I was admitted to a top university as the top student in a small town, and then joined a top investment bank but was bullied by my supervisor.
She asked me to post invoices and write meeting minutes, but she kept my quantitative model as her own and gave it to her confidants.
The chairman accidentally discovered my talent and publicly praised me, which made my boss jealous to the point of distortion.
When I was framed and suspended from work without pay, my girlfriend broke up the engagement: "a waste with no future."
The company's performance collapsed, and the chairman visited the thatched cottage and asked me to turn the tide.
I found out the truth and fired my boss, but angered the big shot behind him.
My mother was critically ill, and the leader in charge smiled grimly: "Since ancient times, it has been difficult to have both loyalty and filial piety."
The big shot secretly manipulated the traffic so that I missed the last time I saw my mother.
I wiped away my tears and launched a financial sniper war with the support of the chairman.
Big shot business empires collapse in scandal.
When the leader in charge knelt in front of me, I dialed the reporting hotline: "Hello? Economic investigation detachment?"
The great revenge was avenged, and I grew up to be a prince.
However, the cruelty of financial war is far more cruel than I imagined...
