"The world is harsh, and the human heart is treacherous!"
"There are always crafty subjects plotting against me!"
The emotions in Feng Xi's heart turned into subtitles, continuously scrolling through his mind.
After going on for quite a while, it had nearly become impossible for him to maintain his brilliant smile on the surface. He lingered on the verge of collapse.
Now, at this very moment.
Feng Xi suddenly found himself missing the days he had spent at the Witch Clan's headquarters.
Back then, although his earnings had not been much and could more or less be considered a fixed salary—he did the work assigned by the Ancestral Witches and Great Witches, and his compensation was distributed according to his labor.
The more work he did, the more Contribution Points he received.
If he wanted more resources, he had to shed more sweat.
However, the advantage was that life was stable and peaceful, and he did not need to fight wits or strength with anyone.
Now, Feng Xi had been unwilling to settle for mediocrity and wanted to make a fortune... He had also seized an opportunity—the excellent chance Ancestral Witch Dijiang had provided him through a twist of fate—and gained a tremendously favorable start in one stroke.
However, the strange phenomenon known as a beating from society, the treachery of the human heart, had also become entangled with him!
Just look at the people surrounding Feng Xi!
How resourceful were they?
For the Commercial Alliance Feng Xi had just established, they had eagerly rushed to offer advice. In an extremely short time, they had forcibly dragged that makeshift operation onto a proper track and written out thousands upon thousands of plans for its future development.
These plans had made detailed and comprehensive preparations for virtually every possible and impossible