Becoming the Richest Man Starts with Living an Ordinary Life

"Liu Yue, this client's a tough one. Go handle them!" Zhao Qianqian adjusted her wavy short hair. Important work called for a professional.

"You fatso, don't touch anything! Watch your step. Do you even know what this is?"

"A handmade Persian silk rug, worth a hundred thousand per square meter. Our entire 300-square-meter office is covered in it!"

"See the vase with the flowers on the table? It was sold at Christie's last month. It's 700 years old, from a temple in Fukushima, Japan! Worth nearly fifty million!"

"See that man? He's the richest man's eldest son! In the flesh! He could buy your company as easily as buying groceries! What have you got to be so arrogant about?"

Wasn't he supposed to keep a low profile? Sigh, Zhou Yan was exhausted.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.