Liu Li

The pitch-black Rolls-Royce weaved through the dense highway traffic, darting left and right like a fish in a stream. The sedans on the road all kept their distance in alarm—scraping it was no joke; the compensation would start in the tens of thousands.

In the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, a female secretary in black stockings, high heels, and a business skirt suit elegantly brewed tea.

"That batch of books from CITIC, forget it," the man beside the secretary suddenly said.

"Forget it?" The secretary froze, then immediately pulled out her phone to make a note. "Wasn't everything already agreed upon?"

The man sighed.

"I'm tired. I don't want to keep doing these little billion-yuan deals. After working my ass off for over a year, I only take home four or five hundred million. That's not even enough to give beggars."

The man who had uttered those eminently punchable words was named Liu Li.

At that moment, he wore slippers and a bathrobe, his face full of fatigue as he accepted the tea brewed by the secretary and took small sips.

He was already middle-aged, yet he always felt that his career had failed to take off. He worked himself to death every day, only to pocket a little over a billion yuan by the end of the year. He was deeply confused and utterly lost.

"Boss, are you saying... we should go for something big?" The secretary caught the implication.

Liu Li fell silent for a moment, then nodded. "Do you have any suggestions?"

The secretary thought for a moment. "Make phones?"

Liu Li paused and turned to look at her. "Why did you think of making phones?"

The secretary blinked. "The phone industry seems really hot lately. Phone manufacturers both at home and abroad are competing for the