Three months ago, Lin Feng was a beggar beneath an overpass, someone anyone could bully.
When his former goddess, Qin Xue, happened to pass by, she casually tossed him a hundred-yuan bill. She didn't know that the person she was giving charity to wasn't a good-for-nothing, but the amnesiac sole heir to the Lin International Financial Conglomerate.
That day, the hundred-yuan bill was trampled into the muddy water, and Lin Feng's dignity was crushed underfoot along with it.
Three months later, his memories returned.
The former young master came back from the mud.
Those who bullied him would kneel.
Those who betrayed him would die.
Those who took what belonged to the Lin family would repay it a hundredfold.
Starting with a crumpled hundred-yuan bill, he settled accounts with the traitors, retook control of the Lin family, stormed the imperial capital, conquered overseas markets, and brought down the Night Society, which spanned both the legitimate and criminal worlds.
And the goddess who had once looked down on him as she gave him alms finally understood:
True kindness isn't giving charity from above. It's crouching down and meeting someone as an equal.
Later, global capital joined forces to crush Lin Feng. Everyone thought he would counterattack with trillions in funds.
But the first money he put forward was the 37,000 yuan that an old beggar beneath the overpass had saved over his entire life.
Lin Feng said:
"I came back from the mud, not to become God."
"I did it to tell them that people shouldn't have to live on their knees."
