Old Rules

"Dad, you owe me an answer." 1992, Shenzhen. The day Lu Ming walked into Dingsheng Group, Sister Zhao from the Finance Department put down the teacup and paused her hand in mid-air. It's not because she doesn't know this guy. It was because she knew this face so well—she had seen it twenty-five years ago. Lu Ming himself didn't know. He came here to find a job. He studied accounting and joined the finance department. He didn't even know that there was a person in this company who shared the same blood as him - that person disappeared the year he was born and was never mentioned again. Everyone in the company is keeping a secret. Lu Ming's arrival made this secret loosen. But he's not here to decipher it. He comes to work. I started from the bottom of the finance department, making reports, running errands, and getting scolded. He thought he could get ahead based on his ability. No. His promotion, every time, was not based on ability. It's because of blood. Someone set up this trap twenty-five years ago and was waiting for the day when he would grow up. He started with bookkeeping and learned those "rules not written in the employee handbook." He didn't understand the meaning of the old rules until the end - you can't choose some relationships, but it's your choice whether to stand in them or not. If you've ever been suddenly silent at the dinner table, you're not sure whether you should ask that question. Open this book and you are already in the game.