Sitting in Zhao Dashan's car, Tang Yi was earnestly trying to recall who he had offended in his past life, but despite his careful reflection, he found no clue. All the enemies from his past life had been sent to Hell by his own hands!
But if not them, then who could have cursed him?
Just moments ago, right as Tang Yi was about to succeed, Zhao Dashan had suddenly appeared, ruining Tang Yi's plans without a word, forcibly dragging an enraged, murderous Tang Yi into the car.
Seeing Tang Yi get into the car and remain silent, Zhao Dashan, while driving, laughed and asked, "Brother Tang, you've just taken over Du Corporation in one fell swoop, reaching a net worth of tens of billions, becoming famous in Shanghai, but you don't seem very happy, do you?"
"Would you be happy if someone kept ruining your plans one after another?"
Tang Yi sarcastically thought to himself, but responded perfunctorily, "It's nothing, I'm just a bit tired after coming back from Bei Yun District!"
