Young Leader of the Golden Scale Trading Group

As if waking up in a martial arts novel wasn’t bad enough, I expected to be born with a silver spoon according to the original setting, but my situation seems off—more like a gold-plated spoon.

“What kind of family treats their direct descendants worse than servants? Does that even make sense?”

At least I inherited some wealth from my late parents. So, I thought I’d escape my terrible household, avoid the harassment from my uncles, and live a quiet, long life.

“If anyone messes with my people, the story changes.”

An eye for an eye, as they say. They tried to keep me down because of the position of young leader of the Golden Scale Trading Group, huh?

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

To get back at my uncles who wronged me, I aimed to become the heir of the trading group. Using the knowledge from the original story, I made my move. But then…

“This job really suits me too well.”

I easily dealt with the Eighteen River Pirates and the Green Forest bandits by using the power of negotiation.

“Oh, you little rat! You scoundrel! Are you trying to starve us all to death?”

Clearing out those outlaws also allowed me to tidy up the black market and gather useful items and information.

“The royal house is requesting an additional deal. And I’ve received letters from sects beyond the borders. What on earth did you do?”

As I successfully closed more deals, I even caught the annoying attention of my grandfather, who had previously ignored me.

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

People started calling me more of a money-grubber than my grandfather ever was.

“I’ve got too much to protect now; I can’t afford to slack.”

No matter how much I gathered, it was never enough, especially considering the bloody storms that would come in the original plot. Amidst all this…

“You’ve taken me in, so now you have to take responsibility.”

The person I raised and set free returned, trailing after me. You weren’t this obedient and tame before.

“Oh, forget it.”

First, I’ll deal with this damned original story. Then I’ll figure out the rest.