I, the richest man in the world, concealed my identity and went to work in my own company, but I was treated like a cash machine by my girlfriend, a joke by my colleagues, and a waste by my relatives. They ridiculed: Do poor people deserve to live? Until the critical moment of the company's life and death, I casually signed a 100 billion acquisition agreement, and the whole place was completely silent. Those who once trampled on me knelt down and begged for mercy, but I tore up the settlement letter and gave them only one word: Get out.
