Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!

Chapter 577: Though Miles Apart, We Share the Same Wind



In his bones, he's definitely someone who fears nothing!

Little did he know, having been reborn, he feels it's necessary to believe just a bit.

Furthermore, he thinks that since someone has mentioned it, it's better to go along with it. Otherwise, there will always be a thorn in his heart. When something comes up, he might fall into self-doubt pondering if it's because the chosen day was wrong, and this too can impact his mood.

As for whether seeking a master is actually useful, that's secondary; it's just about getting some good luck, feeling a little happy.

Inside the shop, Jiang Wanzhou is still messing around.

One moment he's pushing the oversized trendy toys inside, the next he's organizing the blind box shelves.

His phone rings at this moment. Picking it up, he sees it's Cheng Zhu calling.

"Hey, Mr. Cheng," he answers the call.

Jiang Wanzhou isn't being sarcastic by calling him Mr. Cheng because Cheng Zhu is too busy to be there.

He doesn't have any opinions or ideas about Cheng Zhu.

Cheng Zhu is also well aware of this, so he quickly says, "Laughing to death, seeing the two rows of flower baskets I sent for the opening, you thought of calling me Mr. Cheng, huh?"

"Of course, I'm speechless, man! You've made the gesture way too grand, damn it!" Jiang Wanzhou couldn't help but curse.

Damn it! I knew you'd send me two rows of flower baskets, but I didn't expect these damn baskets to look so high-end, and damn it these two rows to be so damn long!

He doesn't know exactly how much Cheng Zhu spent, but it certainly wasn't a small amount.

"You got a problem? Giving you some face isn't good?" Cheng Zhu cursed right back upon hearing him.

"Dude, the first floor of Star City is full of big brands, even luxury ones, and none of them have such grand flower display for their openings!" Jiang Wanzhou felt a bit awkward.

"You're spewing nonsense! Many luxury brands have celebrities attending their openings, alright?" Cheng Zhu said.

"However, you would also have a handsome guy as good as a celebrity attending, but unfortunately, I'm in Shanghai talking about billion-unit deals." Cheng Zhu added, being a bit self-conceited.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wanzhou snorted, but internally felt he wasn't wrong.

He's indeed a celebrity-level figure now.

Now his business indeed easily deals in billion units.

With this thought, Little President Jiang felt a sense of disparity rising inside him.

In the past, as a super-rich second generation, it was he who took more material care of Cheng Zhu.

He certainly wouldn't be envious of his good brother, just couldn't avoid the feeling of disparity.

Especially as he himself began his entrepreneurial journey, he sometimes wonders, "Could I catch up to his pace a bit more?"

He's uncertain.

After all, his starting point was way higher than Cheng Zhu's.

Sometimes he even feels he and the present Cheng Zhu aren't even in the same league anymore.

But fortunately, their friendship has always remained unchanged.

In the midst of his mixed feelings, Cheng Zhu's voice came over the phone again: "You hopeless thing, our [Bo Te] will certainly become a top brand someday as well, just laying the groundwork early, so what's the problem?"

"Alright, alright, whatever Mr. Cheng says goes." Jiang Wanzhou chuckled.

Little did they know, a similar scene occurred when Cheng Zhu first started in e-commerce.

In the e-commerce park in Wu City, Cheng Zhu also called up Jiang Wanzhou: "I'm damn well the smallest company in this entire park, I've only rented 180 square meters, and you damn well have these flower baskets placed in such a way they take up 80 square meters if spread out properly!"

"Are you trying to mess with me, President Jiang! It's a bit awkward!"

Back then, Jiang Wanzhou, having had some success in the trendy toy sector, scoffed, "Hopeless thing, can't you damn well make your product explode in sales and blow the whole park away?"

At that time, Cheng Zhu was also unsure if he could achieve it.

But what man doesn't have a tough mouth?

"Laughing to death, it's but a matter of minutes!"

And this time, Cheng Zhu certainly placed a card in Jiang Wanzhou's opening flower basket.

Just as Jiang Wanzhou did in his past life, just as he did back then.

"By the way, I couldn't be there, but I personally wrote a congratulatory card." He said over the phone.

The card was prepared in advance, and indeed written by his own hand, without hiring someone from a flower shop to do it.

Jiang Wanzhou froze for a moment: "A card?"

He began to go outside to look for it, and found the card clipped to one of the flower baskets.

On the card, lo and behold, were the same words:

"[In different directions work hard, thousands of miles share the same wind.]"

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