Rebirth Begins in 2000

Qin Hao stood in front of the marble counter of China Construction Bank, unconsciously rubbing the gilded characters on the passbook cover with his fingers. The dark green bulletproof glass reflects the white hair on her temples. She is using a pin to pin the cloth bag with the house purchase fund written on it in the middle of her underwear. This was a way of saving that was unique to the fall of 2000—people were not used to the cold feel of bank cards. Do you really want to take them all out? The female clerk behind the counter confirmed for the third time. Her job number 017 is printed on her nameplate, half of her red sweater is exposed from the cuffs of her blue uniform, and a newspaper clipping of Nicholas Tse's concert is pressed under the glass plate. The money counter inside the iron fence began to roar, and his mother suddenly grabbed his wrist. Qin Hao felt the calluses on her palms tremble, which were the marks left by twenty years of lathe work. Mom, he said softly, at this time next month, I will buy you a fully automatic washing machine. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.