Starting from Minus 2.8 Billion

The day my dad suffered a cerebral hemorrhage, I had just signed an eight million agreement. My fiancée called and said, "Let's talk about our affairs after your father's matter is settled." I rushed back to Chengdu. There was only a critical illness notice in the hospital, there were only 11 employees waiting for wages in the company, and there was a cold figure on the account: debt of 2.8 Billion. Everyone advised me to sell the company, and I originally planned to sell it. Until I saw the handwritten note under my father's pillow, which read: "Retirement care cannot just rely on money, but also on heart." I put the divorce agreement in my pocket and said to the 11 people: I will take over this mess.