Title: Reborn in Handong, Starting with an Investment in Gao Yuliang

Liang Qunfeng slammed the document on the table.

"Look at Zhang Long! The provincial freestyle fighting champion! A man who's killed people on the border!"

"You're sending Qi Tongwei, a recent graduate, to go head-to-head with these desperados?"

"What if... I mean, what if Qi Tongwei loses, or is seriously injured in the fight? What will the public say?"

"Where can I put my old face in front of the Provincial Party Committee and Secretary Lu?"

During the day, Liang Qunfeng made a solemn pledge at the Standing Committee meeting.

At this moment, the calm and worry of the late night have replaced it.

He was, after all, a father and an old man who had been navigating the political landscape for many years.

The higher you climb, the harder you fall.

Liang Cheng looked at his father's anxious expression, but his face remained completely calm.

With a relaxed expression, he picked up the purple clay teapot on the table and poured his father a cup of piping hot rock tea. The wafting aroma of the tea instantly diluted the smell of smoke in the room.

"Dad, don't worry."

Liang Cheng handed the teacup to his father.

"Tea should be sipped slowly, and things should be observed slowly."

His voice was calm yet powerful, carrying a composure beyond his years.

Do you think Qi Tongwei will lose?

Liang Qunfeng, holding his teacup, frowned and said, "It's not that I think he'll lose, it's that I'm afraid he will. There's always a chance of something going wrong."

"There's no 'what if'."

Liang Cheng's answer was resolute.

He walked to the window, looked at the deep night outside, and a confident smile appeared on his lips.

"Dad, do you know what the scariest person in the world is like?"

Before Liang Qunfeng could reply.

Liang Cheng then continued speaking to himself.

"Not those who are born at the top, nor those who wield great power."

"But people like Qi Tongwei."

"A genius who has been suppressed by fate for too long and trampled into the mud by reality, yet still refuses to bow his head."

"He's like a spring compressed to its limit. Give him a chance, and he can unleash power beyond everyone's imagination."

Liang Cheng turned around and looked intently at his father.

"I've had someone thoroughly investigate Zhang Long, the so-called provincial fighting champion."

"The methods are indeed unorthodox, but they are full of flaws, relying entirely on ruthlessness and brute force."

"This kind of person is a dragon when things are going well. But once they fall into adversity and their mind is thrown into chaos, they become a worm."

"Qi Tongwei will not only beat him, but he will win spectacularly, leaving Zhao Lichun speechless and making the entire Handong cheer for him!"

Liang Cheng's words were incredibly moving.

Liang Qunfeng looked at him.

The anxiety in my heart dissipated most of it without me even realizing it.

He took a sip of tea, and the scalding hot tea slid down his throat and into his stomach.

I felt warm all over.

"Where do you get such confidence, kid?"

Liang Cheng smiled but did not answer directly.

He took a document out of his briefcase and slowly unfolded it in front of his father.

That's not information about the martial arts competition.

Instead, it is a detailed one.

Map of the land in the southern suburbs of Jingzhou.

"dad."

Liang Cheng's voice was very low, carrying a hint of mystery.

"You should pay more attention to this land than to Qi Tongwei's martial arts competition."

He pointed to a vast wasteland on the map.

But in Liang Cheng's eyes, that place was a gold mine.

"A martial arts contest is about saving face."

"It was called to Zhao Lichun, to Secretary Lu, and to the whole of Handong."

"And this land is the foundation of our Liang family's future for the next ten, even twenty years!"

Liang Qunfeng's gaze.

I was instantly drawn to the map.

His brows were furrowed.

Not only because of the upcoming provincial public security skills competition, but also because of the groundbreaking request made by Liang Cheng.

Liang Cheng wants to take over that desolate wasteland in the southern suburbs of Jingzhou.

Liang Qunfeng stared in shock at his son sitting opposite him, his voice tinged with astonishment.

"Xiao Cheng, is your nose like a dog's?"

"The Standing Committee has only just reached an agreement on the development plan for the southern suburbs; the official documents haven't even left the meeting room yet. Why are you eyeing that area?"

Liang Cheng remained calm, as if he had expected his father to ask this question.

Instead of answering directly, he slowly spread the map out on the large rosewood desk.

Liang Cheng picked up the red pen on the table without the slightest hesitation.

A heavy circle was drawn around the southern suburbs of the map.

The movements were decisive and powerful.

"Dad, this isn't what you call well-informed."

Liang Cheng's gaze fell on the bright red circle, his eyes gleaming with ambition.

"This is an inevitable trend."

He pointed to the center of the map.

"The old town of Jingzhou is already saturated, and its development space is almost exhausted."

"To the north lies the foothills of the Yanshan Mountains, which are entirely mountainous, making development extremely difficult and costly."

The finger then moved westward.

"The area to the west is a heavy industrial zone with severe pollution. Transforming it would be time-consuming and laborious, and the losses would outweigh the gains."

Finally, Liang Cheng's finger fell heavily back into the red circle.

"Only heading south, where the terrain is flat and open, can lead to a future deep-water port."

Liang Cheng raised his head, meeting his father's surprised and uncertain gaze, and said, word by word:

"Therefore, this area will not only be the new urban area of ​​Jingzhou in the future, but also the CBD of the entire Handong Province, a central business district!"

"This place will be a treasure trove of trillions of dollars!"

Trillions!

treasure bowl!

These two words struck Liang Qunfeng's heart like a heavy hammer.

Even though he was the secretary of the provincial discipline inspection commission and had seen many storms.

At that moment, my heart skipped a beat.

He stared intently at the area on the map, an area that, in his memory, consisted only of dilapidated factories and barren farmland.

In my mind.

For the first time, a scene of towering buildings and bustling traffic came into view.

It must be admitted that Liang Cheng's insight is frighteningly sharp!

It even surpassed most of the people in the provincial party committee meeting room!

However, after the initial shock...

This was followed by deeper doubts.

Liang Qunfeng slowly shook his head and extinguished the cigarette in his hand.

Even if, even if you're right.

He organized his thoughts, trying to make his voice sound more rational.

"But that's a few years, or even ten years from now."

"What's the situation there now? It's a complete mess of mud! The Hongxing Machinery Factory and Shuguang Chemical Plant, those few half-dead state-owned enterprises, are on the verge of bankruptcy, and they can't even pay their workers' wages."

"If you enter the market now and throw money in, that's dead money! Do you know how much capital you're tying up?"

"That's not a small amount, not just a few million or tens of millions!"

Liang Qunfeng's voice unconsciously rose a few decibels.

He did not doubt his son's judgment, but he doubted his son's financial resources.

Even if you were to buy that land at rock-bottom prices, it would still require an astronomical sum.

Faced with her father's questioning.

Liang Cheng's gaze did not waver in the slightest; on the contrary, it became even more resolute.

He smiled.

His smile was nonchalant, yet it carried an air of absolute confidence.

"Dad, fortune favors the bold."

"It's precisely because no one is optimistic about that place right now, and because everyone's attention is drawn to Qi Tongwei's so-called big event, the martial arts competition."

"This is the perfect opportunity for me to quietly enter the market and buy at the bottom!"

Liang Cheng leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice, yet making it even more penetrating.

"By the time everyone realizes what's happening, the land prices there will be beyond our reach."

"As for funding..."

A slight smile curved Liang Cheng's lips.

He opened the seemingly ordinary briefcase again.

He took out a thin check from the hidden compartment.

It was gently pushed in front of Liang Qunfeng.

It was a bank cashier's check.

Liang Qunfeng's gaze fell on the promissory note.

The series of zeros made him a little dizzy.

"One hundred and twenty million yuan."

The string of numbers seemed to possess a magical power, freezing the air in the entire study.

Liang Qunfeng's fingers trembled slightly.

He practically picked up the promissory note, held it up to the lamp, and examined it carefully several times.

Every number and every stamp is crystal clear.

This money...

"Where did it come from?"

Liang Qunfeng's voice became hoarse and dry.

His biggest concern was the source of the money.