Qiming

When he was eighteen years old, Qiming stepped into this bustling but cold city with a shabby suitcase on his back and the last instructions left by his father. Behind him is his hometown sunk into the reservoir and a mountain of debt worth 30,000 yuan; in front of him is the cold wind under the bridge, the sweat of the labor market, and the bottomless road ahead. From the sting of carrying cement, to the blood stains on moving boxes; from the despair of being defrauded of all his savings, to the long nights of hunger huddled in a leaky cubicle... Fate pushed him into the mud again and again. But in the mud, he clutched the cold rusty wrench tightly, remembering his father's words - "Rust never dies." This is not a myth about changing one's fate against the will of heaven, but a real record of how a mortal used his flesh and blood to pierce through the barriers of fate inch by inch. Every step of Qiming's climb is soaked in sweat and calculations This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.