When he was eighteen years old, Lin Chen had nothing.
His mother died on the construction site, and his relatives were interested in the compensation, leaving him only a loan shark of 328,000 yuan.
On the day of the funeral, his uncle forced him to pay back the money in front of the mourning hall, calling him a "bastard without a father." He clenched his fists and said nothing.
From that day on, he slept on park benches, climbed through trash cans, moved bricks at construction sites, and washed dishes in restaurants. Later, he entered an underground casino and relied on his courage and photographic memory to earn half a million in three months - and almost lost his life.
He was twenty years old when he fled to Shenzhen. I only had the last bit of money I had left, and I poured it all into an AI project that no one was optimistic about.
No one knew that this young man, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, would later become the most feared opponent in the industry.
Ten years later, his company went public and he was worth billions.
People who once stepped on him now have to raise their heads to see him.
His father, who once abandoned him, wrote a letter of repentance in prison. He only glanced at it and turned around to leave.
This is a story about climbing out of the mud.
There is no golden finger, no noble person from heaven. There was only one young man who spent ten years rubbing his fate on the ground.
"Mom, you said you should let me live well."
"I am alive. And, I am living better than anyone else."
