1925, Suzhou.
The Shen family has been running the weaving machine shop for three generations. It was converted from a government-run weaving bureau to a private one under the hands of his father, Shen Huaizhou. But her father died suddenly of illness, and the only daughter Shen Zhiwei was pushed to the forefront.
She only has two things: her photographic talent for weaving - something her father hid for her during his lifetime and cannot be acknowledged to anyone; and three months - the countdown to the tribute silver from the Beiyang government, if not enough, the government will seize the shop.
Second uncle Shen Zhongyuan sent a letter of voluntary transfer of power. After signing it, he helped her get the government affairs. Don't sign——
She wrote a line on the reminder sheet and asked someone to send it back to the Beiyang Office. What was written was not "Please forgive me", it was: "The tribute silver will be paid. But the Shen family will not pay it in the future."
The day this word spread, my second uncle stood outside the window and smiled. He turned his head and said to the young man next to him - "She finally started to make mistakes."
That young man's name was Gu Muyan. Father's right-hand man. The cousin she had secretly relied on when she was a girl. On the third day after his father died, he squatted down and said in a voice that only she could hear: Don't be afraid. I am here.
And her fiancé Lu Jianshen - the son of the Lu family in Suzhou, a graduate of the new business major of Capital University, the guarantor of Shen Jiagongyin - every time he helps her, he gets closer to his father's bottom line.
What she wants to fight is not only the Japanese foreign companies that are robbing technology and the conservatives who dislike female bosses, but also the person who loves her the most in the whole family.
Only in the end will she discover:
She thought she was not from the Shen family, and her second uncle also told her so.
But what his father's suicide note said was that Zhiwei was his biological child. Zhong Yuan is not.
He fought over a whole book of stuff that never belonged to him.
