Zhu Xiaohai, now over seventy years old, has lived through the poverty waves of the sixties and seventies, has gone hungry, stolen things, and didn’t get married until his thirties.
At that ti, Zhu Xiaohai was a local hooligan in State City, always dreaming of becoming a gang boss, but unfortunately, things didn’t go his way, so he later beca a carpenter, learning furniture-making from a master.
With so money earned, Zhu Xiaohai found himself a wife, originally planning to live this way for a lifeti, but never expected that a year later, the master passed away, and the master’s son, taking a dislike to him, kicked him out.
Zhu Xiaohai beca an unemployed vagrant, but honestly speaking, he was better off than many, at least he had a skill.
However, Zhu Xiaohai wasn’t content with diocrity; at that ti, he saw a business opportunity in trading goods.
Speculation was illegal back then; so were imprisoned and never got out, but wealth ca with risks, and many still engaged in it.
Coincidentally, Zhu Xiaohai saw those getting rich, so inevitably, he was tempted by the thought.
Zhu Xiaohai wanted to make money.
Did not want to lead a mundane, unremarkable life.
So Zhu Xiaohai decided to pursue this path.
However, Zhu Xiaohai quickly faced reality—he had no money.
During that ti, his wife happened to be pregnant, forcing Zhu Xiaohai to give up reluctantly.
But fate works in mysterious ways; if he hadn’t t soone back then, he wouldn’t have the fortune he has today, nor would he have established a prestigious family.
And all of this, he owed to an old man he encountered.
In his thirties, Zhu Xiaohai went swimming in the river, catching fish, but suddenly cramped. He hurriedly tried to get back to shore but couldn’t, helplessly flailing in the water.
The terror of being subrged by the river is sothing Zhu Xiaohai could never forget for a lifeti.
Just then, a hand lifted him up, making him feel as if he was flying, followed by a heavy landing, rolling several tis on the ground, before Zhu Xiaohai could ignore the pain and start coughing water on the ground.
Once Zhu Xiaohai’s consciousness cleared a bit, he looked up to see an old man.
This old man was dressed extrely simply, with ssy hair, a small pipe stuck in the corner of his mouth.
Zhu Xiaohai imdiately thought of sothing, looked towards the river, but there was no boat to be seen, so how did the old man manage to save him?
In an instant, Zhu Xiaohai’s mind was racing. He forced himself to sit up, then knelt before the old man, bowing three tis with a loud thud, solemnly declaring: "Please, master, take as your disciple. I will serve you without a single complaint in my life."
However, the old man’s words were quite discouraging; he looked at him disdainfully and said, "Take you as a disciple? With that lousy potential of yours, forget it. I wouldn’t let you serve even if you wanted to!"
Zhu Xiaohai was thoroughly crushed.
But the old man squatted down, smiling, and said, "Though you can’t be my disciple, since we’ve t, we have a connection. I can lend you a hand."
Zhu Xiaohai was stunned, followed by surprise, as the old man gave him so money.
Not a lot, just ten thousand!
However, to clarify, in the late seventies and close to the eighties, ten thousand was equivalent to over a million today.
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