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

Liang Cheng slowly stood up.

He patted the dust off his hands and turned to the side.

To allow that "wall of money" to be displayed more completely in front of the father.

The tone was flat.

It's as if I'm talking about a trivial little thing:

"Dad, this is only a portion of our working capital."

"Most of the payments are already sitting in the bank."

Liang Qunfeng's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

My mind went blank for a moment.

He looked at the wall of cash, then at his son standing calmly beside him.

His eyes were filled with confusion and shock.

Is this true?

That youngest son, whom he considered good-for-nothing and only troublesome...

He considered his son a rebellious son who was involved in illegal fundraising and pyramid schemes...

Did they really manage to get that much money?

"This...this...money?"

"I earned all this money myself; not a single penny was ill-gotten." Liang Cheng's words shocked Liang Qunfeng once again.

Liang Qunfeng's voice was somewhat hoarse, lacking the previous authority and anger.

At this moment, he seemed somewhat lacking in confidence.

"Did you earn all of this... from selling that black tea?"

"It's not just from selling iced tea that we make money."

Liang Cheng turned around.

I picked up a thick stack of document bags that I had prepared beforehand from my desk.

With a "snap".

It was thrown directly onto the coffee table in front of Liang Qunfeng.

His movements were fluid and graceful, brimming with absolute confidence.

"Dad, I know what you're worried about."

Liang Cheng said.

Open the file folder.

They laid out all the documents one by one and placed them right under Liang Qunfeng's nose.

"This is a copy of the business registration certificate. It's Qingyu Food Factory, and the legal representative is Su Zhenbang. I am the actual controlling shareholder. All the paperwork is complete."

"This is the tax registration certificate. We have issued a value-added tax invoice for every transaction."

"These are the payment records and bank statements from more than 200 distributors across the province today."

"And this..."

Liang Cheng picked up the last piece of paper stamped with a bright red official seal.

I flicked it lightly.

"This is a tax payment certificate that was just issued by the tax bureau."

"With sales of 30 million, I paid every single penny of the taxes due!"

Liang Cheng raised his head, looking directly into Liang Qunfeng's bloodshot eyes, his tone firm and resolute:

"Dad, every penny of this money is clean and honest!"

"Don't even mention withstanding an investigation by the disciplinary committee; even if Zhao Lichun examined it with a magnifying glass, he wouldn't find a single flaw!"

"Illegal fundraising? Pyramid schemes? Only fools would do that."

"Your son earns money from the market; it's legitimate business profit!"

These words.

They rained down on Liang Qunfeng like a machine gun.

This was in conjunction with the irrefutable evidence presented on the table.

This completely shattered Liang Qunfeng's last remaining doubts.

As the Secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission of Handong Province.

Liang Qunfeng has been adjudicating cases his entire life.

True or false, real or illusory.

He can see right through it.

These documents cannot be faked.

Those bank statements can't be faked.

The red stamp on that tax payment certificate is impossible to fake!

Liang Qunfeng's hands trembled slightly.

I picked up the tax payment certificate and looked at it over and over again three times.

This moment.

His belief.

It began to collapse.

What emerged was an unprecedented sense of shock and unfamiliarity.

Liang Qunfeng raised his head.

He re-examined Liang Cheng before him.

Is this still the same timid, or trouble-making son he remembered?

This meticulous thinking.

An impeccable chain of evidence.

A calm and composed demeanor when faced with questioning.

Even those so-called young talents that Liang Qunfeng had met in the provincial party committee compound were like fireflies vying for the moon's brilliance compared to Liang Cheng at this moment!

"This...this really happened to you?"

Liang Qunfeng's voice finally softened, tinged with disbelief.

"Otherwise what?"

Liang Cheng shrugged.

I casually picked up a bottle of iced tea from the side, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to my father.

"Try it, this is your illegal fundraising product."

Liang Qunfeng subconsciously took the drink and took a sip.

Cool and sweet and sour.

An unprecedented taste explodes in your mouth.

Although Liang Qunfeng doesn't understand business.

But I also instinctively felt it.

This stuff... is really delicious.

"call......"

Liang Qunfeng let out a long breath.

He felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders and slumped onto the sofa.

He pulled out a cigarette case from his pocket, his hands still trembling, and it took him two tries to light it.

He took a deep drag of his cigarette; the spiciness of the nicotine calmed him down a little.

The misunderstanding has been cleared up.

The son did not break the law.

I didn't cause him any trouble.

Not only did he not cause trouble, but he also created a business miracle that he never dared to imagine.

In just a few days.

Thirty million in cash flow!

This is practically a money printing machine!

Liang Qunfeng looked at Liang Cheng with an extremely complex expression.

From anger to shock.

From shock to bewilderment, it eventually turned into an indescribable sense of inquiry.

"Liang Cheng..."

Liang Qunfeng pointed at Liang Cheng with a cigarette between his fingers, his tone complicated.

"When did you... learn how to do business?"

"And on such a large scale?"

Seeing that her father's emotions had stabilized.

The anger in his eyes had completely subsided.

Liang Cheng knew.

The time is right.

The conversation that follows will no longer be a casual chat between father and son, but a contest between two men.

Liang Cheng no longer maintained that submissive attitude of a junior.

Instead, he pulled over a chair.

He sat down directly opposite Liang Qunfeng.

Lean forward slightly and place your hands crossed on your knees.

This moment.

His aura has changed.

He is no longer Liang Cheng, who explains misunderstandings, but a chess player who controls the overall situation.

"Dad, doing business is just a means, not an end."

"Let's put that aside for now. I have something even more important that I'd like to discuss with you."

Liang Cheng looked at his father with eyes as sharp as knives, piercing straight through the window paper.

"What's wrong?"

Liang Qunfeng's expression turned slightly strange upon hearing Liang Cheng's words.

I wonder what could be more important than this.

Liang Cheng continued.

"The reason I'm in such a hurry to make money is because I know that our Liang family is already standing on the edge of a cliff."

Liang Qunfeng paused, his hand holding the cigarette still, and his brows furrowed instantly: "What do you mean?"

You know what I mean.

Liang Cheng did not back down at all and directly pointed out Liang Qunfeng's current political predicament.

"Zhao Lichun is pressing you relentlessly; your chances of becoming governor are over."

"In order to turn things around, or rather, to keep your current position, you're preparing to go all in and invest in that heavy industry project in Jingzhou City, right?"

Liang Qunfeng's pupils suddenly contracted.

This matter was top secret at the provincial party committee standing committee meeting.

It hasn't even been officially approved yet.

How did Liang Cheng know?

"Who told you that?" Liang Qunfeng asked sternly.

"We don't need to listen to anyone; this is an inevitable choice forced upon us by the circumstances."

Liang Cheng stood up.

Walk up to the huge map of Handong Province hanging on the wall.

His finger landed precisely on an open space in Jingzhou City.

"Dad, you want to use this heavy industry project as a political achievement to compete with Zhao Lichun."

"But I must tell you today."

"This project is a dead end!"