When he woke up, senior marketing director Jiang Pan became a pauper with the same name in the 1980s. I looked down and saw that I lived in a shabby tile house with drafts from all sides. I was wearing old clothes that had been patched three times, and my pockets were cleaner than my face. The only "advantage" is that my family has a good background and my parents are both honest and upright people. But honest people will only be bullied. Seeing that the whole family is about to drink from the northwest wind, Jiang Pan slaps his thigh: No, I have to make money! You can't do it without money! No capital, no connections, no connections? Jiang Pan: It's not a big problem, it all depends on your mouth. To the director of a state-owned hotel, she talked about "brand effect" and "hungry marketing"; to the boss of a clothing manufacturer, she accurately predicted the fashion trends of "bell-bottom pants" and "really good"; to the big boss who came to discuss cooperation, she pretended to be mysterious, creating an image of a master who said, "I have a deep background, but I am just temporarily down." Relying on decades-old marketing concepts and a strong mentality of bragging about not paying taxes, Jiang Pan just packaged himself as a "mysterious predator" from the south, and his business was booming, leaving many competitors stunned. But, what happened to the man who always stared at her with a pair of sharp eyes? Lu Jing, the famous cold-faced King of Hell in a certain military compound, cornered her with a dangerous breath: "I checked you, and the 'overseas relatives' and 'southern connections' you mentioned don't seem to exist?" Jiang Pan's heart tightened, and his appearance was as steady as an old dog: "Oh? Then maybe... You didn't find it?" Lu Jing: "..." Okay, he wants to see this little liar who talks about running the show.
