I’ll Add Points To All Things - Chapter 931 - The Oil War Begins

“What’s it like to be sought as a billionaire businesswoman’s long-lost son?”Thirty years ago, the billionaire businesswoman Song Yazhi accidentally lost her child.Thirty years later, Qin Yuan returns to the country in a low-key manner.No one knows – At this moment, he already controls trillions in wealth, hailed as a mysterious financial tycoon, dominating the business world!And on the very day of the reunion— The investment fund under Qin Yuan’s name is secretly plotting to acquire the hundreds billion-yuan company his mother built from scratch!It’s helpless.Qin Yuan had to come clean.“Mom, people out there say I’m lucky, a reincarnation genius. But I’m not bragging — your son really doesn’t take your fortune in eyes!”Qin Yuan declared domineeringly!Then, with this casual move, he helped save his mother’s home appliance company from bankruptcy!The latest China Rich List was announced!Qin Yuan— rose to the top, becoming the richest man in China!His mother, Song Yazhi—ranked second!

Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world!

“I have to squander; otherwise, won’t it be a waste of my parent’s talent at earning money?” Hong Dali answers a reporter’s question matter-of-factly.

Just after the interview ends, Hong Dali opens the Great Prodigal System’s interface and looks at the various good stuff displayed in it. Stroking his chin, he mumbles to himself, “I just need to squander 200 billion yuan more to exchange for the blueprint of the core technology, Engine Destruction, found in the strongest humanoid mecha weapon, Neo Granzon. Looks like I’ll have to work harder!”

“I want to splurge! I want to squander!”

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It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.