Xia Mansion.
Everyone gathered here.
Chen Zhiyuan, who was pretending to be "Mr. Ling," fell to the ground with a thud. The imposing air he had earlier vanished in an instant.
Ou Jue stepped on Chen Zhiyuan, a fierce look in his eyes, "Who gave you the nerve to plot against me?"
"No... it wasn't me... Ou Shao, I don't know!" Chen Zhiyuan was terrified.
Five years ago, he was assigned by the company to Country S, where he was always an obscure employee.
In his daily life, he never took care of himself, remaining very unkempt, yet inside he harbored a hero's dream.
So when Young Master Chi approached him, offering five million to cooperate in a play, which might possibly change his life and win him admiration.
Chen Zhiyuan believed it and was full of anticipation.
He shed his usual work uniform, trimmed his beard and hair meticulously.
Put on an Italian handmade suit, standing tall and proud.
Chen Zhiyuan seemed like a completely different person.
