Chapter 61
Jiang Luo had actually been keeping an eye on Mo Wanzhen all along, knowing that she was doing well at […]
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 had actually been keeping an eye on Mo Wanzhen all along, knowing that she was doing well at […]
Within a few days, locals who frequented Yong’an Department Store all knew: a new brand called “Vilanido” had arrived. The
In Jiang Luo’s mind, it didn’t matter what Wang Junwei and the others did, as long as it wasn’t too
Jiang Luo made decisions quickly and decisively: “There’s a building behind the factory that used to be the cafeteria. We
Su Lan was delighted, laughing: “So he’s really got the business on track. I thought he was still driving trucks
Accountant Xue said, “We’d have to check with Tongcheng.” He added, “His temper is fine? Two minutes late with tea
Jiang Luo took the business card, glanced at it, and smiled. “Sure. I’ll stop by sometime.” “See you.” The man
Because he wasn’t worth it. This lifetime… Lying there, Jiang Luo swung one leg lazily and spoke in his head
“At least tens of thousands a day.” Jiang Luo said it as calmly as if he were talking about a
Jiang Luo was genuinely puzzled. “Do you have a sweetheart in Beijing or something? Why are you in Beijing again?”
They had already tasted the sweetness of selling knockoff goods. Having made up their minds, they left, heading for other
Jiang Luo understood as soon as he heard—it wouldn’t be Guo Ronghai. After that last dinner, Guo Ronghai wouldn’t dare
“Your sincerity is more than enough—I feel it. But unearned rewards shouldn’t be taken. I can’t accept the money.” “To
“What do you think, Young Master Li?” Li Fengrui read it, going over the words again and again, his brows
“I have a counter brand generating 15 million in turnover over ten months. If I take a 10-million loan, what’s
Huo Zongzhuo chuckled. “No wonder that time a branch manager brought medicine over. I thought he was really sick—so that’s
Zhao Guangyuan paused, listened, and thought it over. Huo Zongzhuo made perfect sense. Yes, the pigeon is the pigeon, the
“Buying equipment costs money. If the bank lends the money, the bank benefits.” “When the industry develops industrially, production efficiency
At the signature line for the guarantee, no pen ever touched the paper—Huo Zongzhuo put away his pen. So what
Jiang Luo leaned against the doorframe, swaying slightly as he turned, his gaze flicking to Huo Zongzhuo’s glasses. “You nearsighted?”