Rebirth 1990: The beginning is sweet and cool Bai Yueguang

Chapter 900 The Most Powerful Endorsement of Trust

The medical tray made a crisp thumping sound, and Zhou Qi took out the sterilized gauze and ointment.

Lin Xindie caught a glimpse of the cold light reflected by the medical supplies, grasped the corner of her clothes with her fingertips, took a half step back, and her neck stretched into a fragile arc.

Du Qianqian leaned against the carved cabinet, her nails unconsciously scratching the gold lacquer on the cabinet surface.

"Don't hide." The warmth of Zhou Qi's palm came through the thin shirt, and the blood-stained old bandage was carefully peeled off.

The hideous cross scar on the girl's lower back was exposed in the morning light, with fresh blood oozing from the scabs. It was obvious that she had just experienced a violent struggle.

Du Qianqian's gasp made Lin Xindie shrink, but she kept holding the cotton yarn tightly in her mouth and didn't whimper.

By the time the last piece of tape was firmly affixed, the morning light had already filled the window frames.

Zhou Qi took the cotton ball soaked with cold sweat out of the girl's mouth and found that there was not a trace of blood between the teeth marks - even he was secretly shocked by such inhuman self-control.

In the corridor, Du Qianqian grasped the cuff of her white coat, her nails almost digging into the fabric: "That scar is clearly a piercing wound from a sharp blade!"

"Fruit knife, stab vertically."

Zhou Qi turned the silver lighter and said, "It happened during the rainstorm last night."

"Because of her sister?"

"It's been ten years, and the last clue was lost at the Bangkok pier."

The crystal chandelier shattered into starlight in Du Qianqian's eyes.

She suddenly understood why Zhou Qi kept a half-foot thick missing person file locked in his study, and why there were always mysterious packages sent from Southeast Asia every month.

The girl curled up on the examination bed was just a piece of countless broken souls that he happened to pick up.

"Can't you just explain it clearly?"

She loosened her pearl necklace and bit her lower lip with her white teeth: "Why do you think I'm jealous?"

"Miss Du's suitors can line up from the Bund to Victoria Harbour."

Zhou Qi's fingertips brushed across the trembling heart-shaped butterfly hairpin in her hair: "Do you regret it?"

"Stop talking so much!"

She slapped the hand that was causing trouble and said, "That child needs professional psychological intervention. Do you think that just relying on..."

“Those who have truly been immersed in hell do not need a savior.”

Zhou Qi looked at the closed door. Lin Xindie was practicing her smile in front of the mirror. Every curve was so precise that it was creepy. "When she is ready, she will ask for painkillers."

Although she had not experienced it personally, Du Qianqian was not completely unaware of how events would develop.

If Lin Xindie can maintain self-discipline, the situation can still be controlled.

Out of a protective mentality, Zhou Qi chose to conceal Lin Xindie's true background - he didn't want to cause Du Qianqian any more worries.

This confrontation gave Du Qianqian a preliminary understanding of this mysterious woman.

At dawn, a figure who had been waiting for a long time was already standing downstairs of Hualong Teng'ao Group.

Gao Qingliang held the North Bank project book that was rushed out overnight, his eyes showing a hint of respect.

When the black car came to a complete stop, he quickly stepped forward and handed over the document: "Mr. Zhou, this is Dinghua's latest planning proposal."

Du Qianqian couldn't hide her surprise. This was the third time she had witnessed the transformation of this business veteran.

What surprised her even more was Zhou Qi's reaction - the usually humble boss turned a blind eye and walked straight past the bowing executive towards the elevator, only signaling the other person to follow with his eyes when they passed each other.

"Are you sure it's just a normal cooperation?"

Du Qianqian lowered her voice and saw Gao Qingliang, who was three steps behind, still looked normal. "He's like a completely different person."

Zhou Qi raised his lips slightly: "When the balance of interests tilts, smart people know how to adjust their attitude."

He pointed to the winding river on the plan and said: "This bridge is his token of surrender."

Du Qianqian suddenly realized: "Are you using the project progress to put pressure on me?"

“It’s more of a validation of value than a pressure.”

Zhou Qi looked at the figure behind him in the elevator mirror: "True cooperation has always been based on equal strength."

Du Qianqian frowned slightly and said, "This doesn't make sense. Why should Dinghua Group be controlled by us? Although the cross-river bridge can drive up the land price on the north bank, this bargaining chip alone is not enough..."

She hesitated for a moment and added: "Are you sure this move is not too risky?"

Zhou Qi tapped the table with his fingertips and said confidently: "The deterrent power of Gangcheng Group is the best bargaining chip."

At this time, the secretary hurried in to report that the representative of Dinghua Group had arrived at the reception room.

This news was like a stone thrown into calm water, causing ripples in the office area - ever since Hualong Teng'ao and Dinghua had openly competed, this business war had long become the focus of heated discussion throughout the company.

In the reception room, Gao Qingliang handed Zhou Qi the proposal he had prepared overnight.

The latter flipped through a few pages nonchalantly, and suddenly threw the document on the sandalwood desk, with the metal cufflinks making a crisp sound when they collided with the desktop: "Is this Dinghua's professional level? It's a waste of my time!"

This assessment is not entirely without reason.

In Zhou Qi's opinion, this plan that follows the traditional development model does lack novelty, but the deliberate denigration at this moment is actually a carefully designed psychological game.

He wanted to provoke this arrogant opponent, and when the resentment accumulated to a critical point, it would naturally turn into a reverse lobbying against Bai Qinghong.

At that time, the huge gap between facts and expectations will become the most powerful endorsement of trust.

Veins popped up on Gao Qingliang's neck and his knuckles turned white from being pinched.

His hard work, which he was so proud of, was trampled upon in this way, but he had to suppress his anger: "Please give me some advice on how to improve it, Mr. Zhou."

“Do you know how waste paper recycling stations deal with garbage?”

Zhou Qi walked to the French window and looked down at the river bank:

"Your plan places all bets on the transportation hub. What's the difference between this speculative thinking of reselling land and bargaining in the vegetable market?

Real commercial real estate requires creating demand, not just guarding the bridge and acting as a middleman.”

The glass curtain wall reflected Gao Qingliang's gloomy face. The whistle of the cargo ship on the river penetrated through the 23rd floor, adding a bit of solemnity to the confrontation.

Gao Qingliang gritted his teeth and asked, "Boss Zhou, do you want me to make a new proposal?"

Zhou Qi tapped the table with his fingertips: "Last time I gave you a chance to show your ability, but you ended up compiling the meeting minutes with lots of loopholes."

His pen suddenly tapped on the document: "Start recording now - the ten-kilometer east extension of the South Bank project is assigned to Dinghua, and the bridge construction is fully carried out according to their design drawings. After the connection with the provincial department is completed..."

"and many more!"

Gao Qingliang suddenly leaned on the edge of the table and said, "Hualong Teng'ao won't participate in the construction? And you want us to bear one-third of the construction cost?"

Zhou Qi threw his pen on the notebook: "Be aware of your identity."

The metal pen made a harsh sound on the glass tabletop:

"The 300 acres of commercial land at the beginning of the north bank will be transferred to Hualong Teng'ao, and Dinghua will be responsible for the development of the surrounding wasteland. I want to see the full implementation plan before sunrise tomorrow."

Gao Qingliang's temples were throbbing and his nails were almost digging into his palms.

At this moment, he was like a tiger trapped in a cage, with a domestic dog riding on his head and running wild.

If it were three years ago, he would have thrown this guy out of the 25th floor window.

"Boss Zhou, Chairman Bai will never agree to this..."