For the Dragon Boat Festival, my mom handed me 3,000 yuan to rent a decent car so my relatives wouldn’t look down on me.
Instead, I rented a shared bicycle and rode it back to the village.
My aunts and uncles crowded around the bike and sighed. “Poor kid. Things must be rough for her out there.”
My eldest uncle bragged about the Wuliangye his son had given him, while my second aunt showed off the gold bracelet her daughter had bought her.
When it was my turn, I quietly took out my phone. “Oh, I just bought the nearly bankrupt zongzi factory by the village entrance.”
The whole crowd fell silent.
The next day, all my relatives from the village crowded outside my house. “Dear, do you think your factory could hire my kid?”
