Outside the Oconnor Group building.
“Mr. Scott, should we go in?”
The voice of the driver in the front seat woke the man in the back from his thoughts. He realized he had been staring at something by the roadside for a long time.
The marble under the oppressive dark clouds bore two deeply engraved and powerful names, standing tall and unyielding.
Jaquan couldn’t ignore the feeling this direct confrontation brought; it represented Nelson’s iron-fisted capability.
In his distinctly jointed hand, he held detailed information about this skyscraper.
Over twenty years ago, under the leadership of the Oconnor family’s eldest son, the Oconnor Group dominated the capital market. Whenever people mentioned the Oconnor Group, they invariably thought of him. His keen market judgment and unique intuition intimidated many of the older generation.
However, nothing lasts forever. This principle holds true everywhere. Under his leadership, almost everyone within the Oconnor Group bore the Oconnor surname. A family faced with long-term and vast temptations of profit rarely maintains its integrity. Thus, some things subtly changed without the executor’s awareness.
Internal strife and external troubles erupted abruptly that year, coinciding with a financial crisis in the market. All problems loomed menacingly. Even though he handled issues excellently, he couldn’t prevent attacks from behind. This blow left the Oconnor Group teetering on the brink of collapse. He suffered a stroke and was hospitalized.
Before he could resolve everything, he passed away.
For many years afterward, the Oconnor Group fell into decline, a chaos beyond words.
Nelson emerged at this critical juncture.
The Oconnor Group was leaderless; history needed a hero, and Nelson was that hero.
At that time, although he was a top student in management studies and admired by countless girls at school, returning to the market made him an absolute newcomer with a thin resume. Almost no one took him seriously.
But soon, Nelson attracted much attention.
The first thing he did after taking charge was anonymously acquire all scattered shares. Coupled with his own holdings, he fired all Oconnor-named executives and invested heavily in bringing in fresh talent.
This was the first step. Then he did something almost suicidal-resource integration.
In simpler terms, he disassembled and reassembled the Oconnor Group.
Few dared to do this because it had only two outcomes: utter ruin or rapid resurgence.
Nelson was certainly not the former.
The result of this resurgence was gratifying; the process was terrifying.
At that time, Nelson faced pressure from all sides, constant internal strife, and had to figure out how to centralize power. One misstep would lead to disaster.
It wasn’t until he reached the pinnacle that everyone believed Nelson was no ordinary person.
He led the Oconnor Group to stand at the top, basking in glory.
Even eighteen-year-old Jaquan knew that resource integration wasn’t something to be done lightly. Those who dared had extraordinary courage, and Nelson had it.
Thinking this, Jaquan tightened his grip on the paper’s edge. Given Nelson’s resolute style, could such a man really be tender toward a woman?
A person like him could never give up everything for anyone.