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

Su Qingyu remained seated.

Looking at the exquisite food on the plate, I had no appetite at all.

Are you feeling wronged?

Of course I feel wronged.

She helped Liang Cheng establish Qingyu Food Factory.

For the packaging design of iced tea.

How many all-nighters did she stay up?

In order to manage those workers well.

She was a frail girl, but she forced herself to learn to swear and to be tough.

But now.

In other people's eyes.

She remained just a "merchant's daughter" who was unworthy of Liang Cheng.

Su Qingyu's eyes were a little red.

But she didn't cry.

She took a deep breath and forced back her tears.

She remembered something Liang Cheng had once said.

Tears are an excuse for the weak; the strong only seek solutions to problems.

Su Qingyu took out a handkerchief and wiped her mouth.

His gaze gradually hardened.

envy?

That's the behavior of an incompetent person.

Su Qingyu knew very well.

Although those rumors were unpleasant, they were right about one thing.

She really can't keep up with Liang Cheng's pace now.

Liang Cheng has too high a vision and too grand a perspective.

He was talking about how the economic cycle is a province-wide undertaking and a political game.

And what about yourself?

I'm still debating whether this packaging looks good or not.

Has that order been shipped?

If this continues...

She knew she would eventually become just a decorative vase by Liang Cheng's side, a subordinate who could be replaced at any time.

"I won't be a decorative vase."

"I will be his sword and his shield!"

Su Qingyu stood up, neither returning to her dormitory nor going to Liang Cheng to complain.

Instead, he went straight to the library.

She went to the bookshelf for law and business administration.

He picked up a thick stack of professional books.

Company Law, Macroeconomics, Corporate Strategic Management...

starting today.

Su Qingyu was determined to absorb knowledge like crazy.

Since we can't change our origins, we can change our abilities.

Someday.

Su Qingyu wanted to shut everyone up.

She wanted everyone to know that the only person standing beside Liang Cheng was Su Qingyu!

......

at the same time.

The center of Jingzhou.

Royal No. 1 Club.

This is the most luxurious den of iniquity in the entire Jingzhou, and it was also Zhao Ruilong's favorite place to visit in the past.

Inside the private room.

Bright lights and bustling activity, singing birds and dancing butterflies.

Zhao Ruilong had a heavily made-up beauty in his arms, a glass of foreign liquor in his hand, but his face was terribly gloomy.

Since selling Shanshui Logistics to Liang Cheng for one yuan.

He has been feeling very frustrated these past few days.

Although he got rid of the debt burden, he always felt that he had lost, and lost badly.

That bastard actually took away Shanshui Logistics, which he had painstakingly built up, for just one dollar.

And this happened in front of so many subordinates!

What's even more infuriating is...

There are rumors circulating that he is a "money-giving boy" and that he is Liang Cheng's "treasure-giving Guanyin".

Even his second sister, Zhao Xiaohui, who usually doted on him, called and gave him a good scolding.

They called him a good-for-nothing who only squandered money.

"Brother Long, come on, let's have a drink!"

next to.

A fat man approached.

This man, Liu Pangzi, started his business in demolition in Jingzhou. He's ruthless and vicious, and is Zhao Ruilong's henchman.

"Brother Long, you have no idea, that express delivery company is incredibly popular right now!"

"Ever since they acquired Shanshui Logistics, almost all the goods in the entire Handong Province now have to go through their channels."

"I heard that Speedata Logistics' daily turnover is around this number!"

The man held up five fingers.

"Fifty thousand?" Zhao Ruilong frowned.

"What?! Fifty thousand! It's five hundred thousand!"

"And that's net profit!"

"That's practically a money-printing machine!"

"Brother Long, isn't that infuriating? Those vehicles, those routes—they used to be the assets of Shanshui Company!"

"Now look what's happened, they've all become Liang Cheng's cash cow."

"I heard he's been recruiting heavily, preparing to enter the real estate market..."

"Snap!"

A crisp sound.

Zhao Ruilong crushed the crystal wine glass in his hand.

It looks startling.

The music in the private room stopped abruptly.

Everyone stared in horror at Zhao Ruilong, whose face was contorted with rage.

"Five hundred thousand..."

"Daily net profit of 500,000..."

Zhao Ruilong gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, like an enraged wild beast.

He felt as if someone had slapped him hard across the face.

It's burning hot!

What "poison pill"?

What "burden"?

Fuck it!

I have been tricked!

I was completely made a fool of by that bastard Liang Cheng!

He bought a hen that lays golden eggs from his possession for one dollar!

And what about yourself?

They were still smugly pleased with themselves, thinking they had gotten rid of the trouble.

This is hardly a stop-loss order.

This is practically handing over weapons to the enemy!

"Liang Cheng!!!"

"I'm not finished with you!"

"What you've swallowed, I'll make you spit out with interest sooner or later!"

"Bang!"

A crisp sound.

A Louis XIII bottle worth tens of thousands of dollars exploded on the wall.

The amber-colored liquor, mixed with glistening shards of glass, splattered everywhere.

"I'm going to kill him! I absolutely have to kill him!"

Zhao Ruilong grabbed the ashtray on the table and was about to smash it down again.

"Brother Long! Brother Long, calm down!"

"Brother Long, it's not worth getting sick over a mere brat!"

While patting Zhao Ruilong on the back, Fatty Liu winked at the hostesses next to him, signaling them to get lost.

Zhao Ruilong slumped onto the sofa.

He gulped down a mouthful of wine, gritting his teeth.

"Fatty, go find me someone."

"I'm going to shut down his factory! I'm going to make the fire department, sanitation department, and tax authorities have to go there for questioning every day!"

"I refuse to believe that I, Zhao Ruilong, can't deal with Liang Cheng in this small corner of Jingzhou!"

Upon hearing this, Fatty Liu's face stiffened.

He cautiously leaned close to Zhao Ruilong's ear.

"Brother Long, this move... I'm afraid it won't work."

Zhao Ruilong whirled around, his eyes fierce: "What did you say?"

Fatty Liu shrank his neck and said with a wry smile:

"Brother Long, have you forgotten what the old man said?"

"The old man said the day before yesterday that these are critical times, and that old man from the Liang family is keeping an eye on us."

"The old man strictly ordered that no official power should be used to deal with Liang Cheng."

"If the old man finds out you've gone against the grain..."

Fatty Liu made a throat-slitting gesture.

Zhao Ruilong trembled.

The initial rush of alcohol to my head instantly sobered me up by half.

He remembered his father Zhao Lichun's gloomy face, which seemed to drip water.

That was absolute suppression from power.

If he dares to use his public power to punish Liang Cheng at this critical juncture, he will be in trouble once Liang Qunfeng finds a pretext to do so.

His dad really will break his legs!

"Grass!"

Zhao Ruilong slammed his fist on the sofa.

"This won't work, that won't work!"

"Are you just going to let me swallow this insult?"

"Watching Liang Cheng climb to the top by stepping on my face?"

Zhao Ruilong was so frustrated that he wanted to kill someone.

The feeling of having power but being unable to use it, and having nowhere to exert it, is worse than being killed.

Fatty Liu rolled his eyes.

A sinister glint flashed in those beady green eyes.

"Brother Long, the old man doesn't want us to use our 'open' power."

"but......"

Fatty Liu lowered his voice, a lewd and sinister smile spreading across his face.

"We can play dirty tricks."