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

This moment.

Qi Tongwei felt a chill run through his body.

He finally saw his usually gentle and refined mentor for who he truly was.

Beneath his mask lies a deep-seated cunning and political ambition.

I am nothing more than a pawn on his chessboard.

He could push himself forward without hesitation for the sake of his future.

It's laughable that I used to have such high respect for him.

A sense of humiliation at being used welled up inside me.

but......

Qi Tongwei did not refuse.

Without even the slightest hesitation.

Because he knew perfectly well that even being a chess piece was better than being an ant that could be trampled on!

Gao Yuliang gave him a chance.

An opportunity to curry favor with those in power.

Even if this opportunity is backed by deals and calculations.

He must hold on tight!

"Teacher, I understand."

Qi Tongwei took a deep breath, suppressing all his humiliation and resentment.

When he looked up again, his face had returned to calm, but his eyes had become unfathomable.

"very good."

Gao Yuliang nodded in satisfaction.

"Remember, opportunity always favors the prepared and those who know how to make choices."

"Go, your future is neither in the piles of books in the library nor outside the threshold of the Chen family."

After saying that, Gao Yuliang turned around and walked away with composed steps.

Qi Tongwei stood there, clenching his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his flesh, yet he felt no pain whatsoever.

then.

He took a business card out of his pocket.

That was a few days ago.

When Liang Cheng visited Gao Yuliang at the school, Gao Yuliang handed it to him casually.

At the time, Qi Tongwei took it as a polite gesture and casually put it in his pocket.

At this moment, this ordinary card felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Look at the name on it, which is hot-stamped with a special process.

"Liang Cheng".

These two words seem to possess a kind of magic.

Qi Tongwei's gaze gradually shifted from confusion to determination, and finally, it transformed into a ruthless and reckless expression.

Since I can't be a hero.

Then be a ruthless hero!

Since fate is unfair.

Then I'll have won against fate by half a move!

......

This is in stark contrast to the bustling scene at Qingyu Food Factory.

In an office building in downtown Jingzhou.

The office of Shanshui Company, however, was deathly still.

The air was thick with smoke, and a strange smell of cheap cigarettes mixed with instant noodles filled the air.

Several well-dressed young men were playing cards around a table, swearing and chanting, a classic Chinese game.

Zhao Ruilong crossed his legs, leaned back in the boss's chair, and irritably fiddled with the pure gold lighter in his hand.

He is the only son of Zhao Lichun, a member of the Standing Committee of the Handong Provincial Party Committee and Secretary of the Jingzhou Municipal Party Committee.

Zhao Ruilong should have been the most prestigious young master in Jingzhou City.

I just graduated from university.

Zhao Lichun originally wanted to get him into the system, start from the grassroots, and pave a smooth road for his advancement.

But Zhao Ruilong refused.

He couldn't stand that kind of routine, that life of having to read other people's faces.

Zhao Ruilong believed that he was an outstanding person, born to do great things and make a lot of money.

So, after his persistent pleading...

Zhao Lichun tacitly approved of him opening this "Shanshui Company".

The company's business is nominally to undertake various real estate projects.

Zhao Ruilong had a very good plan. With Zhao Lichun as his backer, he could pick and choose any project in Jingzhou.

But reality gave him a resounding slap in the face.

Zhao Lichun gave Zhao Ruilong a death order.

He is not allowed to interfere in any government projects in Jingzhou City.

In Zhao Lichun's words, "This is a critical time. I'm about to make a move, and countless eyes are watching. You better behave yourself!"

The result is.

Since Zhao Ruilong’s “Shanshui Company” opened, it has never received a single legitimate business order.

Aside from a few close friends who gave him some insignificant jobs out of respect for his father.

The company is basically just an empty shell.

Zhao Ruilong is nominally the chairman, but in reality, he is the "leader" of this group of spoiled rich kids.

"Brother Long, we're out of money, can you lend us some?" A young man with dyed yellow hair approached with a grin.

"roll!"

Zhao Ruilong kicked the table, instantly disrupting the card game.

"All you do is play around! Don't you guys know how little money is left in the company account?"

Zhao Ruilong pointed at the pitiful four-digit balance on the computer screen, his anger rising.

He wanted to make something of himself and prove to the old man who looked down on him that he was no worse than anyone else.

As a result, they are now struggling to even pay next month's office rent.

His buddies were so humiliated by his shouting that they dared not utter a sound, shrinking back and exchanging bewildered glances.

Zhao Ruilong grew angrier the more he thought about it, so he grabbed a newspaper from the table and tried to fan himself to cool down.

A fleeting glance.

His movements froze instantly.

The front page headline of the Han Dong Daily.

A row of shocking characters pierced his eyes!

"The Springtime of Private Economy! Qingyu Food Factory Achieves Daily Sales of 30 Million Yuan, Becoming a New Taxpaying Benchmark in Our Province!"

The newspaper also featured a huge photograph.

The background of the photo is a mountain of red banknotes, forming a horrifying "wall of cash".

And in front of the cash wall.

A young man appeared next to the photo.

That young man.

Even if Zhao Ruilong were ashes, I would still recognize him!

Liang Cheng!

Liang Qunfeng's good-for-nothing son, who only knows how to follow around eating, drinking, and having fun!

Zhao Ruilong then examined it carefully.

The more he looked, the angrier he became.

It turns out that the owner behind Qingyu Food Factory is Liang Cheng.

"Daily sales of 30 million..."

Zhao Ruilong's eyes instantly turned red!

He stared intently at the numbers in the newspaper, his lips trembling, jealousy and resentment almost bursting from his eyes.

On what grounds?

Why should I?!

He is also the son of a member of the Provincial Party Committee Standing Committee.

How did Liang Cheng manage to create such a grand spectacle?

Thirty million in daily sales!

Major taxpayer!

It even made the front page of the provincial newspaper!

His father, Liang Qunfeng, personally supported him!

And what about yourself?

He's stuck with this lousy company, and his own father treats him like a thief, so he can't even get a tiny project!

While he's starving here, Liang Cheng is out counting money until his hands cramp!

This enormous disparity felt like ten thousand ants gnawing at Zhao Ruilong's heart, driving him to the brink of madness.

"Holy shit!"

Zhao Ruilong suddenly let out a beast-like roar.

He swept all the playing cards, ashtrays, and teacups off the table, making a loud crashing noise.

The office fell silent instantly.

Those few cronies were so frightened that they fell silent, not daring to utter a sound.

"I refuse to accept this!"

Zhao Ruilong, his face contorted with rage, grabbed the newspaper and stormed out of the office like an enraged bull.

Zhao Ruilong is going to find his father!

We need to ask clearly!

Why should Liang Qunfeng dare to let his son do this?

Why wouldn't Zhao Lichun dare?

The old man always says, "During critical times, there are many eyes watching."

Wasn't Liang Qunfeng at a critical juncture?

Are there no eyes watching him from outside?

This is not fair!

Zhao Ruilong drove his Mercedes-Benz W14, flooring the accelerator, and the engine roared loudly.

It rampaged through the streets of Gyeongju.

along the way.

Zhao Ruilong grew angrier and angrier, and felt more and more wronged the more he thought about it.

He felt like the most aggrieved prince in the world.

Even though they had a winning hand, they were told they couldn't play any cards.

All I could do was watch helplessly as my rival grew stronger step by step, making me look like a fool!

A dozen minutes later, the car braked suddenly and stopped downstairs in the Zhao family's building in the municipal government compound.

Zhao Ruilong angrily pushed open the car door and rushed home without even locking the car.

In the living room.

Zhao Lichun, wearing reading glasses, sat on the sofa reviewing a document with a focused expression.

"Bang!"

The door was pushed open roughly.

Zhao Ruilong rushed in like a gust of wind.

Zhao Lichun frowned, raised his head, and was about to reprimand him.

Zhao Ruilong had already walked up to him and slammed the crumpled newspaper onto the coffee table!

"Dad! Look!"

"Didn't you say we should keep a low profile during critical times? Then tell me, what is this?"

"Liang Qunfeng's son makes a fortune every day, and the whole province knows about it! Isn't he afraid of being watched?"

"Why can he make so much money and live such a glamorous life, while I have to stick with that crappy company and live like a beggar?"

"Are you even my biological father?!"

Zhao Ruilong pointed at Liang Cheng's triumphant face in the newspaper, his voice sharp with anger.