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

"Liang Cheng".

After a few rounds of drinks, a charming blush appeared on Su Qingyu's cheeks.

She finally asked the question that had been bothering her.

"Why are you so sure Zhao Ruilong will lose? What if... he really can get all that money back?"

Liang Cheng stopped eating the kebabs.

He looked at Su Qingyu, his gaze suddenly becoming focused and tender.

A little bit of dark red sauce accidentally got on the corner of her mouth.

Liang Cheng remained silent and offered no words of advice.

He naturally reached out and gently wiped away the sauce from the corner of her lips with his warm fingertips.

Su Qingyu's body froze instantly.

A current of electricity surged from the corner of his lips throughout his body.

Her heart skipped a beat.

The blush on her cheeks quickly spread to her ears.

She subconsciously lowered her eyes, not daring to look Liang Cheng in the eye again.

All I could hear was his magnetic voice whispering in my ear.

Because greed can make people blind.

"But I only believe in logic."

......

at the same time.

The headquarters of Shanshui Group was brightly lit.

In Zhao Ruilong's office.

The CFO stood nervously in front of his desk, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"Mr. Zhao... Mr. Zhao, the accounts for this month are settled."

"explain!"

Zhao Ruilong's voice was hoarse.

"The reported cash flow is 4.83 million. However... the actual cash received is only 270,000."

The CFO pushed a thick stack of IOUs in front of Zhao Ruilong.

"The rest are all these blank IOUs."

Zhao Ruilong's face turned deathly pale instantly.

The CFO's voice continued, like heavy hammer blows striking his heart.

"However, the expenses we need to pay this month..."

"The total wages of the 360 ​​drivers amounted to 970,000 yuan."

"The total cost of fuel and tolls for all vehicles amounted to 1.12 million."

"And then there are the vehicle maintenance and repair costs, which amount to 350,000 this month."

"In total...we have a funding gap of over two million."

The office was deathly silent.

Zhao Ruilong sat blankly in the chair, his mind completely empty.

Two million.

How could he possibly come up with such a large sum of money?

Should I ask my father for help?

No!

Absolutely not!

He had just boasted to his father that he would defeat Liang Cheng within a month.

Go ask for the money now.

Doesn't that mean admitting you're a failure?

Large beads of sweat appeared on Zhao Ruilong's forehead as he struggled internally.

......

The night was dark.

The study in the Zhao family villa was as bright as day.

A suffocating sense of oppression filled the air.

Zhao Ruilong returned home looking haggard.

She wanted to sneak back to her room to avoid running into her father.

Over the past month.

He was so exhausted that he didn't even dare to look in the mirror.

however.

As soon as Zhao Ruilong stepped into the living room, he was stopped by a dignified voice.

"stop."

Zhao Lichun was sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of tea that had gone cold.

He didn't read the newspaper or watch TV; he just sat quietly, like a statue.

But Zhao Ruilong felt a chill.

"Dad, you're still awake?"

He forced a smile, his voice hoarse.

Zhao Lichun raised his eyelids, and his eyes, which had seen many ups and downs in his official career, were now as sharp as an eagle's.

She looked her son up and down.

His face, which had been full of vigor, was now pale.

At this moment, only despair and exhaustion remain.

His eyes were sunken and bloodshot, and his lips were dry, cracked, and peeling.

This is what it looks like.

There was not a trace of the smugness one might expect from dominating the business world.

It looked like a defeated rooster, utterly pathetic.

"How's business?"

Zhao Lichun's voice was very calm.

You can't tell if he's happy or angry.

Zhao Ruilong's heart skipped a beat.

"It's...it's alright, just getting started, everything's going smoothly." He gave a vague and insincere reply.

"smoothly?"

Zhao Lichun repeated the two words.

He didn't ask any more questions, but simply stood up.

"Come with me to the study."

Zhao Ruilong's unease grew stronger, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow.

The study door was closed.

It isolated us from all external sounds.

Zhao Lichun did not sit down, but walked directly to the desk.

I turned on the computer.

He asked Zhao Ruilong to bring him the financial statements of Shanshui Logistics for the most recent month.

When those rows of shocking deficits appeared.

When displayed on the screen via a data cable.

Zhao Lichun held the mouse in his hand.

It began to tremble slightly.

In just one month.

Shanshui Logistics suffered a net loss of 5.17 million!

It's not the deadliest yet.

It's in the appendix of the report.

It lists in detail all the business the company currently undertakes.

Look at each one one by one.

Zhao Lichun's face turned from ashen to deathly pale.

Transporting coal, sand and gravel, and steel.

They were all dirty and tiring jobs that involved long distances, heavy loads, and low profits.

Even more deadly is...

The accounts receivable column displays a long string of astronomical figures.

Many of our partners are notorious defaulters in the industry.

This means that there is a very high chance that this money will turn into a pile of unrecoverable bad debts.

The vehicle damage report was even more appalling.

High-intensity transportation, coupled with overloading, has led to serious mechanical problems in many newly purchased trucks.

Repair costs are another huge expense.

"Is this what you mean by 'smooth sailing'?"

Zhao Lichun's voice.

It was so cold it felt like it had come from an ice cellar.

Zhao Lichun has spent half his life navigating the officialdom, and he has seen all sorts of storms and waves.

But he never imagined that he would be so angry at his own son's stupidity that he almost fainted.

He turned around abruptly.

Raise your hand.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, loud bang.

It exploded in the quiet study.

Zhao Ruilong's left cheek swelled up instantly.

A bright red handprint quickly appeared.

He was knocked so hard he staggered, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

I was completely stunned.

"idiot!"

Zhao Lichun's roar was like a thunderclap.

"You hopeless idiot!"

Zhao Lichun pointed to the computer screen.

"Open your dog eyes and see clearly! This is business? This is being made a fool of!"

"Liang Cheng's express logistics company handles high-value-added, high-quality business such as food, daily necessities, and electronic products!"

"Effortless mastery, making a fortune every day!"

"And what about you? What kind of trash do you pick up?!"

Zhao Lichun roared incisively.

"He's trying to kill you with flattery! He's putting you in a very difficult position! He's using the worst methods to drain your funds and bankrupt your fleet!"

"You've been sold out, and you're still gloating and helping them count the money!"

Zhao Ruilong covered his burning cheek, his mind buzzing.

Only then did I realize what was happening.

He recalled the customers recommended by Speedy Logistics.

Thinking back to those seemingly massive business volumes.

It turns out, from the very beginning...

He had fallen into a carefully designed trap.

Liang Cheng never intended to compete with him head-on.

Instead, they used this insidious method to slowly wear him down to death.