An Orphan's Rise to Millionaire

"Lin Zhen... This... This is the last fifty yuan Grandpa has, along with... the address of your Uncle Tang in the city. You... take care of it. Grandpa's going now...!" After saying this, Grandpa shakily placed the fifty-yuan note and a crumpled piece of paper in Lin Zhen's hand. Then his head tilted to one side, and his hand suddenly dropped beside the bed. His sunken eyes closed forever.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, you can't leave! What am I supposed to do if you go?" Eighteen-year-old Lin Zhen clung to his grandfather's body beside the bed, crying in anguish.

Lin Zhen was three years old...