Chen Shi walked into Haicheng with 300 yuan in his pocket, slept in a bridge cave, had his wages deducted, and was blackmailed by gangsters. When he stayed up all night at the courier station, he discovered gold mines hidden in discarded old appliances. I started out with a second-hand tricycle, recycling old items rain or shine, being chased by the urban management, and smashed into stalls by my colleagues. Ten years later, his "Anxin Community Service" chain of stores opened in half of the city. Rejecting venture capital's invitation to go public, he squatted in his warmly lit kitchen to repair his son's toy car. "Dad, why do you know how to repair everything?" Chen Shi wiped off the oil stain on the screwdriver: "Because Dad has repaired even worse things - my own life."
