Chapter Three: The City Watches Him Rise

"Congratulations," Chengze said, recovering his smile. "It is only a small club. If you need capital and distribution, come home." "Why would I?" "One upset doesn't build a career." "Of course not. It merely gives me a sponsorship, national attention, and a striker who will be worth over one hundred million." Lu Ye called from the dressing room, "Boss! They're waiting for you!" Chenzhou answered, then turned back. "On your first day as heir, you spent thirty million in advertising resources trying to crush a club valued below twenty million—and failed. Tomorrow the board will ask whether that demonstrates the new heir's ability." Chengze's smile died. As Chenzhou passed, he paused.