In front of the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows of a high-end office building in Xinghai City, Ye Rongheng stood with his hands clasped behind his back. For three years, it had always been like this.
He liked nights like this, alone, watching the bustling world outside, constantly reminding himself that to survive and thrive in such a world, you must work hard enough.
With this belief, he had succeeded, he had returned, and under his lead, the Ye Family had risen once more in Dongshan. The Ye Family of Xinghai City had re-emerged before everyone's eyes.
Ye Rongheng would tell everyone that the Ye Family had never disappeared. The Ye Rongheng who left Xinghai City like a dog three years ago was dead. The Ye Rongheng returning now, and from now on, would be the master of the Ye Family, as well as the master of Xinghai City; he would make everyone in Xinghai City understand that from now on, Ye Rongheng's name would be synonymous with legend, not a subject for ridiculous jokes.