Zhang Cheng. At 22, he built a fortune from nothing and became Jiangcheng’s richest man, only to go bankrupt overnight, with the bank repossessing his car and house. His classmates mocked him, his school expelled him, and even the woman he loved wanted to lend him money to get back on his feet. Sitting on the steps, he cried for the first time. Not because he was bankrupt, but because he missed home. Just then, a voice rang out from the depths of his soul: “Cheng’er, here’s your first allowance: one hundred billion.” Three bank cards appeared out of nowhere, and his phone buzzed nonstop with messages. He stood up, looked at the Maserati being towed away by the bank, and smiled. “Li Meng, you can keep that fifty million. Tomorrow, I’m buying this school.”
