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

Jingzhou, Zhao Family Villa.

The lights tonight seem to exude a chilling aura.

The atmosphere in the living room was extremely oppressive.

"Snapped!"

An expensive bone china teacup was smashed hard on the polished marble floor and shattered.

The scattered porcelain shards resembled a pale, lifeless flower.

Zhao Lichun's chest heaved violently.

He pointed at Zhao Ruilong's nose, his voice distorted with anger.

"Are you a pig?!"

"When I asked you to dispose of the company, I meant for you to quietly deregister it, or find a clean front to gradually divest your assets!"

"How could you sell it to Liang Cheng? And for just one dollar!"

"You've practically peeled my face off and used it as a shoe insole for Liang Qunfeng!"

Zhao Lichun felt his blood pressure soaring.

He spent half his life navigating the ups and downs of officialdom.

I have never suffered such a humiliating disgrace.

Zhao Ruilong's cheek, where he had been slapped, was still red and swollen.

At this moment, he was filled with grievances and resentment.

He stubbornly retorted.

"Dad, didn't you tell me to deal with this right away?"

"Right now, besides that idiot Liang Cheng, who in the entire Jingzhou would dare to take on this mess?"

"If I don't sell it to him, wouldn't you be even angrier if this bomb exploded in my own hands?"

These words were like a wad of cotton, stuck tightly in Zhao Lichun's chest.

He was stuck in a limbo, his face turning ashen.

Rebel!

That unfilial son!

He only saw the commercial losses, but he had no idea how big the political hole behind them was!

Zhao Lichun's biggest worry was that the Liang family would make a big deal out of this.

How will the entire Han Dong officialdom view him?

A municipal party secretary who can't even discipline his own son.

A Standing Committee member who was humiliated by his political enemies with just one dollar.

How did he gain the respect of the people?

Why strive for that higher position?

"you....."

Zhao Lichun pointed at Zhao Ruilong, trembling with anger, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Just as the father and son were about to clash.

The door was pushed open.

A woman dressed in a well-fitting suit, exuding a capable air, strode in.

It was Zhao Lichun's daughter, Zhao Xiaohui.

"Dad, Ruilong, what's wrong?"

Zhao Xiaohui frowned as she looked at the mess on the ground.

She quickly stepped forward and supported the swaying Zhao Lichun.

"Dad, calm down. It's not worth getting sick over such a small thing."

She gently comforted him.

At the same time, he gave Zhao Ruilong a warning look.

Zhao Ruilong then reluctantly shut his mouth.

Zhao Xiaohui helped her father sit down on the sofa and personally poured him a glass of warm water.

"Dad, I heard about this as soon as I got back."

"In my opinion, although Ruilong acted rashly, it may not necessarily be a purely bad thing."

Zhao Lichun snorted coldly.

He didn't reply, but his ears perked up.

Zhao Xiaohui glanced at her good-for-nothing brother and continued her analysis with clear and logical reasoning.

"We know best what's going on with Shanshui Logistics."

"Huge debts, chaotic management, and that fleet of vehicles that's about to be scrapped."

"Liang Cheng is young after all. He may have some business acumen, but ultimately he lacks experience."

"He thought he had gotten a huge bargain and thoroughly humiliated us."

"In reality, he swallowed a poison pill coated with sugar."

Zhao Xiaohui's voice was calm and logical.

"Dad, think about it. After he takes over, will he be able to settle all those messy accounts? Will he be able to pay the drivers' wages? Will he be able to cover the repair costs for those beat-up cars?"

"These are all bottomless pits."

"If he doesn't handle this well, his own express delivery logistics will be completely dragged down by this mess."

"When the cash flow dries up, that's when the Liang family will be in trouble."

These words.

Like a tranquilizer, it was injected into Zhao Lichun's heart.

A tense expression.

Things finally calmed down a bit.

Correct.

My daughter has a point.

That company is a pile of garbage.

Whoever touches it will be unlucky.

How could Liang Cheng, that little brat, possibly be able to handle this?

He was just indulging in a moment of pleasure.

He will soon pay a heavy price for his youthful arrogance.

Thinking about this...

Zhao Lichun felt much better.

He glanced at Zhao Ruilong, who was still standing there, his voice cold.

"You, you better behave yourself for a while!"

"Stop embarrassing yourself!"

Zhao Ruilong felt as if he had been granted a pardon and nodded hurriedly.

"Yes, yes, I'll leave right away."

Zhao Lichun then looked at his daughter.

"Xiao Hui, please keep an eye on things for me afterwards."

"I want to see how Liang Cheng will digest this poison pill."

"I'm waiting to see him suffer from indigestion and regret it so much!"

The Zhao family was calculating their next move meticulously.

They were immersed in their own vision of a wonderful future.

But don't know.

Faced with Liang Cheng's absolute strength.

What they call a "poison pill".

It's just an appetizer.

.....

The Zhao family is trying to comfort themselves.

However, the outside world interprets it in a completely different light.

The young master of the Liang family swallowed up the mountain and water logistics of the young master of the Zhao family for one yuan.

This news swept through the official and business circles of Jingzhou like a hurricane.

Nobody is a fool.

Everyone can see it clearly.

This is not a bargain at all.

This is a one-sided crushing defeat.

It was a complete commercial victory.

even.

This forced Zhao Lichao to "cut off his own flesh to feed the eagles," sacrificing his own arm to survive.

These concrete "achievements" are far more convincing than any rumors or gossip.

Early the next morning.

In the corridor of the provincial party committee building.

Several familiar division-level cadres gathered in a corner and whispered among themselves while they were fetching water.

"Have you heard? Secretary Liang's son has really made Secretary Liang proud."

"That's right, I heard Zhao Lichun was so angry that he smashed things at home."

"This is getting interesting. Everyone was saying that Secretary Liang was going to lose power, but now it seems that the outcome is still uncertain."

Many officials who were initially pessimistic about Liang Qunfeng and were preparing to align themselves with Zhao Lichun were also affected.

At this moment, they all began to waver.

They had to re-examine the risks and benefits of taking sides.

In the private rooms of several high-end clubs in Jingzhou.

Those business owners who normally have to look up to the Zhao family.

Everyone is talking about it now.

"Young Master Liang's skills are truly both high and ruthless."

"Yes, he won in the business world, gaining both face and substance. Zhao Ruilong lost both his wife and his army this time."

"It seems that things are about to change in Handong."

The situation had originally been one-sided in favor of the Zhao family.

Because of this seemingly perfect business victory, a subtle loosening has emerged.

In officialdom, imposing presence is paramount.

As one side gains and the other loses, the other gains.

A subtle undercurrent has begun to quietly stir.

Storm is coming.