When Bai Zhenzhu kicked open the scumbag's safe, the bankbook clearly showed the joint account of her husband and his mistress.
After resurrecting her life, she used a trick to swallow up all the gray assets of the scumbag, but she met Mr. Zhou from Hong Kong City at the stock exchange - he was staring at the development map of Pudong New Area drawn by himself, with an undercurrent in his eyes.
In the golden age of reinforced concrete, she leveraged her tens of billions of real estate business by getting rich through demolition, and he and his Hong Kong-funded consortium were pressing harder.
Everyone in the stock exchange's red vests is spreading the rumor: The woman wearing a silk cheongsam killed herself in the stock market and threw Prince Zhou's tie into the Huangpu River together with the bidding documents.
And the yellowed approval documents in the state-owned enterprise restructuring files are bleeding with the blood of thirty-eight lives...
Reader comments
Both the content and the heroine are in-depth, but they are too fragmented and have no sense of picture. It's very jumpy and I can't keep up with the author's rhythm. It's so confusing.
Both the content and the heroine are in-depth, but they are too fragmented and have no sense of picture. It's very jumpy and I can't keep up with the author's rhythm. It's so confusing.