerated leopard print skirt his female companion wore when they met by chance in a hotel.

The person standing two meters away at this moment is clearly a shy girl wearing a floral dress.

"Director Liu has changed his career to engineering now?"

She caught a glimpse of the words "project manager" on the other party's work ID.

Upon hearing this, Liu Gang immediately straightened his back, and the zipper of his handbag burst open, revealing half of the red-headed document.

"I've stopped staying at the steel mill for a long time!"

He took out a pack of soft Zhonghua cigarettes and handed them out one by one. Seeing that no one took them, he lit up himself: "I am the contractor for the third phase of the square project. The total budget is about three million."

Gray smoke rings floated toward the crystal chandelier on the ceiling. "Unlike some people who run fruit wholesale business, trucks go in and out of the factory every day. I heard that even the mall sign has been changed."

Lin Ruixue's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Isn’t Zhang Gong in charge of the square project?

Her husband Zhou Qi is also a shareholder of Gongzheng Construction. This realization made her purse her lips and lower her head to adjust the crooked bow on her daughter's coat.

"It is natural that reliable people should be in charge of key projects."

She smiled appropriately when she raised her eyes: "Manager Liu is so capable, he will definitely be able to do a great job on the project."

My eyes caught sight of the girl in the floral dress taking a photo of the price tag with her phone, and I suddenly remembered what Zhou Qi said before he left this morning:

"Mr. Zhang said that the square project needs to introduce a new supervisor, and the cement grades of some contractors should be checked."

Liu Gang raised his eyebrows with a smug look, and knocked on the marble countertop of the exhibition hall with his knuckles: "You don't know how strict the review of municipal projects is now. I was able to chew this hard bone."

He deliberately dragged out the last word, his fingertips tracing across the leather sofa in front of him: "The key is to have connections and the acceptance process. Those who understand will understand."

Lin Ruixue's fingers tightened slightly as she sorted the shelves.

Three months ago, she accompanied her husband Zhou Qi to attend the shareholders' meeting of Zhang Gongzheng's company. At this moment, the subtext in the other party's words was like a fine needle, suddenly piercing her heart.

The municipal square project is clearly Gongzheng Construction’s key project this year.

“Aren’t the acceptance criteria based on the contract?”

Han Juan suddenly interrupted, pressing the mattress springs in her hands until they creaked, "The organization has invested hundreds of millions of yuan to build a venue for the people, so we can't afford to be careless."

Liu Gang's mouth twitched twice, and he suddenly laughed out loud: "Auntie, your thinking is still stuck in 20 years ago, right?"

He walked over to the mattress display and kicked the promotional label with the tip of his leather shoe: "Just like this discounted product, the price is inflated and then discounted, but in the end, isn't it still sold at the original price?"

"You!" The spring scale in Han Juan's hand slammed against the iron frame.

"mom!"

Lin Ruixue quickly stepped forward and held her mother's shaking hands, then turned to stare at Liu Gang: "Does Mr. Zhang know that you guys are doing this? We have shares in Gongzheng Construction."

The air froze for half a second.

Liu Gang suddenly slapped his thigh and laughed: "Does Zhou Qi still have the time to care about these things now? I heard that he invested in a smart home project last year."

He made a gesture of fireworks exploding: "Bang! It's all gone to waste, right?"

The spotlights in the exhibition hall cast spots of light in front of Lin Ruixue's eyes.

She remembered that when Zhang Gongzheng came to visit her home last month, he praised Zhou Qi for his courage in transformation.

At this moment, the nails dug deep into the palms, and the sound of the fabric rubbing against each other suddenly became harsh.

"Zhou Qi is still stubborn."

Liu Gang took out a gold-plated lighter and flipped it between his fingers: "He was willing to take the project at the beginning, but now..."

At the moment the flames started, he caught a glimpse of the family photo on Lin Ruixue's phone screensaver and suddenly changed the subject: "But it's not too late now. I just happen to be in need of someone to check the materials at my construction site."

When Han Juan picked up the latex pillow on the display stand and threw it over, Lin Ruixue had already called the company's legal department.

As the latex product hit the explosion-proof glass, she suddenly remembered the special additional clause in the contract - all subcontractors must pass the headquarters' qualification review.

"Now you turn hostile and keep nagging me, and finally just walk away and ask us to go our separate ways?"

Han Juan suddenly raised her voice and shouted, "Liu Gang! Who allowed you to leave?"

Liu Gang, who was about to step out of the door, stopped and turned slowly: "What? Mr. Wang is not going to perform a live performance to claim compensation by falling to the ground, right? How about this..."

He took out his wallet and shook it: "I'll give you a few thousand dollars, so that you don't have to afford a decent mattress. It's really sad to see you like that."

Before he finished his words, there was a muffled "bang".

Before Lin Ruixue could see clearly what was happening, she saw Liu Gang hunched over, gasping for breath, with cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Rose retracting her long legs as if nothing had happened, her cold gaze like an ice blade.

"Oh my God! Why do you hit someone?"

The female companion who was accompanying her screamed and wanted to take out her cell phone: "I want to call the police! You guys..."

"Snapped!"

The loud sound of a slap cut off the shouting.

Rose moved so fast that no one had time to react. In the blink of an eye, she was standing in front of the other person. The female companion stumbled and hit the wall, and her phone fell to the ground.

"How dare you..." The female companion covered her red and swollen cheeks and suddenly pounced on her fiercely, her sharp nails hitting Rose's face.

Rose calmly dodged the attack by moving sideways and slapped him again with her backhand.

This time the force was stronger, knocking the opponent to the ground, with his carefully styled curly hair scattered in disarray and his carefully drawn eyeliner blurred into panda eyes.

The whole space suddenly became so quiet that you could hear the movement of the watch hands.

The woman staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground, her right cheek burning.

The swollen facial muscles squeezed the corners of her eyes, making her vision blurred. If her best friend saw her in such a miserable state, she would probably laugh at her for the entire three-month validity period of her beauty card.

"Ugh."

She suddenly howled, her carefully styled curly hair sticking to her tear-stained face, and her ten fingers tightly grasped Liu Gang's clothes: "What kind of man are you! Watching your own woman being beaten into a pig's head by a crazy woman."

At this time, Liu Gang was hunched over and gasping for breath, with suspicious water stains faintly visible on the crotch of his custom-made trousers.

The residual force of the crotch-kicking kick was still there, and every step he took felt like he was walking on the tip of a knife.

Stealing a glance at Rose who was hugging her arms across from her, the butterfly knife twirling between the woman's fingertips was shining brightly, and it was obvious that she was a martial artist.

"Okay. You guys have guts!"

He dragged his crying mistress backwards towards the elevator, his crocodile leather shoes leaving funny drag marks on the floor: "Wait for me to call Brother Qi."

"Mom, your heart?" Lin Ruixue frantically searched for quick-acting heart pills, but was interrupted by her mother-in-law's hearty laughter.

Han Juan stood with her hands on her hips, looking at the two people fleeing in panic. The crow's feet at the corners of her eyes showed her joy: "It's great! It's more comfortable than square dancing!"

He turned around and patted Rose's shoulder: "Girl, your grappling skills are beautiful. Can you teach me, an old woman, someday?"

As the old lady spoke, she glanced out the window and happened to see Liu Gang's Porsche scrape the fire hydrant while reversing.

Comparing it with the customized Phaeton that his son-in-law Zhou Qi brought back last month, he couldn't help but shake his head: "No matter how expensive a car a nouveau riche drives, he is still a country bumpkin at heart."