Tides and Little People

Smack!

"That's for not keeping your hands to yourself, for talking nonsense out there, for being an idiot—"

He viciously slapped himself across the face, and as if that still did not vent his anger, he gave himself several more! Like an ant on a hot pan, the man paced restlessly around the room, occasionally lunging back toward the computer to check the messages in his account, praying that nothing else would happen and that the storm would die down soon—

By now, Xu Jingwei was practically on the verge of howling.

—In less than twenty-four hours, he had gone through a complicated emotional journey that could not be explained in a few words.

Ever since he had completed certain half-concealed procedures yesterday, with the "full support" of a wealthy man from a neighboring city, a brand-new company provisionally registered under Xu Jingwei's name, a new bank card, thirty million in "registered capital," three properties within the city, a newly released luxury car, and even hints that they could arrange some sweet, understanding beauties to discuss art with him by lamplight—

These "little perks," things Xu Jingwei had never even dared dream of in his past thirty years, now came pouring down like rain, leaving him dizzy and carried away—

How could he not be over the moon? How could he not get carried away with himself?

And wasn't that exactly why those people had vision and could make it this far?

Even after the "money and goods had changed hands," that middle-aged tycoon, who was more than twenty years older than him and old enough to be Xu Jingwei's father, still invited him out that evening for drinks at a private restaurant to build their relationship. Despite the obvious gap in age and status, he kept calling him, "Brother