When she woke up, Lin Xuejun, the gold medal buyer at Shanghai Fashion Week, became the "flower" envied by everyone in the Red Star Textile Factory. The good news: She is fair-skinned and beautiful, has excellent skills, has an iron job in a state-owned factory, and has a fiancé who drives a 28-meter bar to pick her up from get off work. Bad news: It was 1988, her fiancé was a mama's boy, her job was about to be ruined, and she herself was criticized by the whole factory for wearing a pair of "outrageous" bell-bottom pants. Facing the coming wave of layoffs, the whole family is gloomy and gloomy. Ma Baonan's fiancé: "Xuejun, you are a woman's family, don't mess around, wait until my dad finds you a job as a street sweeper, and you will be stable." The future mother-in-law curled her lips: "You are about to be laid off, and you still buy 'Chenliang'? You really can't make a living." Lin Xuejun: ... Goodbye! Break off the engagement, resign, all at once. While everyone was waiting to see her joke, Lin Xuejun set up a stall in the night market. From Hong Kong-style shirts to modified dresses, from "copying" tapes for others to flipping small appliances, what others see as junk goods has become a hot commodity in her hands. The salesperson at the supply and marketing cooperative looked down upon her and later queued up to beg her for supplies. Her former co-workers laughed at her, and later came to her door one after another and begged her to take them with them. As for the mama's boy's ex-fiancé? It has long been photographed on the beach by the wave of the times. There was only one veteran who always silently helped her look after the stalls and chased away the gangsters. He blushed and stuffed her with a stack of his saved wages: "I... I'm optimistic about your career, so I can buy a share in it, okay?" Lin Xuegun looked at his face, who would become a real estate tycoon in the city in the future, and smiled meaningfully:
