Lin Xuemei worked in the textile factory for ten years, turning herself from a flower into the most inconspicuous "screw" in the workshop. However, when a red-headed document of "State-owned Enterprise Restructuring" came down, she became one of the first batch of laid-off female workers. Her iron rice bowl was shattered, her husband thought she was useless, her husband's family said she was a disgrace, and even her enemies in the factory who had always looked down upon her came to see the joke. Everyone thought she would burst into tears and find any odd job to spend the rest of her life. Lin Xuemei wiped her face, took the few hundred dollars of severance pay left in her pocket, and set up a small sewing stall on the street. Changing trousers and making shirts, the unique skills she once practiced in the workshop, became her ability to make a living. From "Chenliang" to "bell-bottomed pants", from Hong Kong-style shirts to denim jackets, when everyone still thought that "self-employed" was speculative, Lin Xuemei's clothing stall had become a small storefront. The factory director at that time passed by on a 28-inch big bar, and his eyes widened when he saw the fashionable clothes and the endless flow of customers in her store. The enemy who once laughed at her became the most beautiful young woman at the ball wearing a dress bought from her store. When the ex-husband who said she was useless wanted to look back, he found that a man with clear eyes in a car was already standing next to Lin Xuemei, smiling and helping her count the day's sales. "Lady boss, have you become a household worth ten thousand yuan again today?" Lin Xuemei looked up, her eyebrows stretched, and she smiled confidently and calmly: "Where is this talent? My goal is to let people all over the country wear the clothes I make!" This is a little person who relies on his own hands and wisdom in the tide of the times.
