I have a role in the heavens

In the corner, Chen Daojun was holding a copy of Adam Smith's "The Wealth of Nations" in his hand. He was very focused on reading this must-read economics classic. He sensed Chen Xingjun's gaze and gaze on the side and ignored it.

Chen Hengjun dressed up in hip-hop and hummed pop music non-stop. Everyone was surprised by his non-mainstream appearance. At first, some people couldn't stand it and made some mocking comments. However, as Chen Daojun became the president of Miracle Group, , everyone closed their mouths and remained silent.

Chen Hengjun kept twisting his body, and the music played by Hengchang in his mouth was really annoying.

Chen Xingjun finally couldn't help it anymore, straightened up, looked at Chen Daojun, and asked.

"Aren't you worried about grandpa's anger at all?"

Chen Daojun was still staring at the book, not looking at Chen Xingjun, but said softly.

"What are you afraid of?"

At this time, Chen Xingjun's face no longer had the hypocritical smile. It was full of seriousness. He stared at Chen Daojun with his eyes. He didn't understand why the man in front of him dared to go against Chen Yangzhe's will and openly sang against him. , supporting Cui Changdi’s candidacy for mayor of Seoul, aren’t they afraid that Chen Yangzhe will kick them out of Jeongshimjae?

"I mean, are you not worried at all about your support for your uncle's candidacy for mayor of Seoul?"

Chen Daojun raised his head, glanced at Chen Xingjun, looked at his face without the false smile, it was much more pleasing to the eye, and said nonchalantly.

"You and I are different!"

Chen Daojun looked down at the content in the book again, comprehending it carefully, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and a light flashing in his eyes, showing endless confidence.

"You need to rely on him to live your life. I don't need to consider these things. Naturally, I don't need to consider his feelings and follow his will!"

Chen Xingjun had an ugly smile on his face, and felt a little envious in his heart. He had been watching Chen Yangzhe's face since he was a child. When he first met Chen Daojun, he was criticized by Chen Yangzhe for breaking Goryeo white porcelain. As the future heir of Shunyang Group, he has been wearing a false mask, pretending to be mature, elegant, calm and determined all day long. He never dared to show his true face in front of everyone in Zhengxinzhai, and lived a very hard life.

"Indeed, you have free capital and don't need to consider grandpa's likes and dislikes!"

Chen Daojun raised the corners of his mouth slightly, glanced at Chen Hengjun who was intoxicated with himself, and said softly.

"You can do it too, as long as you ask for nothing! But can you do it?"

Chen Xingjun looked at the heartless Chen Hengjun and was speechless. How could that be possible? That was the Shunyang Group, the top financial group in South Korea. When he became the chairman of the Shunyang Group, even the president had to salute him. How could I give up when I was in awe of so many people.

"I can't do it, and neither can they, except you!"

Chen Xingjun looked at Chen Daojun with complicated eyes, with mixed feelings in his heart. He had admiration and envy for Chen Daojun, but also jealousy and resentment. An illegitimate son could actually found the Miracle Group and be on an equal footing with Shunyang Group, making him and the people of Zhengxinzhai. It's a joke, it's worthless.

How powerful is the temptation of capital and money? Just look at today's aunt Chen Huarong. She used to be arrogant, but now she has to bow down in front of Miracle Group and flatter Li Hairen who she used to look down on.

Chen Xingjun looked at the high-spirited and excited Cui Changdi, sighed inexplicably, and couldn't help but say.

“I really don’t understand why there are still people who want to get into politics when they have to bow down, shake hands and laugh at every election?”

"In this era, money is king!"

Chen Daojun put down the "Wealth of Nations" in his hand, picked up the coffee on the table, and took a careful sip. The bitter coffee stimulated the tip of the tongue, making people more awake.

"the reason is simple!"

“Because in the end it’s power that controls money!”

Chen Xingjun looked at Chen Daojun in surprise, and put the pastry in his hand into his mouth. His mouth kept moving. Sweetness can relieve stress. Chen Xingjun would eat some sweets every time he felt stressed.

Chen Daojun naturally sensed Chen Xingjun's doubts, put down the coffee in his hand, and said casually with a lazy smile on his face.

"Isn't it because the president hates politics so much because the power representing the political power is still strong?"

Chen Xingjun showed a thoughtful expression, looked at Chen Daojun, and asked curiously.

"What about you, do you hate politics too?"

When Chen Daojun heard this, he smiled lightly, like the spring breeze, soothing and warm, which made people feel heartbroken.

"I am different from the president. I respect political rights and can also use politics. Everything has two sides, good and bad, and cannot be generalized!"

Chen Xingjun nodded, secretly thinking about Chen Daojun's purpose of supporting Cui Changdi's candidacy for mayor of Seoul, and did not ask.

Chen Xingjun didn't speak for a long time. The dim lights shone on him, and the light and darkness were intertwined, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

"You and grandpa are so blatantly opposing each other, are you not at all interested in Shunyang Group? No one will dislike the increase in wealth in their hands!!"

Chen Xingjun finally asked his biggest doubts and worries. When Chen Daojun founded the Miracle Group, he had worried that Chen Daojun had ambitions for the Shunyang Group. In that case, he, the eldest son and grandson, would be much less likely to inherit the Shunyang Group. .

Chen Daojun sneered, looked at Chen Xingjun who was restless and nervous, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, raised his sword eyebrows slightly, and said softly with a bit of disdain on his handsome and majestic face.

"At least I don't bother inheriting Shunyang Group from the chairman!"

A big stone suddenly fell to the ground in Chen Xingjun's heart, and he breathed a long sigh of relief. He didn't know how many sleepless nights he had, just because he was worried that Chen Daojun would become the heir of Shunyang Group. Chen Daojun was so strong that everyone felt tremendous pressure. Everyone is worried that Chen Yangzhe will let Chen Daojun inherit Shunyang Group, and they are worried every day.

There was a hint of ridicule in Chen Daojun's eyes. He didn't bother to lie, but he didn't say that he would not take over the Shunyang Group. It was just that the method was different from theirs, more through market acquisition.

Naturally, Chen Xingjun didn't know what Chen Daojun was thinking. He didn't notice Chen Daojun's sharp edge at all and was immersed in the good news.

Chen Daojun and Cui Changdi sat across from each other, watching the news replayed on the TV. The atmosphere of joy filled the surroundings, making people feel happy.

"Prosecutor Choi Chang-di became the winner of this Seoul mayoral election. Congratulations to Mayor Choi Chang-di!"

On TV, Cui Changdi wore a garland around his neck, raised his hands excitedly, and wildly celebrated his victory. His supporters surrounded him in the audience and shouted enthusiastically.

"Long live Emperor Cui Chang!"