One Yuan Mall: from Abject Poverty to Richest Man

Lin Chen's last memory was of lying on his desk at three in the morning, with dense reports in front of him, and the bitter smell of instant coffee lingering on the tip of his nose. The sudden colic in his heart seemed to be clenched tightly by invisible hands. Before his consciousness sank into darkness, he had only one thought: This bad class is really fatal. When he opened his eyes again, the biting cold hit him before his vision. It's not the cold air from the air conditioner in the office building, it's the chill that is moist and can penetrate into the bones. He blinked hard, and what he could see was the blackened thatched roof. A few rays of pale skylight leaked through the holes, illuminating the dust flying in the air. There was an earthen kang covered with hay beneath me, which made my back hurt. The "quilt" covering my body was as thin as a cicada's wings. If I got closer, I could smell a musty smell. "Hiss..." He wanted to stand up, but there was a severe cramping pain in his abdomen, as if there were countless hands tearing inside. His stomach was so empty, and his throat was so dry that it was burning. This is not his body! At this moment, a memory that did not belong to him suddenly poured into his mind—— This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.