On the day when she was transformed into a love-minded daughter of the Republic of China, the original owner had just been tricked into bankruptcy by a foreign businessman and a scumbag.
Seeing the proud Japanese comprador and the hypocritical and crying Bai Lianhua in front of me, I tore up the engagement in public.
He turned around and took over the family's crumbling textile factory, improved the technology, and attacked the dumping of foreign cloth.
The business war in Shanghai started, and I worked step by step, uniting with patriotic businessmen to force the foreign businessmen to retreat.
One day, the mysterious president of the Chamber of Commerce put me in front of the account book: "Miss Lin needs a partner to save the country?"
Later, we stood side by side on the front pages of newspapers across the country.
