Huo Wendong had been living quite leisurely lately.
He loved the stones he had bought at great expense. Every day, he had to play with them for a while.
Whenever an important guest came by, he always showed them off. Beforehand, he would mysteriously build up anticipation, giving the guest time to prepare mentally.
After seeing them, some guests were impressed without understanding why; some felt he was bragging but did not dare expose him; others knew they were fake but did not dare say so, thinking it might be a test of loyalty.
Huo Wendong knew that, within the Huo Group, he was now a ruined account beyond saving.
He had inexplicably lost tens of billions, and then developed a love for collecting.
In Huo Zhenxiong's eyes, that was classic wastrel behavior.
Huo Wendong was deeply dissatisfied with his father, feeling that the old man did not understand him well enough.
He simply had never been given a chance. Give him one, and his talent would shine through.
How was he any worse than his eldest brother? Compared to his eldest sister, he was no less intelligent either. There was no question about that, right?
As for his second and third brothers... they were even less worth mentioning.
He was just unlucky! He had run into that bastard Long Aotian. Otherwise, he would have risen to great heights long ago.
Although Huo Wendong was immensely frustrated, the moment he saw his pile of treasures, he became happy again.
That was just the kind of person he was.
You could say he had lofty ambitions, but once he started having fun, he could forget everything and stop caring about anything. He simply liked what he liked.
Yet if you said he had no ambition or ideas at all, he was