I Worked as a System for My Parents, and They Became the Richest People

Lin Yuezhou is a filial son in everyone's eyes. I called home for 500,000 yuan every month, and I was told to call home next month. I kept saying that for three years. When he rushed back after signing the 5 billion project, there was only a plate of shepherd's purse dumplings left in the refrigerator that had been frozen for three years. His mother made it for him to eat when he goes back. He knelt before the tomb and begged for a thunder. Open your eyes again, 1976. He became a ball of light, floating under the rafters. Sitting underneath were two people, nineteen years old and skinny with tall cheekbones, holding half a bowl of gruel that could be seen in person, collecting dowry. These are his parents. People in the town say that the Lin family is destined to have wealth. Make a pot of braised food and enjoy half the street. Buy stocks and get on the right track. The land has doubled a hundred times in more than ten years. No one knows that the "master" is him - with forty years of memory, floating out of sight of his parents, showing them the best way. I made enough money in my previous life, but my people are gone. You have to make money in this life, eat the dumplings while they are hot, and have people with you.