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

The commotion at the Jinling Grand Hotel was truly enormous.

The sight of mountains of cash was impossible to hide.

Less than two hours.

This news spread like wildfire.

The news spread throughout the officialdom of Jingzhou.

The compound of the Jingzhou Municipal Government.

In a spacious and bright office.

Zhao Lichun listened to his secretary's report with a furrowed brow.

"You mean that company called Qingyu Foods held some kind of conference and collected 30 million on the spot?"

"Yes, Secretary Zhao."

The secretary whispered, "Furthermore, according to reliable sources, the actual controller behind this company is..."

"It's Liang Qunfeng's youngest son, Liang Cheng."

Zhao Lichun's eyes narrowed sharply.

The pen that was being used to review documents in his hand stopped in mid-air.

"Liang Cheng?"

"That good-for-nothing playboy?"

Zhao Lichun gave a cold laugh.

"Thirty million... such a large amount, it could very well be illegal fundraising."

"They are using Liang Qunfeng's name to amass wealth on the outside."

"If this gets out..."

"Hmph."

Zhao Lichun put down his pen.

As Liang Qunfeng's old rival.

How could he possibly let such a good opportunity slip by?

They were just worried about not being able to find any dirt on Liang Qunfeng.

And then his son showed up at his doorstep!

"go."

Zhao Lichun gave the order in a calm tone.

"Report this situation to your superiors."

"For example, there were reports from the public that someone was engaging in illegal fundraising in Jingzhou, involving a huge amount of money and causing extremely negative social impact."

"Moreover, it involves the family members of leading cadres."

"This must be thoroughly investigated!"

......

The 30 million yuan cash flow from the dealer conference shocked Jingzhou, but also alarmed the provincial party committee compound.

This is far too much money.

In this era when even those with ten thousand yuan in savings deserve to wear a big red flower.

Thirty million in cash piled up together—the visual impact of that is enough to make anyone's heart skip a beat.

The news spread like wildfire, reaching every official circle in Jingzhou in just half an afternoon.

The Provincial Party Committee compound.

A deputy secretary-general who was usually very close to Liang Qunfeng.

Clutching the internal report about "Qingyu Food Factory rakes in 30 million yuan," he hurriedly knocked on the office door of Liang Qunfeng, the secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission.

"Secretary Liang, there's an urgent matter I need to report to you."

The deputy secretary-general looked grave.

"There was a big commotion in the western suburbs of Jingzhou today. Apparently, a food factory held some kind of distributor conference, and tens of millions of yuan in cash were piled up on site. The scene was even more extravagant than a bank vault."

Liang Qunfeng, who was reviewing documents, frowned slightly but didn't look up: "Business activities, as long as they are legal and compliant, what's the big deal?"

"That's the problem!"

The deputy secretary-general lowered his voice, his tone becoming mysterious and venomous.

"According to reports from the public, the owner behind this factory is using the name of the son of a provincial leader to engage in illegal fundraising!"

"Some people are even saying this is a pyramid scheme! The rumors are really bad, saying it's...it's disrupting the financial order!"

"Under whose banner are they operating?"

Liang Qunfeng's pen suddenly stopped, and he looked up, his eyes blazing.

The deputy secretary-general hesitated for a moment.

He stammered, "It's said...it's said to be your young master Liang."

"Snapped!"

Liang Qunfeng slammed his pen heavily on the table, splashing ink all over the floor.

"Nonsense!"

"Liang Cheng is still in school, how could he possibly have tens of millions? This is a rumor!"

The deputy secretary-general quickly handed over a photo.

That was taken by someone secretly at the scene.

In the photo.

Although Liang Cheng's face is not shown.

There is only a side profile and a scene of him talking to Su Zhenbang.

But the mountain of banknotes behind Su Zhenbang was clearly visible.

"Secretary Liang, this is a crucial time for the leadership transition, and the provincial party committee..."

"Ahem, what I mean is, if this matter is used by someone with ulterior motives to accuse you of condoning your son's violent acts and disrupting financial order, the consequences would be unimaginable."

These words struck at Liang Qunfeng's Achilles' heel.

His recent struggle with Zhao Lichun has reached a fever pitch.

Zhao Lichun was worried about not being able to find any fault with him.

If Liang Cheng really is engaging in illegal fundraising outside.

This is not just an economic problem; it's political suicide!

"That unfilial son!"

Liang Qunfeng was so angry that his face turned ashen. He suddenly stood up, grabbed the teacup on the table, and smashed it on the ground.

"Bang!"

Porcelain shards scattered everywhere.

"Outrageous! Utterly outrageous!"

"I thought he was just messing around, but I never expected him to dare to cause such a huge upheaval!"

Liang Qunfeng's chest heaved violently.

In fact, Liang Qunfeng had heard about what had happened outside during this period.

I know that Liang Cheng seems to have acquired a factory or something.

However, Liang Qunfeng thought that Liang Cheng was just making a fuss over nothing.

He never imagined things would get this serious.

Thirty million!

If it's a legitimate business.

How is it possible to earn so much in just a few days?

This is absolutely illegal fundraising!

This is pushing Liang Qunfeng into a fire pit!

Hearing the commotion, the secretary rushed in, flustered: "Secretary Liang, what's wrong?"

"Get the car ready!"

Liang Qunfeng gritted his teeth and squeezed out two words.

The deputy secretary-general asked cautiously, "Secretary Liang, should we notify the Municipal Public Security Bureau or the Economic Crime Investigation Division to investigate first? Or should I go first...?"

"Need not!"

Liang Qunfeng waved his hand, his eyes revealing a resolute and ruthless look.

"Why notify the municipal bureau? Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough already?"

"I'll go myself!"

"I want to see what this rebellious son is up to! If he dares to do anything illegal or disorderly, I'll personally send him to jail today! I'll put righteousness before family!"

Five minutes later.

A black Audi bearing the provincial party committee's license plate shot out of the provincial party committee compound like an arrow.

Inside the car, the air pressure was frighteningly low.

Liang Qunfeng sat in the back seat with a dark expression.

Not a word.

The driver and his two close confidants dared not utter a sound.

They had followed Liang Qunfeng for so many years and had never seen him so angry.

This is hardly an inspection tour.

This is clearly a murder plot!

......

Qingyu Food Factory, on the western outskirts of Jingzhou.

In stark contrast to the tense atmosphere looming over the provincial party committee compound.

This place is simply an ocean of joy.

The celebration was at its climax.

Festive music was playing from the factory's loudspeakers.

Su Zhenbang stood in the center, holding a large megaphone, his face glowing.

"Fellow workers! Quiet down!"

"General Manager Liang said! This conference was a complete success. Everyone has worked tirelessly day and night these past few days; thank you for your hard work!"

"Today, we're not giving out cash, we're giving out bonuses!"

"Everyone will receive an extra 100 yuan this month! Claim yours now!"

boom!

The hundreds of workers in the audience erupted in cheers.

One hundred dollars!

These days, an ordinary worker's salary is only two or three hundred yuan, so one hundred yuan is a huge sum of money!

"Long live General Manager Liang!"

"Long live President Su!"

"Long live Qingyu Foods!"

The cheers were deafening, and the workers threw their safety helmets into the air, their faces beaming with unprecedented elation.

All they know is that the factory is making a lot of money.

Good days are coming.

I have absolutely no idea.

Liang Qunfeng, the provincial discipline inspection commission secretary, was approaching the factory gate in an Audi, looking menacing.