My dad is the richest man, but he asked me to deliver food.
Three months, minus ten degrees, in a partitioned house in a village in the city. I went from being the prince of a group to a delivery boy who was complained about every day.
Until that day, a customer humiliated me in public, and she was fired from the company that night.
There was only one sentence in my father's text message: "If you want to come back, you must first understand the business rules in this area."
I gritted my teeth and continued delivering food, but found that this identity allowed me to see things that could never be seen on the top floor, the flow of water in every store, the flow of customers on every street, and the story behind every rider.
Half a year later, I turned the entire takeaway station into an intelligence network.
A year later, I hold the business lifeline of this area in my hands.
My dad is the richest man, but I will work my way to the top.
Reader comments
When I first read this book, I thought it was just another trick of pretending to be poor and slapping someone in the face. As a result, I noticed something was wrong. Lu Chen's frostbite on his hands had healed and grown longer. What was written in the notebook was not a trade secret, but "the eggs at the pancake stall in the east of the city were too old for frying." His mother had been making the buns for three months, and Zhou Yan's mother had made them with salty stuffing on the day he signed the equity letter. The most cruel thing is Lu Zhengshan's words; "This is the root, never forget it." This book is not about counterattack, but about remembering. Remember chilblains, remember steamed buns, remember those stalls. Five stars, not because it's cool, but because I remembered it.
When I first read this book, I thought it was just another trick of pretending to be poor and slapping someone in the face. As a result, I noticed something was wrong. Lu Chen's frostbite on his hands had healed and grown longer. What was written in the notebook was not a trade secret, but "the eggs at the pancake stall in the east of the city were too old for frying." His mother had been making the buns for three months, and Zhou Yan's mother had made them with salty stuffing on the day he signed the equity letter. The most cruel thing is Lu Zhengshan's words; "This is the root, never forget it." This book is not about counterattack, but about remembering. Remember chilblains, remember steamed buns, remember those stalls. Five stars, not because it's cool, but because I remembered it.