Chapter 121
Huo Zongzhuo looked at Jiang Luo calmly and said, “I warned him before, over what Guo Ronghai did.” “He behaved […]
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.
Huo Zongzhuo looked at Jiang Luo calmly and said, “I warned him before, over what Guo Ronghai did.” “He behaved […]
Fate really is strange. What was even stranger was that today, Jiang Luo had seen a side of Huo Zongzhuo
Jiang Jianmin put on an air of knowing better. “Scholars, farmers, artisans, merchants—small merchants are the lowest of the low.”
“Complimenting you.” Jiang Luo thought to himself: your company, Boss Huo, is going to be universally recognized across China as
After they finished touring the warehouse, the man leading the group took them on to the fabric inspection workshop. Jiang
As he handed out the envelopes, he said, “At your factory, as long as Mr. Jiang has the final say,
Zhao Guangyuan didn’t comment on whether Zhao Mingshi should stay in the U.S., nor did he object to him going
“Go, go, go.” Pan Xiao waved him off. “What do you mean, ‘corroded by capitalism’? Mr. Jiang gave it to
“My dad would be upset if he heard you say anything about Northern Jiangsu, some small county, barely on the
He had decided, no matter what, to pay his respects to Huo Zongzhuo—to show sincerity, loyalty—so he could keep basking
“Alright, I’ve smelled it.” Huo Zongzhuo forced himself to stay calm. Jiang Luo withdrew his arm, sniffed it himself, then
“As for the collaboration, I do have my own plans and arrangements.” “Thank you, Miss Yu, for thinking so highly
“You only have one option: close the Singapore factory, cut your losses in time, and test the waters back here
“Dad!” “Guangyuan.” Su Lan and Zhao Shuo quickly moved to calm him, too scared to say much, urging, “Don’t get
“I can’t just stand by and let Zhang Ningfu not treat himself like a human being,” Jiang Luo said. Huo
Even after Yu Dong left, he kept craning his neck, watching her go. Pulling his head back into the office,
But the moment Liu Jiao started boasting that things were going well, Kong Weihong grabbed the ashtray on his desk
Huo Zongzuo couldn’t help but laugh. “Gold bars are for you,” he said with a grin. “Spend them however you
By June of that year, his factory and shipping volume had begun to take shape, and the financial flow looked
“It’s fine if there aren’t enough,” Jiang Luo said, half-laughing, half-exasperated. “Pan Xiao just called me, saying Haimen and the