When she was eighteen years old, Lin Wan boarded the green leather train heading south, dragging a box of cheap clothes.
She is the most silent female worker on the assembly line. Her fingers are calloused by the parts, but her eyes are always looking at the light in the supervisor's office.
The first man taught her the rules of survival: "In this factory, you either get eaten by the machines, or you learn to control the machines."
But when she finally took the position of supervisor, she realized that she had become another more sophisticated machine.
