Lin Tian had once fantasized during his difficult times, imagining he was the lost young master of a prominent family, and one day, he would recognize his ancestry and suddenly become a rich second generation.
But fantasies were always just fantasies. Lin Tian had asked the old grandpa before, but grandpa had said nothing. He had also tried to trace his origin, but without any clues, it seemed the vast world had no place for his parents, as if, like Sun Wukong, he had suddenly sprung from a stone.
"Junior brother, starting a bodyguard company shouldn't require that much capital. Start small and don't bite off more than you can chew," Zi Yan stopped obsessing over the source of the two hundred million and kindly reminded him, "It's easy to start a bodyguard company but difficult to make it profitable because nobody will trust a new bodyguard company with their property and life."