When he woke up, the iron rice bowl in the hands of Lin Xueqiao, a flower in the textile factory, was broken. Layoff notices were plastered all over the family area, and the workers' sighs were all over the dusty red brick walls. Her fiancé Zhou Jianming, the youngest technical backbone in the factory, held her hand and frowned: "Xue Qiao, don't be afraid, my job is still there, and I will support you in the future." Lin Xue Qiao looked at his white-washed work clothes, smiled, and withdrew her hand. In her previous life, she believed "I will support you", so she washed her hands and made soup and became a virtuous Mrs. Zhou. The result? Zhou Jianming rose to prominence in the wave of state-owned enterprise restructuring, but he disliked her, a laid-off female worker, for being ignorant and unable to keep up with the times. In the end, she was exploited by a young and beautiful female college student, and she ended up leaving the house. A new life to raise her? No need, she wants to be in charge of her own business! Aunt Zhang next door was still quarreling with the hawker over the 10-cent vegetable price, but Lin Xueqiao had already set her sights on the "Hong Kong style" coming from the south. True shirts are out, bell bottoms and bat shirts are fashionable! She took out all her savings and ran south to buy the first batch of goods. The family members were puzzled: "What a good girl is doing to be a bad guy? It's embarrassing!" The ex-fiancé was sad: "Xue Qiao, you have changed, you have become too vain!" The gossips in the family yard pointed out: "Look at what she is wearing, it's not serious!" Lin Xueqiao didn't bother to pay attention, and set up a stall in the night market. With the aesthetics and eloquence accumulated in her previous life, she just sold the "fancy clothes" into a hit. From a small clothing stall to the first fashion store in town,
