The sewers in urban villages are always clogged, three street lights are always off, and the delivery rider's navigation always fails in the narrow alleys.
Cheng Ye lives in such a gap. He didn't have any lofty ideals. Initially, he just wanted the brothers in the area to run less than five kilometers a day.
Later, things became bigger and bigger - systems, platforms, financing, expansion - but he always remembered that rainy night, the way the woman in a white coat at the door of the ICU was shaking when she took the porridge.
That was the first time he felt that what he was doing was meaningful.
As for the women who surrounded him later——
He has never taken the initiative to provoke anyone...
