In the dead of night, LA City was already shrouded in darkness. It was now ten o'clock at night. Qin Yang returned to his upscale apartment, changed out of his suit, and slowly sat down in front of his computer, opening it to start browsing through the documents.
Although he was born with a silver spoon, having made a name for himself in the financial world was definitely not due to his background. Without extraordinary hard work, he absolutely wouldn't have achieved his current position.
As the head of Chengxing Venture Capital, Qin Yang was undoubtedly very successful today. After all, it is rare for someone at his age to have reached such a position through his own abilities.
After working at his desk for an hour, he rubbed his dry eyes. Then his gaze fell on the mirror beside him, where he saw his swollen cheek. Instantly, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.
