Betrayed by My Brother, I Built an Empire Across the Street

After I got out of prison, my brother and I opened an auto repair shop together.

He put up the money, I provided the technical skills, and we agreed on a seventy-thirty profit split.

With my exceptional car modification abilities, I made waves in the local rich kids' circle in the first year alone, netting eight million in pure profit.

But when I went to collect my dividend at year-end, he only gave me a hundred thousand.

"Business is so good because I became friends with those rich kids. Anyone can modify cars—do you really think you're somebody special?"