Armor: After finding the Demon-Sealing Box, I won't eat beef.

"Two years ago, that guy was doing an experiment at a private research institute in Nanjing. He lost an eye and his right hand was blown off."

He was directly kicked out of the research institute.

He is now confined to a wheelchair and relies on the help of kind-hearted people in the community to make ends meet.

The first thing I do when I open my eyes is drink, until I'm completely drunk.

"Why bother looking for such a useless piece of trash?"

Lin Zhen was flipping through the group's development plan for next year, not even looking up, ignoring his question.

After reading the last page, he picked up the chairman's seal on the table and stamped it on the signature with a "smack".

After doing all this, he slowly raised his head.

Three years in power.

He had long since developed an aura of authority that commanded respect without anger.

In addition, the increasingly powerful mysterious energy within his body meant that with just a glance, the invisible pressure caused the ugly general to instantly lower his head.

"Ugly general."

Lin Zhen spoke, his voice deep and resonant, possessing an undeniable magnetism.

That's right, this roguish man is Chou Jiang.

A trusted confidant whom Lin Zhen personally promoted.

Two years ago, Lin Zhen was driving through an alley.

Seeing him being surrounded and beaten by more than a dozen thugs, bleeding from his head, he still refused to back down.

Finding him somewhat interesting, I rescued him and took him with me.

Ugly General was originally a street thug who hadn't received much education and didn't have any great skills.

Letting him manage the company would definitely mess it up, and letting him negotiate business deals would only drive people crazy.

But there's one thing no one can match—loyalty.

As long as you can keep him in check, he will follow you wholeheartedly and wouldn't even flinch if you asked him to die.

Now, both the Japanese Music Group and Shadow Capital are on the right track.

Lin Zhen holds enough wealth in his hands to shake half a country.

It's time to build that dark realm that exists outside of human society.

"It's time to put the film industry projects on the agenda."

Upon hearing this, the ugly general's eyes lit up instantly, and his face was filled with the joy of sudden realization.

As Lin Zhen's most trusted confidant, he certainly knew what Lin Zhen really wanted to do.

He had also met the five mysterious Shadow Protectors and witnessed their power to turn the world upside down with a flick of their wrist.

You mean...

Is it time to start building the framework of the film industry?

I understand! Karen is the one you chose!

He had little interest in money or power; what truly attracted him was the world-destroying dark power.

Once the film industry was established, he was the first person to follow Lin Zhen.

Even a small leader is still a leader.

Being able to control a power that doesn't belong to Earth would be far more satisfying than money and beautiful women.

"Make arrangements, I'll go see him myself."

"Understood, Chairman Lin! I'll take care of it right away!"

The ugly general was so excited that he turned around and ran out in a flash.

……

night.

Urban villages in the old city area of ​​D city.

In the dimly lit and damp rented room, a man in his forties lay slumped in a wheelchair.

Clutching a bottle of cheap, adulterated liquor worth five yuan, he tilted his head back and gulped it down.

He is Karen.

He was once the youngest specially recruited doctoral student at the Nanjing Chemical Industry Research Institute, a genius among geniuses.

He has spent his entire life researching molecular reconstruction technology.

Two years ago, his research finally made a breakthrough.

Once announced, it will win an international science award and gain global renown.

But on the last day of verifying the results, he was so excited that he accidentally knocked over a bottle of highly active chemical reagent.

The violent explosion instantly engulfed him.

His left eye was blinded by the explosion, and his right arm was severely corroded by chemical agents, leaving him with no choice but to have it amputated.

His lower body is also completely paralyzed, and he will be unable to leave the wheelchair for the rest of his life.

Even so, he still had hope.

As long as the research results are still his, he will remain the renowned and brilliant doctor.

The results of it?

The director of the research institute directly appropriated his research findings for himself.

He took half a lifetime's worth of work to accept the award and basked in the limelight. Meanwhile, the real researcher was treated like a madman and kicked out of the research institute.

It's been two years.

Every time Karen thinks about this, her heart aches as if it's being cut by a knife.

He hated it, hated that shameless dean, hated this unfair world.

But now he's just a cripple who can't even walk, and all he can do is hate.

He had thought about ending it all countless times, but he was unwilling to do so.

He could only drown his sorrows in alcohol every day; only when he was drunk could he temporarily forget his pain.

"Hello, Doctor."

Karen was half-drunk, and in his daze, he seemed to hear someone calling him "Doctor".

He hadn't heard that title for over two years.

"Who? Who's calling me?"

He raised his head and looked through his remaining right eye, but his vision was blurry.

A man in a suit was seen leaning against the door frame.

He had long bangs and a nonchalant smile on his lips.

He reeked of being a street thug; he didn't look like a good person at all.

"Who are you?" Karen asked, frowning.

The ugly general flicked his bangs that were obscuring his eyes and spoke in a sarcastic tone:

"It's truly heartbreaking to see Dr. Cullen, who was once so successful, now reduced to such a state."

This statement hit Karen where it hurt.

He instantly lost control of his emotions, pointing at the door and shouting:

"Are you here to laugh at me?"

roll!

Get out of here!

Just then, a calm voice came from the alley entrance.

Even though it was more than ten meters away, the sound was clearly heard by everyone.

"Ugly general, show some respect to Dr. Cullen."

Upon hearing this, Chou Jiang immediately dropped his nonchalant demeanor.

He stood up straight, his attitude extremely respectful.

The voice seemed to possess some kind of magic, and Karen's out-of-control emotions gradually calmed down.

He also turned his head to look at the alley entrance.

A young man dressed in a simple white T-shirt and jeans walked slowly over.

He was followed by five expressionless bodyguards in black, who exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay.

Karen looked at him with her only remaining right eye.

Even though the other person was dressed in the most ordinary way, the aura of authority emanating from their very bones was so overwhelming that it was hard to breathe.

His face was angular and his eyes were as deep as an ancient well.

It's impossible to figure out what he's thinking.

Lin Zhen doesn't like wearing suits; he only reluctantly wears one on formal occasions like board meetings.

He also doesn't like those brand-name items that cost tens of thousands of yuan.

Comfortable and durable ordinary clothes are his daily attire.

"Chairman Lin."

The ugly general quickly stepped forward and made way for him.

Lin Zhen walked up to Karen's wheelchair and, without the slightest disgust, extended his hand.

"Dr. Karen, I've long admired your name."

Karen looked at the clean, slender hand in front of her, then looked up at Lin Zhen's face.

His eyes were calm.

There was no sympathy, no contempt, and no pity.

Only equal respect.

Since the incident, everyone has looked at him with either pity or contempt.

This was the first time anyone had ever looked at him like that.

In a daze, Karen reached out her only remaining left hand and shook hands with Lin Zhen.

"Who...who are you?"

Before Lin Zhen could speak, Chou Jiang interjected, "Dr. Karen, this is Lin Zhen, the chairman of our Riyin Group."

"Lin... Lin Zhen?!"

Karen looked up abruptly, her face filled with disbelief.

Lin Zhen?

In City D, this name is practically a legend.

In just three years, they built the Riyin Group into a business empire from scratch.

Nowadays, almost everything in D City, from clothing and food to housing and transportation, is inseparable from Japanese music.

He had certainly heard of the name, but Lin Zhen rarely appeared in the media.

He never knew that this legendary business prodigy was so young.

"It seems Dr. Karen has heard of me as well."

Lin Zhen withdrew his hand, trying to keep his tone as gentle as possible.

I know about your experience.

I am very interested in molecular reconstruction technology.

The dean who stole your work is nothing but a fool who can only read from your script.

He doesn't understand the true value of this technology at all.

"I'm not going to beat around the bush anymore."

I've come to see you today because I want to give you a chance to make a comeback.

"I'll give you the best lab in the world, unlimited funding, and research materials you can't even imagine."

I need you to help me research some things that no one on this earth has ever seen before.