"..."
Yang Qian touched the sticky, somewhat bloody tea on his face, feeling his cheeks numb and sore, with a burning sensation.
Clearly, the teacup shards had cut open his cheek, and some debris had even lodged into his eye.
In fact, acts of violence like this were nothing new to Yang Qian, the General Manager of Gunman Technology. He had experienced them many times, but this time was especially humiliating, exceptionally painful...
He was a top student from the Upper City Elite Academy, having spent over 20 years buried in books, sleeping only three hours a day, never daring to rest for even half a minute. He had outpaced countless classmates along the way, truly a "King of Kings" in his field.
Yet, despite this, at the Upper City Enterprises recruitment fair, he still couldn't compete with the offspring of aristocratic families. They only needed to present proof of their parents' connections to easily crush his 20 years of hard work.
