Chen Xiangyang was reborn in 1983.
From the start, the cafeteria director framed him and got him fired. His fiancée’s family came to break off the engagement, and at home he had a seriously ill mother and a father buried in debt.
Everyone thought the Chen family was finished.
But Chen Xiangyang knew that the thousands of workers at the factory gate were his biggest business opportunity.
He didn’t beg for a job or for his fiancée to take him back. Instead, he set up a stove and started selling lunch boxes.
Braised pork, chicken stewed with potatoes, stir-fried pork with chilies: hot meals flew off the counter as workers lined up to buy them.
From a ramshackle stall to a small restaurant, from a tricycle to a food factory.
Others laughed at him for losing face. He became a ten-thousand-yuan household.
Others tried to trample him. He made them pay and bow their heads.
In this life, he has only three goals:
Make money, support his family, and leave everyone who looked down on him in the dust.
