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

Su Zhenbang's body trembled violently.

He turned around slowly.

His movements were as stiff as a rusty machine.

His face, which had been full of fatigue and impatience, was now filled with disbelief and shock.

The pupils contracted violently.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, then flushed bright red.

That expression.

Extremely wonderful.

It was also extremely ugly.

"What...what did you say?"

Su Zhenbang's voice trembled.

He wasn't sure if he had misheard.

Or perhaps you are experiencing auditory hallucinations.

Liang Qunfeng?

That iron-faced secretary who held the reins of discipline in the officialdom of Handong?

That big shot in Handong Province, whose every stomp of his foot makes people tremble?

Su Qingyu looked at her father's shocked expression.

Although I had expected it, I still felt a pang of bitterness.

Is this the power of authority?

It's just a name.

That would instantly make the father, who was just being stubborn, lose his composure.

"I said."

Su Qingyu repeated calmly, each word perfectly clear.

"The male classmate who wants to see you is named Liang Cheng."

"His father is Liang Qunfeng, the current Standing Committee member of the Handong Provincial Party Committee and Secretary of the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection."

Su Zhenbang's mouth dropped open.

He made a "clucking" sound in his throat, but couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

The immense impact made him somewhat unsteady on his feet.

He grabbed the door frame beside him to barely support his body.

Liang Qunfeng's son!

It turned out that Liang Qunfeng's son came to our door to discuss cooperation.

How is that possible?

The Su family's business is just a small private enterprise.

Compared to a behemoth like the Liang family, it's like the difference between an ant and an elephant.

There is absolutely no possibility of any overlap between the two.

but.

Looking at her daughter's determined eyes.

Su Zhenbang knew that Su Qingyu would never joke about something like this.

If it's true...

Su Zhenbang's heart began to pound.

If he really is the son of Secretary Liang.

So.

All the difficulties faced by the Su family.

Bank loans.

The supplier's outstanding payments.

There is even the risk of being shut down.

In their eyes, it's probably nothing at all!

As long as the Liang family is willing to lend a finger.

The Su family can be brought back to life!

This is hardly a collaboration.

This is clearly a tremendous opportunity that fell from the sky!

But then...

A deep sense of fear welled up inside me.

Why would the Liang family's son help the Su family?

Is it really just for the sake of cooperation?

Or is it...?

Su Zhenbang's gaze fell once again on his daughter's stunningly beautiful face.

This time.

His eyes became extremely complicated.

There was anticipation, struggle, and a touch of indescribable sorrow.

"What else did he say?"

Su Zhenbang's voice was somewhat dry.

Their attitude has made a complete 180-degree turn.

Su Qingyu was unaware of the subtle changes in her father's mindset.

She was simply mechanically repeating Liang Cheng's words.

He said, "If you're interested."

"You can go see him tomorrow."

......

The next day, at 2 PM.

Handong University, Tingyuxuan Teahouse.

This place has a tranquil environment and is built by the lake, making it a high-end venue for receiving distinguished guests on campus.

Liang Cheng sat by the window on the second floor, with a pot of fine Da Hong Pao tea brewing in front of him.

He wore a well-tailored dark gray casual suit, without a tie, and the top two buttons of his shirt were casually undone. The Patek Philippe on his wrist reflected a cold light in the sunlight.

She appeared languid, yet possessed a depth that transcended her age.

Footsteps came from the stairwell.

Slightly heavy-hearted, hesitant.

The waiter led Su Zhenbang and Su Qingyu over.

Su Zhenbang specially changed into what he considered to be his most presentable suit.

But the wear and tear on the cuffs and the slight yellowing of the collar still couldn't hide the sense of destitution.

Su Qingyu followed behind, dressed in a simple white T-shirt and jeans, yet her elegant and refined temperament was undeniable.

At this moment, she lowered her head and gripped the backpack straps tightly with both hands.

"Young Master Liang... Young Master Liang."

Su Zhenbang spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse.

Despite having mentally prepared himself countless times, when he actually faced the son of the legendary "King of Law and Politics in Handong," he was still quite surprised.

He still felt an invisible pressure.

This pressure didn't come entirely from the other party's background, but more from Liang Cheng's calm gaze, which seemed to see through everything.

"sit."

Liang Cheng did not get up, but simply raised his hand to indicate the seat opposite him.

His movements were casual, as if he were greeting a subordinate.

Su Zhenbang sat down, half of his buttocks dangling in the air, his back ramrod straight.

Su Qingyu sat down next to her father, her eyes darting away, not daring to look at the man opposite her.

The aroma of tea wafts through the air.

Liang Cheng didn't say anything, but slowly poured tea for the two of them.

This silence made Su Zhenbang even more uneasy.

Every passing second eroded his already meager confidence.

Finally, Su Zhenbang couldn't hold back any longer.

He took a deep breath, placed his hands on his knees, and tried to regain some dignity as an elder.

"Young Master Liang, let's speak frankly."

"I know the Su family is in a difficult situation right now, but I, Su Zhenbang, have my bottom line."

"If it's a business collaboration, I'd welcome it with open arms."

"But if it's for the sake of clearing the rain..."

Su Zhenbang gritted his teeth, his voice rising a few decibels, carrying a sense of tragic heroism.

"Even if I, Su Zhenbang, go to jail or beg for food, I will never trade my daughter's happiness!"

Su Qingyu suddenly looked up, staring at her father in surprise.

Her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

The air froze for a few seconds.

"Oh."

A soft laugh broke the heavy atmosphere.

Liang Cheng put down his teacup, leaned back slightly in his chair.

A playful smile curved at the corner of his lips.

There was no anger at being offended in his eyes, only a detached indifference as if he had seen through the world's illusions.

"Director Su."

Liang Cheng's fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a rhythmic "tap, tap" sound.

"Have you been watching too many TV dramas?"

"Persecution complex?"

Su Zhenbang was stunned, his face flushing red: "You..."

"Your daughter is indeed beautiful; she's the most beautiful girl in the department at Handong University, I don't deny that at all."

Liang Cheng glanced at Su Qingyu, his eyes clear.

There was not a trace of lewdness in it; it was as if he were evaluating a piece of porcelain that was of decent quality.

"But in my eyes, her current value is not even as high as the two imported aseptic filling production lines in your factory."

That was a very hurtful statement.

Su Qingyu bit her lip, feeling a mixture of shame and indignation.

From small to large,

She was always the center of attention.

When have I ever been belittled like this?

But oddly enough.

Hearing this sentence,

She actually felt a sense of relief.

Su Zhenbang was speechless, his chest heaving violently.

"You... so what exactly do you want to do?"

Liang Cheng did not answer.

He reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

He took out a neatly folded piece of paper.

With a casual wave of his hand.

"Smack."

A crisp sound.

He slammed a folded bank draft onto the mahogany table with a clean, decisive motion.

Su Zhenbang and Su Qingyu's gazes were subconsciously drawn to it.

The promissory note is spread out.

The line of numbers printed on the printer pierced their pupils like a brand.

Amount received: Ten million yuan.

There is another line of smaller text below.

¥10,000,000.00.

Ten million!

Su Zhenbang suddenly stopped breathing.

He was stunned, as if struck by lightning, and froze in his seat.

My mind went completely blank.

Su Qingyu also covered her mouth with her hand, her beautiful eyes filled with horror.