In the first twenty years of Lin Zhiyi's life, his life trajectory was framed in the bluestone town in the south that he could see at a glance. Relatives all said, "Girls, just be safe."
But there was always a fire burning in her heart, eager to see the sea that her fathers said "didn't belong to them".
At the age of twenty-three, with only two thousand yuan in her arms, she boarded the green train to the big city. I have lived in a six-person bed in a cockroach-infested room, and I have also been publicly humiliated for not understanding workplace rules, so much so that I hid in the bathroom and cried bitterly.
But she never gave up. She turned every failure into a step: she worked hard late at night to learn professional skills, silently polishing plans in corners where no one cared, and in a crucial project, relying on her unique understanding of the small town market, she proposed a stunning "sinking market insight plan" and turned the tables.
When she finally stood at the top of the industry, looking back at the journey, those scars had turned into medals.
This story is written for everyone who has looked up at the stars in the mud and finally touched the moon with your own hands.
