The Capital: The Strongest Crown Prince

After seven years away from home, everyone thought the Qin family's third generation had fallen into decline. Then the Audi A6L bearing the plate “Emperor A·00011” drove through those vermilion gates once more. Qin Mo had returned. His childhood friends now commanded territories of their own, while old rivals watched him like hawks. There were even rich young upstarts arrogant enough to try stepping on this “seemingly ordinary” heir. He was used to keeping a low profile, with a cup of clear tea and a string of incense beads. But no one knew that one phone call from him could make a tycoon in Southeast Asia kneel and beg for mercy; a quiet word could send Wall Street into turmoil; and a wave of his hand could decide the outcome of a power struggle thousands of miles away. He never fought for anything, because everything was already in the palm of his hand. This is a story about true, top-tier power: not in the noisy world of the internet or the flashy supercar clubs, but behind the quiet red walls, in the respectful words, “Young Master Mo.”