On the night of his 40th birthday, Chen Feng finished a bowl of scalding clear soup noodles alone in a small rental house in Yiwu. Hot soup cannot warm the cold reality. In front of you is a desperate existence, and behind you is the devastated first half of your life. He was young and frivolous, became rich overnight, was imprisoned, betrayed his family, fell violently at the height of his life, and hurt the people who loved him the most. After being released from prison, he wandered around, falling down and struggling to get up several times, trying to make a living in Yiwu's most authentic grassroots arena. This is not a glamorous entrepreneurial myth, but a true story of a middle-aged man who spent the rest of his life repaying his debts and looking for redemption atop the ruins. At forty years old, I have nothing, but I have to start over.
It's beautiful, very inspiring!