Inheriting a Tycoon's Fortune Starts with Experiencing an Ordinary Life

"Welcome to our company." Zhao Qianqian looked at the arrogant, potbellied fat man before her, fought back her fury, and introduced the company's business and achievements. Sigh. As a conscientious company president, her life was exhausting.

"You fat slob, look at the floor. Do you know what this is?" Liu Yue was furious and grabbed Zhao Qianqian.

"A Persian, handmade silk carpet. It costs 100,000 per square meter, and our entire 300-square-meter office is covered in it!"

"See the flower vase on the table? It was auctioned at Christie's last month. It's 700 years old and was part of a temple collection in Fushan, Japan! It's worth at least half a billion!"

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"See that handsome guy? He's the son of the richest man in the country. Buying your company would be easier for him than buying groceries! What have you got to be so arrogant about?"

Weren't they supposed to keep a low profile? Sigh, Zhou Yan felt exhausted.