The story of my personal experience, "This book is written for everyone who is living a "temporary" life but has never lived life casually." At the age of sixteen, I walked into the railway construction site in Chengdu carrying my bedroll. My first job in my life was called "temporary worker".
No one told me that this identity would accompany me throughout most of China.
Next to the assembly line in Dongguan, I learned to read personnel files; in the ditch of the car repair shop, I remembered every breath of the engine; in the years when I was running business, I saw the industrial area at four o'clock in the morning, and I also saw the whole process of customers from cold faces to handing cigarettes.
