Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

The black license plate with a leopard head logo hurt his eyes, and what was even more terrifying were the two bodyguards behind Zhou Qi.

The woman in the cheongsam had calluses on her knuckles, and the bulge on the back of the young man with a flat head clearly showed that he had seen blood.

"Mr. Zhou, please listen to my explanation!"

There were two sweat stains under the armpits of Liu Zhiqiang's suit: "Today is a complete misunderstanding. Look at me."

The tail end of the note was cut off by the sound of leather rubbing against each other, and the sound of Zhou Qi taking off his gloves made his whole body stiffen.

The air suddenly stagnated, followed by four resounding slaps.

The first blow made his gold-rimmed glasses fly off: "Who gave you the courage to insult my mother?"

The second palm strike caused the BMW alarm to sound suddenly: "Who allowed you to disturb my wife?"

The third palm with the cold light of cufflinks: "You still want to give me a job? Huh?"

The fourth palm slapped out a mouth full of blood: "You dare to call yourself king with a 20 million project?"

Xiao Chao handed over a hot towel at the right time and lowered his voice: "Brother Qi, you have to use the base of your palm to slap someone."

He demonstrated by chopping his palm in the air, and the air flow swept across Liu Zhiqiang's red and swollen cheek: "This is both loud and will not hurt the wrist bones."

Zhou Qi slowly wiped the blood stains from between his fingers and glanced at the thugs who were silent in the corner.

Rose had gone around to the back of the crowd at some point, and the tip of her high heels was gently tapping the wrist of a gangster who was trying to touch a cell phone.

"Mr. Liu should improve his memory."

Zhou Qi threw the red towel on the hood and said, "Didn't you learn your lesson from what happened at Gongzheng Branch last time? Or did you?"

He suddenly took a step closer and asked, "Do you need me to ask Director Wang to help you recall?"

Liu Zhiqiang's knees went weak and he knelt on the broken glass, finally digging out that rainy night from the depths of his memory.

With police lights flashing, the man in front of me walked out of the main entrance of the Municipal Bureau holding a black umbrella, followed by three handcuffed developers.

Zhou Qi frowned and asked, "What should we do specifically?"

Before he finished his words, Xiao Chao suddenly raised his hand and slapped him loudly. The crisp sound of the slap echoed in the room.

Liu Zhiqiang, who was slumped on the ground, was knocked to one side by the sudden force, his glasses hanging crookedly on his face, and he fell into deeper panic.

Seeing Zhou Qi raise his arm in the same way, Liu Zhiqiang hurriedly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and begged: "Boss Zhou! For the sake of our old relationship, please show mercy."

His swollen cheeks made his originally greasy tone sound ridiculously slurred.

"Favor?" Zhou Qi's fingertips stopped in mid-air.

I had felt that this person's eyes and eyebrows were familiar before, and now the memory finally emerged clearly - eight years ago in the steel plant cafeteria, the deputy director of the workshop who always liked to get close to the leader and serve tea and water.

Liu Zhiqiang caught the change in the other person's expression and hurriedly said, "When you cut the ribbon for your new store, I specially gave you a red envelope of 8888!"

He deliberately described the insignificant workplace social event of that year as a life-and-death friendship, his bloodshot eyes rolling around.

Zhou Qi lifted the other person's chin with the tip of his leather shoe: "Tell me about the tricks of the square project."

The metal toe of the shoe rubbed dangerously against his Adam's apple.

Liu Zhiqiang's throat rolled, mistakenly thinking that this new business tycoon wanted to take a piece of the pie, and he immediately became excited: "As long as we can get through the supervision link, we can use inferior building materials as brand-name ones and resell them for seven-digit profits."

Listening to the other party's excited description of the bribery method, Zhou Qi's forehead veins throbbed slightly.

He took out his cell phone and pressed the speed dial. After three rings, Zhang Gongzheng's cheerful greeting came: "What's up, Brother Qi?"

“Who is in charge of the square project?”

The cold question cut off the pleasantries. There was a two-second pause on the other end of the line, and the background music suddenly stopped: "It's just the normal bidding process."

"All contractors are terminated with immediate effect."

Zhou Qi's every word was like ice: "Come to my office in person."

Before the other party could explain, the call was cut off. Twenty kilometers away, Zhang Gong was holding the suddenly silent phone, and cold sweat broke out on the back of his neck.

The low voice coming from the other end of the phone line made Liu Zhiqiang feel cold on his back, and the busy tone at the end of the call seemed to announce his doom.

When he realized that the municipal square project was actually in Zhou Qi's hands, he trembled and held the phone tightly, apologizing repeatedly:

"Mr. Zhou, please listen to my explanation! This misunderstanding was caused by the wrong message from my subordinates. I will accept any punishment you want! This project really went through the formal process. I put the down payment for my wedding house on it."

"Formal process?"

Zhou Qi stood in the dust at the construction site and sneered, flicking the ash with his fingertips:

"At 3pm last Thursday, you entered the supervisor's office carrying a black travel bag. Do you need to check the surveillance video for you to review?"

Seeing the other person's face turn pale in an instant, he stamped out the cigarette butt:

“Since you mentioned the acceptance criteria, a professional team will retest tomorrow. As for the concrete that was cut corners…”

Liu Zhiqiang staggered to catch up to explain, but was knocked over into a pile of sand and gravel by Xiao Chao with one hand.

As the three black cars drove away one after another, he slumped down on the dirt and stared at the direction where the taillights disappeared, and was suddenly enveloped by shadows.

The thugs who had been beaten up earlier were surrounding them.

"Brother Gang, we have to go to the hospital to check on these injuries."

The tattooed man in the lead kicked away the bricks at his feet and said, "According to the rules of the underworld, the loss of work wages plus the medical expenses... we have to make it an even number, right?"

Seeing Liu Zhiqiang huddled up with his head in his hands, he squatted down, grabbed the man by the collar and laughed sinisterly:

"Do you really think you are still a favorite of Boss Zhou? Believe it or not, I will help you to make ends meet right now?"

In the pickup truck that was still running in the distance, Rose handed the binoculars to Zhou Qi in the back seat: "Do you want to intervene?"

"Not urgent."

Zhou Qi flipped through the engineering inspection report he had just received: "Wait for them to hand over the chain of evidence themselves."

Liu Zhiqiang dug his fingers deep into his palms, watching the circle formed by the five thugs gradually tighten.

The bald tattooed man in the lead hit his palm with a steel pipe. The sound of metal collision was particularly harsh in the empty warehouse: "Brother, if you can't show your sincerity today."

Suddenly, he caught sight of the surveillance camera in the corner, and his tone suddenly turned cold: "My brothers' tempers are not as easy to talk to as mine."

"The scar on my face is still swollen!"

The heavily made-up woman suddenly interrupted in a sharp voice, her carefully painted red nails almost poking Liu Zhiqiang's nose.

Liu Zhiqiang staggered back half a step, his back against the cold iron wall, and a biting chill ran up his spine.

These partners who were once brothers now looked like ghosts with their distorted faces under the pale light.

The black Mercedes rolled over the asphalt road that had not dried after the rain, and Zhou Qi's palms, which were tightly gripping the steering wheel, had blue veins bulging slightly.

Seeing his wife's hesitant expression in the rearview mirror, he was the first to break the silence: "The square project may be more complicated than expected."

Amid the sound of tires rolling over puddles, Lin Ruixue clenched the leather bag on her lap, and the scene of the construction team's riot half a month ago suddenly flashed back to her mind.

"You mean Mr. Zhang?"

She spoke tentatively, her well-maintained nails unconsciously scratching the crocodile leather texture.

Zhou Qi glanced at the flashing warning lights on the dashboard, and thought of the abnormal cement usage data in the engineering department's report last week. His Adam's apple rolled slightly: "We'll know when we meet later."