On the eve of a typhoon's landfall, I brought thirty heavy-duty trucks to the countryside to secure a guaranteed watermelon harvest, but was cursed as a profiteer by the village chief and had my life-saving contract torn up in public! Desperately clinging to the scammers' casual promise of a sky-high dream, I decisively turned around and led the neighboring poor village to rush-harvest overnight. Three days later, after the gale swept through and the scorching sun baked the fields, the tens of thousands of mu of melon fields they clutched in their hands all burst into stinking, rotting mud in the ground! The whole village blocked the entrance of my warehouse, crying and wailing, begging me to show mercy. I coldly tossed down in black and white: The business world does not believe in tears, it only recognizes the spirit of contract! No matter how fierce the wind and rain, only by upholding integrity can one uphold wealth. See how a hardcore president shatters greed and leads the trustworthy to a new beginning!