Shen Jinxiu was reborn in 1983. When she opened her eyes, she was forced by her stepmother to marry a Tibetan border guard on her behalf.
A husband she has never met, a leaky mud house, a sister-in-law who is as thin as a bamboo pole, and only a dozen yuan left in her pocket.
The ex-boyfriend mocked: "Military wife? You should be a widow."
She smiled.
Picking up the sewing machine that my stepmother had given away, I used the modern design manuscripts in the three-meter space as my trump card——
Small town street stall, apron and sleeves, net profit of 7.2 Yuan in three days.
The first "Jinxiu Tailor Shop" opened, with a monthly income of 300, and the County Women's Federation listed it as "Women's Entrepreneurship Model".
Huamei Company in the provincial capital signed a long-term contract: three hundred pieces of children's clothing every quarter, and no one will be missed.
Competitors cut off her supply, copied her styles, or wrote anonymous letters to report her?
She backhand said, "Exclusive design, counterfeiting will be investigated", and then hit a combination of punches: unite opponents, train workers, and increase production capacity.
Some people were jealous: "How can a foreign woman gain a foothold in Linxi Town?"
She nailed the bronze medal of the County Women's Federation and the authorization letter from the provincial capital to the wall:
"With my skills, my rules, and—"
Before she finished speaking, the man who had been guarding the border on the snowy plateau all year round suddenly appeared at the door, took off his military coat and put it on her shoulders, saying to everyone:
"And me."
