Soon, the day of Mr. Fu's 80th birthday arrived.
And it wasn't just any banquet—rumor had it that tonight, Mr. Fu might publicly announce the Fu family successor. That was no small thing. For an empire like the Fu family's, such words would ripple across every boardroom and balance sheet in the nation.
Naturally, the grand celebration had become less of a birthday party and more of a golden arena. Every invite was a golden ticket, every glass of champagne a veiled negotiation, and every polite smile an opportunity waiting to be devoured.
It was said Mr. Fu had built his empire from the ashes of near bankruptcy, reshaping his company into one of the top forces of the era. In his long career, he had made countless enemies, more admirers, and even more imitators. Tonight was his stage, and every guest was desperate to bask in the glow of his legacy.
