When her father died unexpectedly, Shen Zhi fell from "the edge of a socialite" into the abyss of "tens of millions of debts".
Relatives want to live in poverty, but creditors block the door.
Everyone was waiting to see her groveling and begging for help.
However, Shen Zhi just patted the dust on the cloth sofa, turned around and walked into an old factory building full of grease.
She carried the livelihood of the old workers on her shoulders and stepped on Lu Shiyuan's temptations.
She is like the most precise instrument. There is no nonsense in its running trajectory, only victory.
"Shen Zhi, don't you have any feelings?"
"Emotions will produce an error of 0.01 Mm, and my parts are not allowed to have errors."
