The Contractor's Son

My dad had been building walls at a construction site for thirty years and finally fell off the scaffolding. Fifteen years later, I became the youngest general manager of the largest building materials group in the city. My father-in-law said in front of 300 people: He is half my son. I thought the hard days were over. On the third day after the 320 million yuan collective purchasing contract was signed, someone was injured by the insulation layer at the construction site, and my name was on all the acceptance forms. The company is stuck in the critical period of signing a large contract with China Construction Central Procurement and needs an explanation. The father-in-law said: Think about Wan Zhi, think about the children. I admit it. Only after I was released from probation did I find that my position was gone, my family was separated, and my commitment had evaporated. I returned to the construction site and started over as a bricklayer. He can identify goods by touching bricks and calculate accounts based on drawings. The son of a contractor has bones made of cement. Five years later, I bought the company behind that building. On the day I signed the acquisition agreement, I found a subcontract sheet from thirty years ago in my old files - the construction site where my father fell. On the signature line, my father-in-law's name was written.