After Graduating from a Prestigious School, I Opened a Pedicure Shop and Became a Godfather

[Tag: no system, IQ crushing, extreme coldness, rise of gray products] Gu Changfeng, graduate of a top finance university Now, he is the down-and-out shopkeeper of the "Yaman Foot Spa" in the dark alley. He held a diploma from the finance department of a prestigious school in his hand, and stepped on broken bricks covered with phlegm on the ground. The landlady, Sister Lan, laughed at him: "A college student is so handsome, how unqualified is it to wash the feet of migrant workers? I will introduce you to a few rich women, don't you earn more than this?" The gangster who collects protection money stepped on his face: "A top student from a prestigious school? Do you know how to settle accounts? You've missed one penny of my money this month, so I'll give you a finger." Gu Changfeng did not take action, just spat out a mouthful of blood foam and said coldly: "Sister Lan, I have the account books of your tax evasion last year. Brother Biao, there are three holes in your company's accounts. It will start in five years, or... Give me this street." Three minutes later, the gangster knelt down and called him daddy, and the landlord bowed his head. The famous school taught him gentleness, but the dark alley taught him winner-takes-all. In this lawless place with no laws and only chips, Gu Changfeng tore the scholar's mask to pieces with his own hands. He weaves an intelligence network in the sway of cheongsam and black silk, and calculates global finance in the smell of inferior tobacco. Don't call me a college student. Please call me - Godfather.