My rich second-generation roommate bragged about his wealth every day and looked down on country folk. "Yesterday, my dad and I met President Kong of Dongshun Corporation. You know President Kong, right? He's one of the biggest restaurant tycoons around here... One meal at his restaurant costs more than you poor bumpkins could earn in ten years."
I'd been mistaken for a country bumpkin by accident and had planned to let it slide. But this rich kid roommate was so adorably stupid that, just to show off, he spilled every last detail about his family's assets and connections.
As it happened, this little piece was all our family's business empire needed to complete its puzzle.
So I flattered him into a false sense of security while playing the sycophant and gathering information.
Half a year later, our family's business puzzle was complete, and I became the future head of the family. Meanwhile, my rich kid roommate was drowning in debt after losing his family's exclusive local rights.
See? We all have a bright future.
