Before crossing over, Jiang Qiao could barely be considered a rich man, but he belonged only to the nouveau riche category.
He had never attended a high-end banquet, nor had he witnessed a top-level business war... Actually, that wasn't quite right. He really had seen one.
Back when the shared bicycle companies were fighting each other, it was common to see both sides sending employees out in the middle of the night instead of sleeping, slashing holes in each other's bicycle seats.
Meanwhile, in the nearby science park, two publicly listed companies that were competitors had also gotten into a dispute and launched a highly interactive business war.
One company's chairman led a team over the wall into the other company and secretly carried out electric fraud.
The other chose to bribe the opposing company's security guard, who unplugged and replugged the network cable once a day at a fixed time. Moreover, because this security guard was the father-in-law of the general manager's brother-in-law, the boss had never suspected anything before catching him in the act.
The whole thing was incredibly down-to-earth.
However.
He had seen such things before, but Jiang Qiao had never personally carried them out!
Facing Mr. Qing, who looked refined and affable but was actually an old hand in the Supernatural Circle, Jiang Qiao, as a young man, could easily be drawn into the other party's rhythm and led around by the nose.
That was extremely passive.
Most young people, owing to one problem or another... mainly insufficient strength and not thick enough skin, often found themselves unable to withstand the subtle methods of old schemers.
If an old schemer showed a young man a hostile attitude outright, the young man might lose his temper and immediately fire back.
But the problem was—
Old schemers liked