In Beijing circles, there is an unwritten rule circulating among the top wealthy families: you can offend anyone, but never offend Zhi Geng. She had no last name and no one knew where she was from. She just knows. When the heirs of the Shen family were worried about a piece of land, a phone call from Zhi Guan could stop their opponents. The eldest son of the Shen family burst into tears of gratitude: "Miss Zhigeng, what do you want?" Zhigeng leaned on the sofa, swaying the red wine glass, and lazily raised his eyes: "Your brother." The whole place was dead silent. The rebellious second generation ancestor of the Shen family who could not be controlled by anyone was standing obediently behind her, straightening her clothes. When her arrogant rivals wanted to use money and power to kill her, Zhigeng just smiled and bought the property they were proud of on the grounds that "the logo is too ugly and affects the city's appearance." The other party was so angry that he vomited blood: "Who are you?!" Zhigeng adjusted his gloves slowly: "Someone you can't afford to offend." Everyone thought that behind Zhigeng stood some mysterious boss with a monstrous background. They dug like crazy, trying to find that "surname" that would define her, control her. It was not until later that the group of successors who stood at the top of the power pyramid, with hands and eyes as bright as the sky, were all submissive to her and were willing to serve her. Only then did they suddenly realize that behind Zhi Geng, she was the only one standing. She is no one's vassal, she is the rule herself, the only bug in the wealthy power game. [Small Theater] At a certain dinner, someone had the courage to ask the second young master of the Shen family: "Your eldest son is so afraid of missing the lady, what about you?"
