Before she died, her son had already started dividing her demolition money.
Reborn on the day he was sold in 1983, Jiang Wu turned over the table at the viewing party and slapped the two deposits on his mother's face: "My mother knows how to sell animals, so you can't sell one to two families!" Want money? It only goes to the hospital, not your pockets. Acknowledge? The account has been settled.
One stitch at a time, she sewed from a street stall into a household worth ten thousand yuan; one stroke at a time, she bought the entire Canglang Street. They called her crazy, and later called her Mr. Jiang.
In 1994, there was only one line in her marriage certificate: "Our marriage certificate does not include a price."
——The woman who had been priced out spent her whole life redeeming herself from the pawn shop.
