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

At the entrance of Qingyu Food Factory.

"Get out of the way! Everyone get out of the way!"

The old gatekeeper was about to stop a speeding black sedan.

But when he saw the string of numbers on the license plate and the special pass under the windshield, he was so frightened that his hand trembled.

He quickly pressed the door switch.

He used to work as a gatekeeper in a government-affiliated organization and knew what this kind of license plate meant.

That's a person with extraordinary connections!

"Buzz—!"

The black Audi didn't slow down at all, like an angry bull.

With a piercing roar of its engine, it charged straight into the jubilant factory area.

"squeak--!"

A sudden stop.

The tires left two long black marks on the cement ground.

The car came to a steady stop in front of the celebration platform.

A loud screech of brakes.

It instantly drowned out the music coming from the loudspeaker.

The workers who were queuing to receive their money were startled and turned to look.

"Who's that? How do you drive?"

"Are you blind?! You almost bumped into someone!"

Several hot-tempered young workers were about to swear.

The car door opened.

The first to get off were two burly men dressed in Zhongshan suits with serious expressions.

They quickly positioned themselves on either side of the rear door, scanning their surroundings warily.

Followed by.

A black leather shoe stepped on the ground.

Liang Qunfeng got out of the car with a livid face.

He didn't speak.

He didn't even glance around.

But he possessed a terrifying aura of having long held a high position and wielded the power of life and death.

It erupted completely in that instant.

It was an official's imposing presence that commanded respect without anger.

It was the intimidating presence of the Standing Committee Member and Secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission of the Handong Provincial Party Committee!

The once noisy scene was now as if an invisible hand had grabbed its neck.

A moment of deathly silence.

Even though the workers didn't know Liang Qunfeng, their instinctive fear made them shut their mouths and involuntarily take a step back.

The celebration party was just a moment ago in full swing.

It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The wind blew by.

He rolled up a few hundred-yuan bills that were scattered on the ground.

Liang Qunfeng watched this scene coldly.

Looking at the banknotes that hadn't been fully distributed yet.

Those workers with money in their hands and fanatical eyes.

My heart sank to the bottom.

This scene was exactly like the illegal fundraising, pyramid scheme brainwashing scenes he had seen in the internal reference documents!

"Great...very good!"

Liang Qunfeng laughed in extreme anger; his voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling undertone.

He suddenly raised his hand, pointed at Su Zhenbang on the stage who hadn't yet reacted, and shouted sharply:

"Su Zhenbang, right?"

Where is that bastard Liang Cheng?!

"Make him get out here right now! Immediately!"

This roar.

Like a thunderclap.

On stage, Su Zhenbang dropped the megaphone in his hand with a loud bang to the ground.

Although he was just a small business owner, he often read the news in Handong.

The face in front of me...

Isn't that Secretary Liang, who often appears on TV and sits in the middle of the stage?!

Member of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee!

Secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission!

Mr. Liang's biological father!

"Secretary Liang... Secretary Liang..."

Su Zhenbang felt his legs go weak, and all the strength in his body was drained away.

The fear that came from the depths of his soul made him unable to stand.

With a "thump," he collapsed onto the pile of money.

The stacks of prize money in his hand scattered all over the ground, flying everywhere.

Finished!

Something really bad must have happened!

Su Zhenbang's mind went blank, and he stammered, "Mr. Liang... is in... in his office..."

"snort!"

Liang Qunfeng snorted coldly.

Ignoring Su Zhenbang who was sprawled on the ground, he strode toward the office building.

His two entourage members immediately followed, their hands already reaching for their waists, as if ready to grab him at any moment.

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely tense.

The workers were trembling with fear.

No one dared to move.

At this critical moment.

"Squeak—"

The slightly worn glass door of the office building was gently pushed open.

A young figure walked out unhurriedly.

Liang Cheng was wearing a simple white shirt, his hands in his pockets, his expression calm and composed.

This contrasted sharply with Liang Qunfeng's thunderous rage.

Liang Cheng seemed not to have seen the menacing Audi at all.

I didn't feel the suffocatingly low pressure at the scene.

Standing on the steps.

His gaze swept over the terrified Su Zhenbang, then over the bewildered workers.

He frowned slightly.

Then he raised his hand and waved gently.

"Everyone, you can leave now."

"Those who have received their bonuses can go home now; those who haven't can continue tomorrow."

Liang Cheng's voice carried a strange soothing quality.

The workers were as if they had been granted a pardon.

Although curious, I was even more afraid of getting into trouble.

They scattered like birds and beasts.

The scene has been cleared.

Liang Cheng then turned his gaze to the middle-aged man who was on the verge of exploding.

He smiled slightly as he slowly walked down the steps.

His steps were steady.

Neither overbearing nor overbearing.

That composure that remains unchanged even when Mount Tai collapses before you.

Even the furious Liang Qunfeng was slightly taken aback.

Is this still the same troublemaking youngest son?

Liang Cheng stopped three steps away from Liang Qunfeng, his tone as relaxed as if he were having a casual chat:

"Dad, why are you so angry?"

"Let's talk in my office."

He glanced at the management team members who hadn't completely dispersed.

He lowered his voice:

"Don't scare my employees."

......

The door to the factory manager's office was slammed shut.

It blocked the view from the outside and made the air inside the room freeze instantly.

Liang Qunfeng didn't even sit down; he stood directly in the center of the office, pointing his finger at Liang Cheng's nose, his finger trembling slightly.

"Liang Cheng! You've really gotten some nerve!"

"Don't scare your employees! Do you even know what you're doing?!"

"Illegal fundraising! Disrupting financial order! This is a crime punishable by imprisonment!"

Liang Qunfeng grew angrier as he spoke, his voice echoing in the small office.

"What was that pile of money outside? Where did you get so much money? Are you using my name to scam people?!"

"I'll call the Municipal Public Security Bureau right now! Send someone over! I, Liang Qunfeng, have lived a clean life, and I will never let you, this unfilial son, ruin the Liang family's reputation!"

talking.

Liang Qunfeng actually pulled out his mobile phone and made a gesture as if he was about to dial a number.

He was really anxious.

I was genuinely scared.

Rather than giving Zhao Lichun a handle to use against them.

It would be better for him to uphold justice and even kill his own family.

Even sending my son to jail for a few years is better than losing my head!

Faced with Liang Qunfeng's thunderous rage.

Liang Cheng remained silent.

There was no explanation.

He did not beg for mercy.

She simply watched her father quietly.

A hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, but more than that, there was a sense of confidence in controlling the overall situation.

"Dad, don't make the call yet."

Liang Cheng spoke calmly, his voice almost too calm.

"Please take a look at this item first."

Done.

Liang Cheng turned and walked towards the corner of the office.

There stood an old-fashioned safe, about half a person's height.

Liang Qunfeng froze, the phone in his hand hanging in mid-air: "What are you trying to do? Trying to bribe me? I'm your father!"

Liang Cheng ignored his father's roar.

He crouched down, his slender fingers expertly turning the PIN wheel.

"Third on the left, seventh on the right, fifth on the left..."

"Click".

A crisp metallic click.

Followed by.

Liang Cheng pulled the handle hard, and with a heavy metallic scraping sound, the heavy safe door slowly opened.

next second.

The entire office seemed to be illuminated.

There are no gold bars.

There were no jewels.

All I have is money.

Neatly arranged, densely packed hundred-yuan bills!

Although most of the funds have been deposited in the bank, they are still needed to cope with daily operations and emergencies.

Liang Cheng specifically set aside one million yuan in cash as a reserve.

How much is one million in cash?

In an era when most people only earn a few hundred yuan a month.

A million dollars in cash piled up together would form a red wall!

The overhead incandescent light shone on the brand-new banknotes, reflecting a dazzling and captivating luster.

That was the most primitive and brutal kind.

It is also the color that most impacts human visual nerves.

Liang Qunfeng swallowed back the curse that was on the tip of his tongue.

His hand holding the mobile phone froze in mid-air.

He stood there, completely stunned, as if struck by lightning.

As a member of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee.

Liang Qunfeng is not someone who has never seen money before.

But those are all numbers, reports.

One million dollars in cash is laid out in front of you in such a blatant and impactful way.

This is the first time he's ever met one like this!

The office was deathly silent.