But most of the gazes were filled with envy—envy for someone of a higher station. This young man, who looked so young, was being addressed so obsequiously as "Chairman Jiang" by the company's general manager. Meanwhile, they, people who had scraped and clawed their way up in society for years, had to be respectful to even the most low-level employees.
Such was the class divide.
This was also why Jiang Zhengfeng had worked so diligently for so many years. He was a good father. Precisely because he had experienced such humiliating shifts in treatment from others, he didn't want his son to ever have a day where he had to bow his head just to make a living.
Jiang Zhengfeng hadn't held the classic hope for his son to become a great man. Instead, he had become a great man for his son's sake. It was a thought that made one sigh.
...
「In the conference room.」
