Time traveled to a sixteen-year-old Silly Zhu, whose father had just run away with the widow and left thirty yuan behind. Fengzeyuan got into a fight and lost his job, so Yi Zhonghai introduced him to the steel rolling mill. I wiped my face: Go! But I won't make a grievance! On the first day when I entered the back kitchen and stirred the spoon, the fire was higher than anyone else! The director's eyes lit up: This craftsmanship is even more ruthless than the master's!
