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American success master

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!

After the autumn wood · Histoire
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561 Chs

440 conflict

"Boss! Not good! They're fighting again!" Paladon's secretary hurried over to report.

Paladon gave the secretary a look—Zhu Wencong was here, so what the hell were you running over to report for!

The secretary's frantic eyes hinted that if the situation weren't beyond control, he wouldn't have been so rash.

Paladon locked eyes with the secretary, instantly understanding the gravity of the situation over there—it seemed someone knew Zhu Wencong had come.

Zhu Wencong frowned as he watched Farooja, thinking to himself that the waters here were truly deep, and the fight for resources was one of violence and bloodshed.

"What's the situation? Why the long face?" Zhu Wencong laughed.

"Those workers found out you came over, boss!" Paladon was in pain.

"I'm not going to meet or talk to them, so is there any connection between us?" Zhu Wencong didn't understand.

"Boss, do you not know your reputation? You are like a God on earth, having created one wealth myth after another.