Once a hard-working employee among the corporate drones, striving to earn more and get ahead so he could enjoy a decent life, Bai Hefeng now found himself in another world, lying in an ICU bed. Through half-lidded eyes, he watched several rows of expressionless men in black standing outside the glass, and had no choice but to keep thinking about how to make money for the group going forward.
When he first woke up, Bai Hefeng had genuinely wondered how he’d somehow ended up living a different life. Was it because that ruined temple he’d taken shelter in during a rainy night had brought him into contact with someone destined for him?
Before he could figure out how he’d gotten here, the legal team came through the door with paperwork for him to sign and stamp, making him the company’s new legal representative. Rescuing the group from its dire situation was a life-or-death undertaking. Two generations of the family had already worked themselves sick and to death, and the third generation’s sole heir was the man lying in this bed.
A workers’ strike and wave of wage claims were already looming. Bai Hefeng had no choice but to take on this life-threatening mess. Looking at the group’s staggering losses in the financial reports, he nearly leaped out of bed. This wasn’t just a “third-generation” problem. It was enough to kill a man!
From that day on, the world would never again see the steel-straight Bai heir. The rise of Bai the Tycoon, on his way to the summit and supreme power, was about to take off!
Bai the Tycoon carried a thousand burdens and felt the pressure keenly!
With all that pressure, who could he turn to for a chat and a little stress relief?
Xiaohong? Azi? Xixi? Xuan’er? Li’er?
Sigh. Even tycoons have it rough!
