In 1995, I was robbed of 30 yuan. This was the first lesson Dongguan taught me: rules seem to be different in every place.
Temporary residence permit, assembly line, silent master... I used sweat and "calculation" to find gaps in the roar of the sewing machine. It wasn't until the price of the one I loved was clearly stated that I was forced to reach my full potential.
I studied English hard and became an "information hunter". In the flood of foreign trade in the 1990s, I used the stupidest methods to leverage the biggest opportunities.
This is a story about survival, dignity and how to "know and travel far away". It records how a generation stood up from the assembly line and became a bridge connecting the world.
