Chapter 1
Late April, 1990. In the staff housing compound of Haishi’s Second Silk Factory, on the fourth floor of Building No. […]
In his previous life, Jiang Luo— the real young master who had been switched at birth—spent his entire life clashing with Zhao Mingshi, the fake young master who grew up in wealth and privilege under Jiang Luo’s rightful identity. Jiang Luo dreamed of everything that Zhao Mingshi obtained so effortlessly: parental love and attention, resources handed to him on a silver platter, and a high-class social circle he had access to since childhood.
Jiang Luo fought with everything he had, yet in the end, his biological parents still didn’t love him. No one sincerely helped him. Even the business he took pride in barely stayed afloat, and his own brother stabbed him in the back.
Given a second chance, Jiang Luo finally figured it out.
He had the looks, he had the brains—why should he waste another life competing with Zhao Mingshi?
Parental affection?
Who cared?
The Zhao family’s connections and resources?
Not worth a damn.
Jiang Luo realized that once he kicked all of that aside, his life would open up infinitely.
So when Zhao Mingshi came crying in front of both families, begging Jiang Luo not to kick him out of the Zhao household, Jiang Luo slapped him across the face and sent him flying with a kick:
“Get the hell out! Take both your birth parents and adoptive parents with you! Don’t stand in my way!”
After that, Jiang Luo relied on his sharp mind, guts ordinary people didn’t have, and talent one in a million to start carving his own path through H City’s business world.
People used to know him only as that pitiful kid who got switched at birth and look at him with sympathy or judgment. But soon enough, “President Jiang” became a name that swept across the entire commercial circle. Everyone respectfully called him: Young Master Jiang.
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With a new life ahead, Jiang Luo’s goals were simple: money, power, and living freely.
Later, he added one more thing—Huo Zongzhuo.
Late April, 1990. In the staff housing compound of Haishi’s Second Silk Factory, on the fourth floor of Building No. […]
Jiang Luo hadn’t eaten something this bland in years. And instant noodles, on top of that—nothing tasty about them. In
Jiang Luo found himself laughing at how he used to be. He even flashed a smile, raised a brow at
Jiang Luo’s promise didn’t sway him one bit. Not even close—his ass was worth far more than that. He didn’t
When Jiang Luo bought in, Dian Vacuum was at 59.8. By the time the trading office closed that day, it
When he put the suit on, he couldn’t help but think: whoever owned this must be huge—broad shoulders, tall—because the
Zhang Xiangping said again, “You still expect him to show filial respect? Dream on! He’s flown off—gone without a word!”
“I’m not saying Mingshi is bad.” Su Lan said, “I mean Jiang Luo. I’m worried he might do something rash.
Jiang Luo added, “Don’t worry. Three days from now, I’ll pay you back in full—plus half of whatever profit I
Huo Zongzhuo chuckled again. He’d figured it out by now—Jiang Luo might look young, but he was anything but naïve.
Jiang Luo got in the car, still feeling baffled. In this lifetime, Huo Zongzhuo was treating him exceptionally well. The
Jiang Luo had zero intention of paying Zhao Shuo any mind, but when he heard the rustling behind him and
Jiang Luo had just taken a bite of his steamed bun when he arrived at the Jing’an brokerage the next
Lü Fuhua scooped up the cash on the desk. “In business, you gotta have at least some basic integrity, right?”
He stared at him, stunned. After a few seconds, he finally managed to squeeze out a question. “Why are we
Wang Chuang’s parents got the call from the school while they were still at the factory. They were stunned—and furious.
220 bucks?! His parents worked at the silk factory—each of them barely made 310 yuan a month. Instinctively, Wang Chuang
His mind drifted briefly—to Huo Zongzhuo. China was drowning in excess production of everyday goods. It wouldn’t be long before
Jiang Luo didn’t find anything strange. He just let the corner of his mouth twitch slightly—Boss Zhang didn’t know them,
“You need to send the goods from the train station to Haicheng. If you’re going to be there, of course