Chapter 41
Jiang Luo’s lips curved in a faint smile, calm, composed, and commanding: “Gentlemen, let’s all prosper together.” The businessmen gathered […]
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.
Jiang Luo’s lips curved in a faint smile, calm, composed, and commanding: “Gentlemen, let’s all prosper together.” The businessmen gathered […]
Even though each doll cost fifteen to buy, selling them for twenty still made five yuan apiece—better profit than most
Bai Ting explained, “I just thought Jiang Luo’s biological parents seemed like good people. They’re nice, they’re well off… If
Another female coworker added, “I know, the small market has really changed. They’re selling all kinds of new, trendy stuff
Zhao Guangyuan suddenly thought of something and asked Su Lan, as well as Zhao Shuo, “Has Mingming really never gone
Jiang Luo withdrew his gaze from the other side, tore open a lollipop, popped it into his mouth, and lifted
He gave a polite smile. “Jiang Shao, I really wasn’t trying to steal your business. How about this—you sell at
“Mm.” Jiang Luo lay there with his eyes closed. He’d had a bit to drink, and his head was foggy.
“You said, ‘You guys call this doing business? It’s scamming—everything’s fake around here.’” “You already know Wencheng is full of
“One side is someone I know but not close with, and the other side is you, Jiang Shao. Of course
“They say the small market buys their stock from who-knows-where.” “I heard it’s from Wencheng.” “Really? Wencheng’s been on the
— When Huo Zongzhuo pulled his suitcase out of the airport, this was the scene that greeted him: a young
Jiang Luo was in charge of the women’s clothing. Without hesitation, he set to work. The next day, Wang Chuang
Zhang Ningfu spoke while glancing at Jiang Luo across the coffee table, muttering to himself. He felt that Boss Jiang
Huo Zongzhuo hadn’t even eaten yet, but he was feeling exhilarated. He really liked seeing Jiang Luo act like this.
“Yeah, yeah.” Zhang Ningfu nodded again, a goofy smile spreading across his face. Jiang Luo: such a fool. Zhang Ningfu
In his mind, he wasn’t really going home for meals—he was going to the dormitory at the silk factory, just
Jiang Luo turned his head and asked, “Are you reluctant to leave?” Huo Zongzhuo smiled, raising the hand resting on
“Was it tough?” “Did you feel pressured?” Jiang Luo replied calmly, “If you feel wronged, or don’t want to do
“All the latest imported weaving machines—must have been a huge investment.” “Factory’s in Tongcheng, but the owner might not even