After the autumn wood

Having traveled to America in the year 1862, this was the beginning of a dream, the finest of times.
What constitutes a true master of success?
Having some notable descendants hardly counts for anything.
To build an Oil Empire alongside Rockefeller
To place Carnegie on the throne of the steel magnate
To help Ford propel the industrialization of automobiles worldwide
To lead Edison to monopolize the future of the electrical industry
To be an Angel Investor for Morgan's capital
Hear this, applause!

American success master

"Putting on new clothes really makes a difference... 'Fine feathers make fine birds!'" Zhu Wencong looked at Malik, dressed in a full set of Northern Federation Army uniform.


"Malik, you... weren't you on the list of the fallen?" Su Yanqiao couldn't understand how Malik had suddenly become a war hero.


This title was very much like the successful James that Zhu Wencong initially built up, the only true god in the stock market.


Malik was a man who had run away from the battlefield, to put it strictly, Malik was a deserter.


According to local sayings, Malik also belonged to the bandits since every place he went to was left ravaged like locusts had passed through.


It was hard for Su Yanqiao to imagine how Zhu Wencong had managed to turn Malik into a war hero; he was completely unconnected to heroism.


"My beautiful lady! I was never on the casualty list; I've seen that list!


I was on the missing list, along with a thousand of my brothers also listed as missing.


100 Heroes