Gold Dragon Trading Company’s Young Master

It’s bad enough that I woke up inside a wuxia novel out of nowhere, but according to the original setting I was supposed to be born with a silver spoon—yet the state of this body makes it feel more like a gold-plated iron spoon.

“How is it possible that a family that’s supposed to be direct descendants treats me worse than a servant? Does that make any sense?”

Still, I had inherited a decent fortune from my late parents, so I planned to avoid the interference and bullying of my uncles and just leave this awful household and live a long, thin life.

“But if you touch my people, that changes everything.”

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. You said you were obstructing me because of the position of young master of the Jinlin Commerce Association?

“Looks like I’ll have to take that position myself.”

To get revenge on the uncles who picked on my servant, I decided to become the heir of the merchant house and made my moves using information from the original story. But then.

“This suits me way too well.”

When it came to shaking down the Yangtze River Waterway Eighteen Strongholds and the Green Forest bandits, a little forceful conversation settled things nicely.

“Hey, you little brat! You despicable bastard! Are you trying to starve us all to death?”

I cleared out the demonic factions, cleaned up the black market, and got useful goods and information along the way.

“The royal mansion is requesting additional trade. And sects from beyond the borders have also contacted us. What on earth did you do?”

I made all kinds of deals and even earned the annoying attention of the grandfather who used to ignore me.

“If you’re curious, pay up. Nothing in this world is free.”

People said that Xue Shal was even more of a money-grubber than his grandfather.

“But now that there are more things to protect, I suppose I have no choice.”

Thinking of the bloody original story, no amount of money would ever be enough. And in the middle of all that.

“Since you took me in, you should take responsibility.”

The one I had raised well and sent off into the world came back again, tailing behind me. You weren’t this obedient or well-behaved before.

“Forget it.”

For now, I’ll clear out this damned original story first, and think about the rest after that.