Zhou Yang, twenty-two years old, has no parents and no mother, just a scrapyard.
The day his grandfather left, he squatted next to the scrap pile and smoked cigarettes all night.
The next day, the tricycles were ridden as usual and the scraps were collected as usual.
This day passed like this.
Until one day, he dug out a copper box from under a broken cardboard box.
Fate took a turn.
Su Niannian said that this box is worth half a million.
He didn't believe it.
How can a rag collector get five hundred thousand?
But that's what happened. Some people bid, some lower the price, and some want to grab it.
Only then did Zhou Yang realize that the waste industry was much deeper than he thought.
What happened next?
Later, he turned the scrap depot into a recycling company, and the recycling company into an industrial group.
Later, he said something to Su Niannian:
"I collect scraps to support you."
She said yes.
This is a story about collecting rags and turning around.
Don't pretend, don't be vain, don't accept fate.
