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

"Boss!" Wei Zanyan approached Zhu Wencong at this moment.


Zhu Wencong looked at Wei Zanyan, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, accompanied by his secretary Xu Mengyuan, whom he had arranged himself.


"Boss, long time no see!" Xu Mengyuan waved to Zhu Wencong.


"Hmm! You've done good work!" Zhu Wencong praised.


"Have you encountered any difficulties in your work? Do you need me to intervene to solve them?" Zhu Wencong asked Wei Zanyan.


Wei Zanyan shook his head; he hadn't yet encountered any problem that he couldn't solve, now being the Golden Age of industry.


Americans were entirely focused on the industrial field, with no one paying attention to the development and future of agriculture.


After all, the output value of agriculture was incomparable to that of industry; even a fool would know that choosing agriculture was a losing business.


"Boss, are you really not going to develop industry? The spirit of the White people's contracts is just to be torn up!


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