Asan had only six yuan left in his pocket, not even enough for a ten-yuan meal at a Shaxian snack shop.
Asan stood outside a pork rice shop, but the owner threw a ladle of water at him and chased him away.
Being hungry was miserable. Being looked down on was even worse!
That very day, Asan silently swore: Once he had money, he would open a pork rice shop where every meal cost six yuan, so everyone who couldn't afford food like him could walk in with their heads held high and order a hot meal.
"Are you crazy? Six yuan a serving? You'll lose money for sure!"
"Bro, you're ruining the market!"
He just smiled sheepishly.
"It's not that extreme! My idea is simple. I just want everyone to be able to afford a meal."
But not everyone saw it that way.
"If you do this, those of us running shops won't be able to afford food! Damn, are you trying to ruin us or what?!"
Sure enough! Schemes, threats, beatings, and ambushes. Danger lurked everywhere.
But Asan wasn't afraid.
He had his buddy Liu Kai. He helped people with all his heart, and they would help him in return.
"He lets poor people afford a meal, so we'll make sure he can afford to run his shop."
A six-yuan pork rice meal went from a roadside stall to a little shop, from a street stand to the city center, from having water thrown at him to serving a thousand meals a day.
All he had wanted was to make sure people who couldn't get enough to eat could fill their stomachs.
But he never expected that this small act of kindness would eventually change everyone's lives.
