They disdained having any connection to such minor entities, just as people disdain small insects buzzing around. They would rather have them squashed to the ground than tolerate their presence. As such, upcoming business owners had no choice but to find pillars of support among the lesser families already within the power circle. These families, in turn, might find a use for them in the ruthless power struggles that characterized the initial stages of business competition.
For instance, a new company could leverage the name of a higher-ranking family to intimidate other businesses selling similar products. Secondly, products sold under the endorsement of such a powerful family would invariably receive better publicity than those without. Consider two perfumes: one modeled by a celebrity, and another of the same kind but lacking any popular face. Which would sell faster? Thus, growing companies were effectively subjugated as a condition for their progress.
This was the undoctrined law of the business world, a code that Davis had unequivocally broken. This law existed to ensure that no one dared to cross the major families, allowing them to remain comfortably in power, lest a day come when any Tom, Dick, or Harry could point a hand in their faces.
At the Tyrant's Office
As the state plunged into disarray, the man who instigated this colossal upheaval was calmly seated in his office, sipping a hot, aged brand of wine. Derrick, his right-hand man, walked in and began to narrate the unfolding situation across the state. Instead of listening, Davis interrupted, "Derrick, can you lend me a hand with these math questions?"
Derrick hesitated, "No, Sir, you know very well how I grew up."
"Then," Davis replied, a hint of amusement in his voice, "do you mind handling things at the company? As of now, I'm late for classes. By the way, if anyone comes running first to look for trouble with this Grandpa," he said, referring to himself with a playful smirk, "you should know what to do." With that, he left, leaving Derrick with a knowing look that conveyed his full understanding of the instructions.
But who, in such tumultuous times, would be the first to throw caution to the wind and challenge him?
You might be thinking, what does this young tyrant look like?
The young tyrant was a remarkably handsome man, exuding a truly masculine disposition. It was his eyes, however, that truly captivated women, sending them into dizzying spirals of adoration. His blue pupils held an almost supernatural allure. Whenever he so much as winked, women would invariably miss three breaths and five heartbeats in a row. Indeed, this reaction was abnormal, yet it was a consistent phenomenon.
He possessed an impeccably erect nose and pink lips that were so perfectly formed, they could put any woman's to shame. No one would have believed him, even if he swore on his life, that these were the lips of a virgin, yet remarkably, they were. His jawline was sharply carved, as if meticulously sculpted by a master artist. But beyond these striking features, what truly defined him and was most worth noting were his dark, curly black hair, his perpetually white suit, a gleaming gold wristwatch, and a pair of white, mirror-faced shoes. One couldn't help but wonder if he had been a model in a previous life, for this distinctive ensemble was his noble trademark—a classic look in its own unique way.
As he glided out of his personal lift towards the reception hall, he walked dashingly along a red carpet, through the middle of his bowing escorts. All eyes were on him as his impeccably dressed bodyguards followed behind him in style.
You might be wondering what a grand business tycoon is going to school for?
Davis, as impossibly rich as he was, had always wanted to complete his education. This was because it represented the deepest guilt his mother had faced when she had to send him off prematurely. He believed that if he could finish schooling, then no matter where his mother was, she could finally let go of the burden in her heart, even though he knew he didn't personally need the degree. He was, indeed, diligent with his studies, or so it seemed. He never relinquished his position as the lead student, and whenever he discovered a talent or an exceptionally intelligent student in any school, he would immediately dispatch Derrick to recruit them. He would then place them in his company with an excellent salary. However, being hand-picked by the business tycoon was no simple feat. First, one had to possess unwavering integrity and principles that they held dear, and only then would their specific talent be considered.
As he was leaving, he instructed his escort to drop him three meters from the school, desiring to avoid attracting undue attention. Just as Davis stepped out and was a meter away from the school entrance, he was blocked by a group of higher-level students.
"Can I help you?" he inquired, his voice calm.
"Yes, sure you can. You know, it's good to play the hero," answered one of them, the clear leader, Kane. "But to play the hero, you had the guts to meddle in my business and affairs."
"Oh, I'm sorry, brothers," Davis replied, feigning innocence. "I don't know which business you are talking about. What happened to it, didn't it go well?"
"No, after you got involved, I made a loss in the transaction for the first time," Kane spat, his frustration evident. "I feel aggrieved, and that's why I've come to retrieve some profit from you."