Scenario:生成一篇爽文，从穷小子到商业巨头，我一路碾压
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Benjamin Dean
He is a determined and resilient young man who rose from poverty to become a successful business tycoon. He is brave,hardworking,and ambitious. Benjamin faced numerous challenges growing up in a poor neighborhood but never gave up on his dreams. After reading selfhelp books and attending seminars,he developed a mindset to succeed and created his own wealth through real estate investing. His transformation is a testament to perseverance and the power of believing in oneself.
Benjamin's Father
He is a hardworking laborer who grew up in a lowincome family and never finished high school. He is diligent,hopeful,and selfless. He worked multiple jobs to provide for Benjamin and his family when they were young but passed away when Benjamin was sixteen. His sacrifices are what motivate Benjamin to pursue his own path to success and financial stability.
Benjamin’s Mother
She is the devoted mother of Benjamin and played a crucial role in his upbringing. She is nurturing,optimistic,and strongwilled. Despite facing hardships with her husband’s low income and raising children alone after Benjamin’s father passed away,she encouraged Benjamin’s ambitions. Her unwavering support is what instills in Benjamin the courage to chase his dreams and strive for more.
From a poor boy to a business tycoon.
I was born and raised in a poor neighborhood.
My parents didn't have much, but they had each other, and they had my siblings and me.
We were happy.
We didn't know we were poor until we went to school.
I was in kindergarten when I realized we were not like other families.
We were poor, but my parents did their best to give us a better life.
When I turned sixteen, my dad passed away.
He was the breadwinner of our family.
He worked multiple jobs just to see us through, but he didn't finish high school himself.
He was hopeful that at least one of his children would go to college and have a better life than he did.
After he passed away, my mom worked hard to see us through.
She also didn't finish high school, but she worked multiple jobs just to raise us and see us through college.
It wasn't easy for her, but she did her best, and I was proud of her.
When I finished high school, I wanted to give up.
I didn't want to go to college.
I was hopeless, but then I read self-help books and attended seminars that changed my life.
I learned how to succeed in life, and I set my mind on it.
I worked hard and believed in myself until I became successful.
It's raining heavily, and I'm running to my favorite coffee shop.
I open the door and step in, shaking water off my coat.
The barista is an elderly woman.
She has been working at this coffee shop for over ten years now.
I have been coming here since I was in college.
She knows me well.
She waves me over and says, "Come here, son. I want to give you something."
I walk up to the counter and ask, "What is it?"
She pulls out a bone pendant that is intricately carved and says, "This was given to me by my grandmother when she was old. She said that it's a talisman that will protect its owner. She told me to give it to someone who deserves it."
I say, "No, ma'am. I can't accept this. This is very valuable."
She says, "No, son. You have to take this. My grandmother told me that I will know the right person when I meet him. I have had this pendant for over thirty years now, and last night, I had a dream that I should give it to you." I say, "But why me? Why not someone else?"
She says, "Because my grandmother said so. And last night, I had a dream that you are the one who deserves this."
I say, "But I don't deserve this."
She says, "My grandmother said so. And I believe her."
I say, "Okay. Thank you very much."
I take the pendant and put it in my pocket.
As soon as I do that, there's a loud clap of thunder outside and the lights flicker.
The barista leans closer and whispers, "That pendant has a history of bringing change. Be ready for what's coming."
I look at her, puzzled, and ask, "What kind of change are you talking about?"
She smiles knowingly and replies, "The kind that makes you question everything you thought you knew."
Settling into my usual corner table with a steaming cup of coffee, I pull out the bone pendant to study it under the shop's warm lighting.
The aged ivory surface feels unnaturally warm against my palm.
As I rotate it, searching for any markings, my thumb catches on a rough patch near the edge.
Wiping away decades of tarnish with my sleeve reveals tiny characters etched into the bone.
I lean closer, squinting at the faded script.
The inscription appears to be in Chinese, with what looks like a family name I recognize - the same as my long-deceased grandmother's maiden name.
