"Welcome home, successful man!" Zhu Wencong hosted a banquet at his house.
"Please, boss, don't make fun of me! Would I be where I am today without you? I've always been carrying out your plans!" James quickly gestured with his hands.
"I truly never imagined I would have today, transforming my identity in just one year and becoming the most successful person!
Ha ha ha! Is this the power of capital? I always feel like I'm dreaming!" James said, filled with emotion.
Zhu Wencong looked at James, still in the throes of joy. The power of capital was truly magical; even a piece of dog poop could be turned into a sky-high price.
In America, society only recognizes money! To put it bluntly, none of us are Western nobles; the only thing we can compare is the level of wealth.
James had the image of a newly wealthy man, and wherever he went, entering high society was unobstructed.
