Traveling through the millennium of America, Victor became the illegitimate son of a top tycoon.
I thought I could live peacefully and become the second generation of rich people, but I was ruthlessly kicked out by my family and exiled to the streets of Los Angeles. I was left with a crisis public relations company that was on the verge of bankruptcy.
A hellish start?
No, Victor discovered that this is a world composed of countless American TV series!
Since the door of the upper class has been welded shut, dig out a road to the sky from the sewer!
"Old Bai, if you want your family to be safe, you can only develop the medicine for me in this life."
"Saul, put away your cleverness and go clean up that $100 million black debt for me."
"Sheldon, you have to sign this patent transfer contract even if you don't want to sign it."
"Caroline, stop serving dishes at the fast food restaurant and manage this chain consortium for me."
From the gray scavengers in the slums, to the underground godfathers with hands and eyes, to the multinational oligarchs who dominate Hollywood and monopolize technology and medical care.
Many years later.
When the aloof chaebol family was on the verge of bankruptcy, they knelt humbly in front of Victor and begged for financial assistance.
Victor sat behind the solid gold desk, blew out a puff of cigar smoke, and smiled lightly: "Sorry, you have offended the wrong person."
