Zhou Chongwen, no matter how ambitious, couldn't escape reality.
You can't make a meal without rice.
He had grand dreams but without funding, it was just empty talk.
He wanted to seek investment.
But who would listen to a teenager talking big?
Even if kind people listened, they found his ideas unimaginable.
In anger, Zhou Chongwen often cursed, "They have no appreciation!"
Yet he had no solution.
Every month, I deposited a fixed amount into his card, not much, just enough for food.
Seeing the amount significantly decreased compared to his past life, Zhou Chongwen felt a wave of darkness.
Living again was even harder than before.
This struggle lasted two months.
The begonias in the yard were in full bloom, and in the warmth of spring, there should have been good news for Zhou Chongwen's family.
On a certain Friday afternoon, Zhou Qiang was overwhelmed with debt collection.