Xu Yan, the gold medal winner of the Shanghai Fashion Design Competition, missed the mark and returned to the family quarters of the textile factory in 1982, becoming a "shabby shoe" who had just been divorced. The good news: She's alive and thirty years younger. Bad news: The family is poor, her parents are so worried that their hair is falling out, a few cloth tickets in their pockets are all they have, and her ex-fiancé's family is out to ruin her reputation. The worse news is that the kind-hearted neighbor aunt introduced her to a new partner - the union chairman of the machinery factory next door. She is older and has two children. She hopes that she is honest and can be a free stepmother. Xu Yan: "..." I can go to hell with you! Be a stepmother? Impossible. Go back to a textile factory and work as a female worker, working on sewing machines for the rest of your life? She doesn't do it either. The spring breeze of reform and opening up has arrived, and opportunities are everywhere. What others think of as a "really good person" is respectability, but in her eyes, they are filthy. The "bell-bottom pants" that others dare not wear are regarded as gangster clothes, but in her eyes, they are walking gold! With a pair of skillful hands and an aesthetic that transcends the times, Xu Yan decided to return to her old career. From sneaking in the first batch of orders for Hong Kong-style shirts, to riding the 28 big pole across the city to sell the dresses he designed; from the supercilious look of the director of the supply and marketing cooperative, to the smiling face of the department store manager; from a young woman who broke off her engagement when someone stabbed her in the spine, to the boss of the "Ten Thousand Yuan Household" who led the entire street of gay women to make a fortune. Xu Yan's life is as dazzling as the clothes she sewn with her own hands. But why was that cold-faced little policeman who always appeared at critical moments and silently helped her solve her troubles, looking at her more and more wrong? "Comrade,
