In 1994, the cotton mill collapsed.
Chen Lihua and his wife went south to work with 800 yuan in severance pay.
She earned three yuan by queuing up for people to buy tickets at the train station. With three yuan, she started her career by connecting those who queued up with those looking for work, and worked as a casual laborer on the platform to become a regular labor agency.
Local gangsters set up shop, her mother-in-law broke up the family, and her daughter was ostracized. Everything came her way. She gritted her teeth and took root in that strange city.
This is not a legend about a heroine, but an ordinary woman who, in the 1990s when the trend of migrating south to work was at its peak, took root in that strange city with two legs, a mouth, and an account.
