Su Chenghe's first twenty years had gone extraordinarily smoothly.
By birth, he came from a family of calligraphers and painters.
His grandfather and father had both been highly renowned in the fields of "calligraphy" and "painting" around the founding of the nation, even making certain contributions to the country.
As for talent, he had perfectly inherited every strength of his family.
Even as a child, he had displayed astonishing talent in the arts. At fifteen, he could already compete with his father in brushwork, and the Shanghai region had hailed him as a prodigy.
His looks were, instead, the aspect that least needed discussing.
Being showered with adoration was no mere figure of speech for Su Chenghe. He was a favored son of heaven born with a golden spoon in his mouth, and his character encompassed "benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness."
Even after entering Branch No. 2, he had remained the brightest presence there, effortlessly becoming its manager.
An outstanding manager could imbue a branch with a distinct character. The character of Branch No. 2 was "benevolence and righteousness."
Compared to all the other branches, Branch No. 2's overall strength was not particularly outstanding, yet it had flourished. Everyone treated it as home, everyone loved that home. They were a whole, a family.
Even Li Guanqi could not achieve that. It was a special product born of special circumstances.
Extreme environments forged extreme personalities and brewed extreme consequences.
Within the Heavenly Sea, there were no good outcomes. Even if one's original intention was kind, it would inevitably descend into the abyss of evil.
Benevolence and righteousness as home—those four words flowed through Su Chenghe's blood. When everything moved steadily forward, they naturally provided an endless stream of drive, hope, and confidence.
However, when Heavenly Sea's disaster swept through the