I Am the Strongest and Richest Man

In Xin'an City, on the campus of the School of International Relations, a young man wearing a light blue sweater, a white shirt underneath, and a pair of jeans walked out of the dormitory. His clothes were dirty and old, and the collar of the white shirt was stained with yellow stains. He looked very dirty. His hair was curly and fluffy, without any luster, as if it had not been washed for many days. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.