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Haizhou International Airport, Arrivals.
Lin Le gazed at the city before him, a place he had been away from for three years, and a flicker of excitement passed through his eyes. Three years—neither short nor long—but for Lin Le, it was a true rebirth. The once carefree scion of a wealthy family, one of Haizhou’s renowned Four Young Masters, had been forged into a true man.
And this so-called “true man” was, in fact, only eighteen years old.
Back then, the Lin Group—the largest in Haizhou—was struck by disaster. The collapse of its capital chain led to bankruptcy. In just three months, Lin Le had truly tasted the meaning of “the higher the climb, the harder the fall.”
People who once showed the utmost respect to the Lin family now looked down with disdain. Friends who once gathered around him vanished, fearful of catching his misfortune, mocking and kicking him while he was down—too many to count.
The coldness of human relationships left him with a bitter sigh.
Suddenly, his phone rang.
“Hey, Young Master Lin, have you landed yet?”
“Qiangzi, how many times have I told you—stop calling me Young Master Lin. Just call me Lin Le.”
If anyone else called him that now, Lin Le would have taken it as mockery. But not Chen Qiang. After the Lin Group went bankrupt, Chen Qiang was one of the few who treated Lin Le just as before.
Chen Qiang’s father had once been the Lin family’s chief steward. In truth, the former young master Lin Le had always looked down on Chen Qiang, the poor boy. Yet, now, he had become Lin Le’s most l