In Jiangcheng in June, the sun is very poisonous.
Lin Chen squatted on the ground, his back was burning with pain - Zhao Hu had just kicked the takeout box over, and the hot Malatang was splashed all over him.
There are two messages lying on the phone:
One line is from a debt collector: "The debt is 30,000, and it will be paid off today."
One is from an ex-girlfriend: "You can never give it to me in your lifetime."
He thought this would be it for the rest of his life.
Until a voice sounded in my head: [Ding! Takeaway check-in system activated!
Send one order and one hundred thousand will be credited to your account.
Send an order and get 300 million shares.
Send an order, the president of Jiangcheng Chamber of Commerce owes him his life.
At the class reunion, he showed up in a Rolls-Royce and everyone was shocked.
People who had banned him knelt before him and begged to buy him.
His ex-girlfriend chased her out the door, but he didn't look back.
It only took him ten days to go from a debt of 30,000 yuan to a net worth of 100 billion yuan.
But he said: This is just the beginning.
