At the age of thirty, Li Mo became a substitute driver.
He had the richest people in the city sitting in his back seat.
Drunk bosses made phone calls in front of him - they dared to say anything about mergers and acquisitions, insider information, bureaucracy, and trading. They think that the driver cannot understand, and no one will remember the face of the driver.
They didn't know that this silent man was once the youngest analyst of Tianming Capital and had managed hundreds of millions of funds.
A year ago, he was tricked, lost his job, got into debt, and his wife left.
Now, the secrets in those drunken words were drifting into his ears one by one.
He's not in a hurry.
He turned the accelerator of the electric car and waited for the wind to come.
The first pot of gold started with a drunken remark in the back seat of a Mercedes-Benz.
