>Back in 1983, I decisively quit my job.
>A milk tea stall was set up at the entrance of the textile factory. The pearls shaking in the glass made the female workers crazy.
>"Fifty cents a cup, the taste of first love!"
>When the Hong Kong business delegation passed by, I handed a cup to the handsome guy who had placed an order: "Try the new product, free of charge."
>He took off the toad mirror and raised his eyebrows: "The pearls are not chewy enough, and the tea soup is too astringent."
>Later he cornered me in the warehouse: "Sell me the formula, or——"
>"You come back to Hong Kong with me."
>I smiled and hooked his tie: "The formula is not for sale, but the position of the boss lady can be negotiated."
It looks good so far, very novel!