Chen Jiutian, Chen Jiuzheng, their names were so strikingly similar.
Once, Bai Xiaosheng had harbored such an association, but it was just for a moment—he had thought it was merely a coincidence.
Looking at it now, where was the coincidence? They were simply brothers.
"No wonder, then!" Bai Xiaosheng murmured to himself as he slowly sat down.
His expression gradually calmed, but in his eyes, there was a new seriousness.
Knowing this relationship, many things, upon reflection, didn't seem so straightforward.
"One is the provincial industrial head, and the other is the regional head. The Chen brothers are no simple characters!" Bai Xiaosheng deeply sighed.
"Chen Jiutian, Chen Changqing, Chen Jiuzheng, I have clashed with them time and again. My ties with their family really are fated!"
Bai Xiaosheng also felt a sense of bemusement.
