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

"Being manipulated in business is one thing, but..."

Zhao Lichun's anger did not subside in the slightest.

"Do you realize that the vicious competition you've started is about to cause a major upheaval!"

"To grab those meager orders, your fleet has been severely overloaded for a long time, and your drivers are driving while fatigued!"

"Several complaints have already been filed with the transportation department!"

"If I hadn't had people suppressing it, your business would have been shut down by the regulatory authorities by now!"

"When my son, Zhao Lichun, makes the newspapers for petty theft, where will I put my face?!"

"You're playing with my political life!"

Every word Zhao Lichun said was like a heavy hammer, striking Zhao Ruilong's heart hard.

The arrogance and smugness on his face had long since vanished.

A bone-chilling cold rose from the depths of my heart and quickly spread to every part of my body.

He felt an unprecedented fear.

He finally realized that he had messed with someone who was not an ordinary young man at all.

Instead, he is a devil who has calculated every move.

Looking at his son's pale face, Zhao Lichun's anger gradually faded, replaced by a cold and resolute expression.

He's the type to protect his own.

But the premise is that it cannot affect his official position.

This official hat was the foundation of all the power and wealth of the Zhao family.

Today, the mess that is Shanshui Logistics is no longer just a matter of losing a few million.

It became a bomb that could explode at any moment.

If political enemies seize upon this, the consequences will be unimaginable.

It must be dealt with immediately.

"This situation can't continue any longer."

Zhao Lichun's voice was devoid of any emotion.

He sat back down in his chair, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Starting tomorrow, immediately cease all loss-making operations."

"We'll recover as much of those bad debts as we can."

"The logistics company's license, along with the entire fleet, were all packaged up and disposed of."

"Use the recovered funds to fill the hole you previously embezzled."

Zhao Ruilong was startled and looked up.

"Dad, then all our work has been for nothing? I..."

"Shut up!"

Zhao Lichun slammed his hand on the table, interrupting him.

"Is this the time to worry about these things?"

"This is a case of sacrificing an arm to survive!"

"If you don't handle it well, or if you still have some unrealistic fantasies."

Zhao Lichun's gaze deepened.

"Then I'll have no choice but to resort to 'family discipline' and handle this for you personally."

The words "family rules" made Zhao Ruilong tremble.

He knew what that meant.

That would mean he would be completely stripped of everything and imprisoned like a dog.

"I...I understand, Dad."

He lowered his proud head, his voice filled with despair.

The next few days.

Zhao Ruilong began a painful process of self-rescue.

He sent people around to contact business people in Jingzhou, wanting to sell the assets of Shanshui Logistics.

However, the responses were surprisingly consistent.

"Young Master Zhao, it's really unfortunate, our company is currently experiencing cash flow problems."

"Oh dear, the logistics industry is too complicated; we can't handle it."

"I'm sorry, we have no plans in that regard."

Everyone avoided him like the plague.

There isn't a single fool in the business world of Jingzhou.

Everyone knows what Shanshui Logistics is all about.

They also knew that behind this was a power struggle between the Zhao and Liang families.

Liang Cheng of Speedy Logistics has already proven his competence through his actions.

Who would dare to take over Zhao Ruilong's business at this time?

That would be tantamount to openly standing on the opposite side of Liang Cheng.

To offend a rising business tycoon for a few beat-up cars and a license plate.

Anyone can do the math.

I ran into a wall for several days in a row.

Zhao Ruilong is going crazy.

He smashed everything he could in the office.

The subordinates were trembling with fear, and even when reporting on their work, they only dared to stand at the door.

He knew he had reached a dead end.

Looking at the entire Jingzhou region.

They have the ability and the courage to take on this mess.

Only one person remained.

Liang Cheng.

This name, like a poisonous thorn, is deeply embedded in his heart.

Should he beg his defeated opponent?

Let him go and beg the culprit who tricked him so badly?

This is worse than killing him.

however.

His father's cold gaze and the words "family rules" constantly echoed in his mind.

humiliation.

anger.

unwilling.

A torrent of emotions surged within him, threatening to tear him apart.

finally.

Reality ultimately crushed his last shred of dignity.

One night.

Zhao Ruilong found a trusted confidant.

"You...go and contact Speedy Logistics."

"Ask them..."

He paused for a long time, as if he had used up all his strength.

"Ask them if they're interested in acquiring our company."

......

Jingzhou under the cover of night.

Shedding the glitz and glamour of the daytime, it reveals a touch of genuine everyday life.

The food street was bustling with noise.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of cumin, chili, and charcoal.

Liang Cheng, Su Qingyu, and Li Hao sat at one of the busiest barbecue stalls on the street.

Plastic tables and chairs, cheap beer, yet the people sitting around them are there.

The atmosphere was exceptionally harmonious.

Just then.

Liang Cheng's heavy mobile phone rang, the piercing ringtone standing out clearly amidst the noise.

Liang Cheng slowly wiped his hands, picked up the phone and glanced at it.

It was an unfamiliar number.

Liang Cheng, however, remained unhurried.

In front of everyone, he pressed the answer button.

On the other end of the phone.

A man's voice, which he tried to keep calm, came through, but the speed of his speech betrayed his anxiety.

"Is this Mr. Liang? I'm calling on behalf of Mr. Zhao Ruilong. Regarding some previous misunderstandings, Mr. Zhao, you seem to think we can sit down and talk."

The man's tone still carried a hint of condescension.

It was as if Liang Cheng was being given a chance to negotiate.

This is already an immense blessing.

Liang Cheng didn't say anything.

He just listened quietly, the smile on his lips becoming more and more pronounced.

The man on the other end of the phone seemed to sense the pressure of the silence and quickly added something.

"Young Master Zhao is extremely busy and his time is precious. This time was specially set aside for you, and we hope that President Liang can..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Liang Cheng then pressed the hang-up button.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

A busy signal cut off all other sounds.

The entire barbecue stall seemed to have been muted at that moment.

Li Hao, Zhang Wei, and Zhao Ming were all petrified.

Their mouths were agape, wide enough to fit an egg, their eyes fixed intently on the mobile phone.

The three of them were clearly surprised that Zhao Ruilong would call, and what surprised them even more was...

Liang Cheng actually died, which was completely beyond the comprehension of the three of them!