When she wakes up, Lin Xi transforms into a cannon fodder female supporting character in a period novel. Good news: She returned to the prosperous Shanghai from the countryside with her face facing the loess and her back facing the sky. Bad news: The original owner is a romantic guy who gave up his "iron rice bowl" job at a state-owned textile factory for a scumbag educated youth. Now that he has returned to the city, his job spot has been replaced by his own sister. The person he had been dating for three years turned around and married the factory director's daughter. He was also driven to live in an attic of less than five square meters by his family who disliked poverty and favored wealth. He started with a bad hand and his pocket was cleaner than his face. Facing the vampire family and the neighbors watching the excitement, Lin Xi rolled up her sleeves - isn't it just about pursuing a career? Who wouldn't! With a pair of skillful hands and an aesthetic that was forty years ahead of the times, she set up her own stall in a cramped alley. From transforming "Chenliang" shirts to uniquely designed bell-bottom pants; from using leftover materials to make fashionable hair ties, to running around the city's fabric markets on the 28-year-old bar. While my sister was still enjoying the benefits of the state-owned factory, Lin Xi's "Xi Ji" clothing stall had become a holy place sought after by fashionable young people all over Shanghai. While the scumbag ex was still proud of the resources of his father-in-law's family, Lin Xi had already bought a store, registered a brand, and brought Hong Kong fashion to Shili Foreign Market. Her family members regretted it and blocked the door, begging her to go home. Lin Xi smiled slightly: "Sorry, if you want to enter my house, please spend money first." The ex was jealous and wanted to take a piece of the pie with his newlywed wife. Lin Xi raised her hand and pointed at the newly opened law firm opposite the door: "Did you see it? My husband runs it. It specializes in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction." That one always appeared when she came out of the stall.
